For several weeks, I’ve been spending time with a young woman, very beautiful, charming, and someone who drives me pretty crazy. The only thing is, we see each other often but only for short periods. Plus, we’ve never made it to the end, to the “cuddles.” Yet, it’s not for lack of desire on my part. I find her so beautiful and seductive. And while she often shows charm and attraction, she always knows how to keep me at a distance at the critical moment. In fact, she asks me to be patient.
Under Her Rule: A Tale of Love and Dominance
However, one evening, I received a message inviting me to spend “the evening and the night” at her place the following Saturday. I’ve never been to her house. We’ve always met at my place or outside. So, for me, this is a big first and a sign that things are finally going to move forward. This weekend, I might finally have the pleasure of making love to her. For the rest of the week, it’s all I can think about. I’m so excited by the idea.
Saturday arrives. I make myself as handsome as possible. I carefully choose my clothes. When I arrive, my stunning girlfriend opens the door. As breathtaking as ever, she’s wearing an evening dress like she’s about to go clubbing. I find her absolutely gorgeous, and I’m flattered that she dressed up like this for me.
We kiss tenderly and passionately the moment we reunite. I’m already quite aroused. So, I allow myself to take her in my arms and let my hands wander over her shapely backside. She then takes my hands and leads me to the living room.
And there, to my great surprise, a woman is sitting on the couch.
- “This is my mom. We live together here. She’s been really eager to meet you, you know.”
I’m speechless. Indeed, I wasn’t expecting anyone else tonight, let alone her mother!
I must stammer out a “hello” and glance at my girlfriend, who surely notices my disbelief.
- “Come sit down, Cédric, don’t be shy, we’ll get to know each other,” her mom says.
Unveiled Secrets: A Mother’s Authority
I sit down, both incredulous about the situation and, once again, terribly frustrated that I can’t be alone with my girlfriend.
- “This must seem strange to you, seeing me here when you weren’t expecting it,” her mom says, fully aware of my shock. “If Julie hasn’t told you about me, know that I know everything about you. We tell each other everything. For example, I know you have a mole near your privates or that you like calling your mom on Sundays at 11 a.m. while she’s on her way to church.”
At this point, I’m even more stunned and glare furiously at my girlfriend. How could she tell her mother all of these things
- “Oh, don’t be mad, Cédric. And don’t blame Julie. That’s just how we are with each other. I raised my daughter this way. In our home, transparency is a core value. So are feminism, gynarchy, and respect for authority. We’re incredibly close but also very demanding. That’s why I’m here tonight, and why you’re here. If you want to take things further with Julie, I’ll need to approve, to give my permission. It might seem ‘old school’ to you, but that’s how it works here, and my daughter is 100% on board with me, right, Julie?”
My girlfriend nods without hesitation. I’m left, once again, speechless at the barrage of surprises in just a few minutes.
Dominatrix Mother-in-Law’s Gynarchy Test
Her mom continues her speech:
- “In our home, we have very specific standards for men. We believe in gynarchy, the power of women over men, and we advocate for more feminism in society and private life. So, you need to know that if you want to join our family, you’ll have to align with this. A simple declaration of intent won’t cut it. It’s your actions I’ll judge, and actions alone. I understand your surprise, but let’s be clear and transparent from now on to avoid wasting time. Tonight, Julie is going to leave and let us be alone. If you agree, I’ll take this opportunity to assess your ability to become my daughter’s fiancé. I’ll do it my way, just as you’ll need to adapt to my daughter, who’s very much like me, in the future. So, it’s simple: now that everything’s out in the open, the choice is yours. Either you stay and accept the rules I’ve just laid out, or you leave and never see my daughter again!”
Wow! This is a lot to take in! I’m floored, but I don’t want to let my Dominatrix Mother-in-Law intimidate me. I’m head over heels for Julie. I’d do anything to be with her because I don’t want to lose her. I’ll figure out how to “win over” her mom too. Even though I wasn’t expecting a mother-in-law like this right off the bat!
So, I accept her deal. Julie kisses me on the lips, then grabs her coat and leaves.
- “I’ll call you when it’s done and you can come back,” her mom says to her with a little smile.
Dominatrix Mother-in-Law’s Lesson in Respect
Here I am, alone with my Dominatrix Mother-in-Law, a very beautiful and well-preserved woman, by the way. I hadn’t noticed until now, but she’s an attractive woman, probably 45-50 years old. She’s dressed elegantly in a leather skirt and a leopard-print top that hints at a lovely neckline and generous chest.
- “Well, Cédric, here we are, just the two of us. Tell me, do you remember what you said to me first when you saw me?”
- “Uh… I don’t know. I probably said ‘hello,’ I think.”
- “That’s right, you said ‘hello.’ Don’t you think something’s missing?”
- “Uh… ‘ma’am’? ‘Hello, ma’am’?”
- “Exactly, that’s good. You recognize your mistakes already. You left out ‘ma’am.’ I won’t mention that you didn’t kiss my hand or my foot, since that’s only expected in our home. However, forgetting ‘ma’am’ is a major mistake and a lack of respect toward a Dominatrix Mistress. That applies to everything, all the time. So, never again, do you hear me, never again do I want to hear you say just ‘hello’ in this house. It’s ‘Hello, ma’am,’ or ‘Hello, Goddess,’ ‘Hello, Mistress’—whatever Julie or I tell you but you never forget this respect for female authority. Understood?”
- “Uh… yes.”
- “Yes, who?”
- “Yes, ma’am.”
- “There you go. And know that it doesn’t work the same for you. Since men are inferior in this house, we can call you whatever we please. Now, that’s the first point. Do you know what happens during the education phase when there’s a mistake or an act of disobedience?”
- “Uh… no, I don’t know, ma’am.”
- “Oh, come on. To learn and remember their mistakes, what does a Dominatrix Mistress do to her student?”
- “Uh… she punishes him?”
- “Yes, exactly. She punishes him. Punishment is the best way to learn! So… I’m going to punish you for forgetting ‘ma’am’ and showing disrespect…”
Punished by My Dominatrix Mother-in-Law
Well, here I am. She must have seen my disconcerted expression, but my Dominatrix Mother-in-Law doesn’t lose an ounce of her confidence:
- “Come on, drop your pants and come lie across my lap.”
- “Wh… what?”
- “You heard me and understood perfectly. Drop your pants to your ankles and come lie face down across my lap. I’m going to spank you as punishment. You’ll see, it’s quick, but afterward, you’ll have learned your lesson!”
Faced with her natural authority and confidence, I don’t know how to refuse. So, I comply immediately.
To be continued…
