Wonder Woman - Where it all began.

I grew up the 70's, when Wonder Woman and Charlies Angels was all the rage. I remember being a young child, watching Wonder woman with her lasso, fantasizing about dawning that awesome outfit and lassoing someone, anyone. At the time I fantasied mostly about women, but as I got older I also fantasied about men. I didn't realize there were men out there who would be ok with being tied up and taken control of (can you believe how naive I was). As I got older, I felt that these fantasies were wrong, that wanting to tie up women and men was sick. I thought something was seriously wrong with me. Growing up for me was a very confusing. On one hand I was told that women were independent, and they could do anything. Then on the other hand I was taught to be nice and not cause conflict. The only problem was I had a very dominant personality. I expected to be treated with respect but I wasn't being treated with respect. I had no idea how to get what I wanted, namely respect. I would not want to cause waves and I always had a little voice in my head telling me I was being selfish"expecting" anything. Needless to say, I was confused and unhappy. What was wrong with me. It seemed whenever I had these conflicts, I would automatically go back to my fantasy. My fantasy where I was in control and I could do whatever I wanted. I figured if my fantasies stayed fantasies everything would be fine. Hence, I continued my life as being a "good girl".

I grew up in Las Vegas and my neighbor was the lead showgirl in one of the most popular topless shows in Las Vegas. Jacqueline was a french dancer, standing tall and statuesque. She had beautiful blond hair and she lived with her son (my best friend). I am so grateful for the powerful, independent role models I had as a child. As I grew into an adult I would often think of Jacqueline and the kind of woman she was. I remembered her being strong, intelligent and loving. She is what I think of when I hear Loving Female Authority. She was stern and ruled the roost with a iron fist, but at the same time she would love you after she disciplined you (she would yell at me and then hug me and tell me how much she loved me!) I miss her very much.

(Here is a picture of Jacqueline. She was by far the most elegant, beautiful, intelligent woman I have ever known. Tragically she passed away March 10, 1981 after a long battle with breast cancer. )

While I didn't grow up in a feminist household, my mother wore the pants. She ran our family business, controlled the household (servants and all) and took care of us girls. She showed me that I didn't NEED a man to take care of me. That women were more than capable of taking care of themselves (thank you very much!) This gave me a skewed outlook of men. If we didn't need men because we took care of ourselves completely, then what good were men? Well, they were good for sex. With my limited scope of what purpose men served I attracted some doosies. The men I was hopelessly attracted to were boys that needed to be broken. They were macho men, shut down emotionally and downright cold hearted. I didn't understand that these boys were really broken from society and that they needed and craved Loving Female Authority. They were submissive men on the inside who desperately needed a strong woman to guide them. Foolish me didn't understand this.

Now that I am older and wiser, I understand this perfectly. While I have battled with myself over accepting my true self, so has my husband. He has those pesky little voices telling him "real men" don't do this or that. Real men dominate, they don't get dominated. I never thought I would say this but I am so glad I am in my 30's. I have finally matured and left my silly girlish ways behind. I accept myself just the way I am. I know now that I can be dominant without being a total bitch. See FemDom is not about being a bitch. It is about teaching and guiding my submissive into being a better man.

In today's society, men do not know how to treat women. They think that since women are independent, and can take care of themselves, that they don't need to love and adore them. That is the furthest thing from the truth. The first thing I expect out of my husband is adoration and respect. I deserve that and he needs to give me that. He needs to be taught what pleases me, because no one ever taught him that. Well, HELLO, I have assumed that job completely.

Since we have embarked on this journey, my husband is happier than ever. My expectations are clearly set and anything less is unacceptable. He makes coffee for me in the morning and shows his devotion each day by kissing my feet to wake me up. When he gets home from work he cooks dinner (most days, I absolutely hate to cook). He rubs my feet and tickles and massages my back. These little things reaffirm our marriage dynamic everyday. When he does get that little voice in his head, I reassure him that submissive men are better men, because their top priority is to make their wives (or gf's) happy. Every man wants that, they just don't know how to do it. Hopefully, more and more men will discover Loving Female Authority. I think our society would be much better if more men devoted themselves to their wives. In the end, women want love, affection, and most of all, adoration. That is the bottom line!