THIS BDSM EXPOSE, written as memoir, reveals the wild world of femdom: dominant females and the submissive guys who crave them. Joyce Snyder encounters dozens of subs, fellows who want to be used and abused at the hands of a powerful woman. She finds a multitude of men, typically living a secret life, throughout America, and discovers their erotic preference (submitting to the superior domme) is more prevalent than she'd imagined.
The author, a 60-year-old, cat-loving spinster, would never have become a lifestyle domme (only pro dommes are paid) were it not for her latest work assignment, editing a magazine for submissive men. To research her audience, she investigates femdom (as female domination is called in popular culture). Certain that she's discovered her true nature, Joyce begins experimenting with various facets of female domination. She begins interacting with submissive men teasing, humiliating, demanding. Now the youthful appearing Senior is pursued by submissive men far younger and wealthier than she could otherwise attract. Determined to master the art of dominance, she attends a convention of Adult Babies, joins a spanking society, gets served by sissy maids, learns how to penetrate a man with a strap-on device, rides a human horse steered by a penis lead, dates a wealthy man who craves electroshocks to his genitals, and acquires a slave. She details many aspects of femdom including ClubFEM (with its slogan Women Enslaving Men), male chastity devices, a BDSM resort where women rule, consensual slavery and findom (financial domination). With her newly acquired kinky expertise and superior attitude, it iss hot and cold running subs for this over-the-hill miss!
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About the Author
Joyce Snyder is a graduate of the University of Georgia's School of Journalism. During her three decades in adult entertainment, she worked as a magazine editor, a journalist and award winning writer/producer of erotic films. She lives in Manhattan.
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Slave Clive crisply summed up the Bradley situation: "The chap takes you out and about, when he should actually pay for the time he spends with you, this part-time slave. A real slave expects his lady owner to benefit from his slavery, both emotionally and financially, by offering part room and board. Trotting about town with a real slave is just not done, madam. It is not your lover, friend or acquaintance but owned property and should be treated accordingly."
"But just last week you were advising me to marry Bradley," I reminded him.
"Indeed. He'd be your husband and I would be your slave. And there can be no sex between an owner and her slave."
"What about all the cunnilingus you're always talking about? What's that?"
"If a slave is performing cunnilingus to pleasure its owner, it's a service and not sex, as such. Know this, madam: having sex with a slave is far, far worse than pedophilia, as it is bestiality. You can use a free person or, in rare instances, a submissive man for purposes of copulation; but a slave can only give cunnilingus or massage, perhaps suckle the breasts if you order it to do so."
"Then all those pictures you sent me of penises enclosed in plastic and metal, the chastity devises–I know it's a major fetish among submissive men, but what has it to do with slavery?"
"You are a mature, intelligent and refined lady. Why then, do you not comprehend these are genital restraints? Their purpose is to permanently deny erection so the slave can concentrate on its servile labor. You should place your friend, Mr. B., in strict chastity to ensure he does not stray and only you have access to what would become your very own masculine genitals. There should be no argument over the matter of locking him up, madam. It ensures loyalty and service to only one woman."
"My Mr. B. channels his sexuality into housework," I explained. "Since I have a regular cleaning lady, he cheats on me by cleaning another domme's dirty apartment. That's fine by me–the sound of a vacuum cleaner drives me to distraction. But Bradley is so happy cleaning, he's sort of sexualized a certain apron he wears. He's a basic service bottom and his penis isn't even an issue."
"If I may be so bold to say–I think you may be deluding yourself, madam."
"You're right, the penis is always the issue. I wouldn't even know what to do with a chastity thing, they look kind of complicated."
"Don't be ridiculous. Securing already assemble
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
When I read the back cover blurb, I didn't know what to think. I mean, a hardcore BDSM memoir written by a 60-something, cat-loving heroine -- yeah, right?! (I'll never think about grandma the same way again.) But this little trade paperback surprised me. Told in a comedy of errors, humorous memoir fashion, the pages left me not only entertained, but a lot smarter about the entire scene than before I started the first page. Some of the pages were a little hard to take in, the things masochists do to get off, but it's like the author learned herself in the beginning of the book, This is what submissive guys need and if you want them to give you what you need --?"