I find the genesis of a personal fetish fascinating, and enlightening to share with others of similar bent. Here’s my story, for whatever it’s worth. I hope it provides insight, or at least passing interest to others enamored with female domination.

I was conquered by womanhood in high school, at the hands of my first real lover. We had typical beginner’s vanilla sex at every opportunity for at least a year. Then one unforgettable Christmas changed everything. I gave Jean a ring she’d been particularly coveting. She gave me, probably inadvertently, a lifetime craving for sexual submission.

We had returned to her parent’s house from some insufferable family function in the early afternoon. The place was empty, and as soon as we entered the living room Jean suddenly spun me around and violently ripped off my clothes. Her own dress followed, and she shoved me roughly down onto the middle of the couch. Ignoring my sputtering she immediately straddled me, grabbed my head and ground her breasts into my face. Feral and aggressive, she squirmed in my lap and attacked me with her tits until I thought I’d go insane. Finally she mounted me and rode me to the most apocalyptic orgasm imaginable. It was by far the best sex I’ve ever had. I was so shocked and turned on by her unexpected aggression that I had no defense against it. Submitting to her just struck some irresistible chord deep inside. From that point on I was never truly fulfilled unless I was the one on the bottom.

We did it in the car that way all the time, with me slouched in the middle of the back seat while Jean straddled and rode me silly. We did it anywhere Jean could find a chair to push me down into. Even in the illicit luxury of her parent’s bed, we always made love with her in the superior position. And soon we were dabbling in things like bondage, spanking, and mutual masturbation. To this day I’ve been contemplating ever more insane depravities, trying to recapture the overwhelmingly compelling arousal I felt at being brusquely stripped, roughly shoved down and violently ridden to an incredible mutual climax. The dominant, sexually aggressive female has become an icon for me, inspiring dozens of ever-more extreme fantasies.

It’s rather ironic that a few years after Jean and I split I suffered a broken neck in a diving accident. Now I am indeed condemned to the submissive position when it comes to sex. And as a quadriplegic I’m also subject to much daily pain, humiliation, dependence and physical indignity at the hands of female caregivers. Mixing these two situations may not be very professional, but that hasn’t stopped me from developing some wonderfully kinky relationships with some of my more adventuresome aides and nurses. Alas these incidents are too few. And so I continue to write ever more outrageous stories: paying the only homage I can to the glorious Goddess whose earthly incarnation I yearn more for all the time.