So based on comments, messages, and emails I’ve gotten, it appears that I wasn’t quite as clear in my Wake-Up Call post as I could’ve been.
So to clarify: No, I am not saying that a submissive man should have to come out to his vanilla friends, or his family, or in his professional life.
Who he is in the bedroom really isn’t anyone’s business, and if he doesn’t want them to know, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I was talking specifically about a submissive man being out at a kink event only. Such as a munch, or a play party. A place with other kinky people. Not vanilla people. Not people he knows.
And no, despite (extremely) popular opinion, going to a kink event as a submissive man will have no effect on a man’s vanilla life, either personally or professionally. Kazander learned that, himself, when he saw one of his coworkers at a munch. Literally zero effect on his professional life or on his career.
I mean, if someone were to see their parents or something at a munch or play party, that might be awkward, but you’d actually be surprised how often that sort of thing happens.
Because think about it: If you’re at a munch, everyone at the munch is there for the same thing. It’s the same reason I’m not worried if someone I know finds the blog. Because they’d have to read a lot of the blog to figure out who I am, and at that point, they can’t judge me when they’re spending that much time reading a Femdom blog.
Someone at a munch cannot judge you for being at a munch.
And also, despite (extremely) popular opinion, you are not required to write “SUBMISSIVE MAN” on your forehead when you go to a munch, m’kay.
I mean, 99% of the people Kazander and I spoke to at munches knew what our dynamic was, but most of our conversations were just vanilla conversations about normal things.
For example, there’s a woman at the mixed group that I don’t talk to a lot, but only because we hang around in different smaller groups. I love her to death, she’s adorable, and I love talking to her.
Four years into us going to the munches regularly (and to the local dungeon, when it was open), she hugged me as we walked in. Kazander went to the bar to get me a drink, and when he left, she said, “So what do you call him? Your Sir? Your Daddy?”
I laughed and said, “I call him my bitch.”
Four years, I’d known her, and after four years, she thought he was the Dom, and I was the sub. Because he is large and intimidating, and can be rather intense, while I’m more laid-back and relaxed.
And also because it’s just not advertised. I don’t need to lead him around with a collar and leash, okay. I don’t need to make it obvious. A munch is in a vanilla place. No one makes it obvious. Obvious shit like leading someone around on a collar and leash is actually frowned upon at munches.
So you can go to a munch without shouting from the rooftops that you’re a submissive man. And again, everyone else at the munch is there for the same thing.
And the vanilla people at the venue, who aren’t part of the munch, don’t know what’s going on at all. I’ve been to tons of munches at bars, restaurants, even a coffee shop, and none of the vanilla people ever knew. We don’t dress in leather or fetish wear, okay. We’re just a group of people hanging out.
There is literally no negative effect on one’s vanilla life. There just isn’t.
I mean, think about it. In Nevada, BDSM is illegal. You cannot consent to be hit, in any way, shape, or form, under any circumstances. Which is why we don’t have dungeons here.
So forget about submissive men for a second, and just look at Dominant men. If a negative effect on one’s vanilla life were possible, it’s actually the Dominant men in this state that would suffer the most for it. Because they’re the ones who are literally committing crimes behind closed doors.
They still go to munches. Because going to a munch no effect on one’s vanilla life. Like, I’m not making this shit up. It’s true. Going to a munch will not have any sort of impact on your vanilla life. Going to a munch as a submissive man will not have any sort of impact on your vanilla life.
It just won’t.
The other thing I take issue with is a submissive man refusing to introduce his significant other to his friends or family because she is his Dominant, and he has an irrational and unfounded fear that someone will find out.
Which, unless your Dominant is completely psychotic (in which case, why did you offer your submission to her in the first place?), is not ever going to happen.
For example, when I moved in with Kazander, I would’ve had a serious issue if he refused to introduce me to his friends or family, despite the fact that we were living together.
And no, that doesn’t mean I would expect him (or any submissive) to introduce me as his Dominant.
I mean, what are people expecting? How do you think that conversation would go?
“Yeah, Jen, these are all my drinking buddies. Guys, this is my Mistress. She owns me.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Yeah, I totally bent him over and fucked him up the ass last night. Did we get here in time for happy hour?”
I mean, seriously?
But this is apparently what a hefty chunk of submissive men actually think is going to happen.
When Kazander introduced me to his family and friends, he introduced me as his girlfriend. When I introduced him to my vanilla friends and family, I introduced him as my boyfriend.
There is no negative effect of introducing your girlfriend to your vanilla friends and family, y’all.
And again, what we are and what we do in private is no one’s business. Kazander’s family knows that I’m the one “in charge,” but that’s not a novel or unique thing. Plenty of vanilla relationships are more or less “run” by the female partner.
I’ve never let anything slip about him being my sub, in the seven years that I’ve been with him. As I said in the post, I will go out of my way to protect him from being found out.
And actually, I was talking about that with Sounder recently. As I’ve said, I am transforming his bed into a pink, lacy, sissy bed. The bedset actually just got in today, and I can’t wait to put it on his bed. And eventually, I’m going to turn his entire house into a sissy paradise.
Which he won’t be able to hide from vanilla friends and family.
So I had a couple ideas for things he could tell his vanilla friends and family to explain all the pink.
His friends were easy, and it doesn’t even require outright lying. Just stretching the truth with a couple little white lies.
Here’s something he could potentially tell his friends and his guy buddies:
Yeah, my girlfriend has a thing for pink. She keeps bringing stuff over because she likes the way it looks. She says it turns her on. Yeah, it’s a little weird.
But you know what?
She’s a woman barely out of her twenties, with the most insatiable sex drive I’ve ever seen. If she only makes me cum 10 times a week, it’s a slow week. It’s hard to be upset about pink throw pillows on the couch when you’re mid-blowjob, about to have your 8th orgasm of the week, and it’s only Wednesday.
And aside from the blowjob thing, all of that is true. Sissifying and feminizing him and his house turns me on. Forcing him to live in a sissy house is fucking hot. And I am barely out of my twenties, and my sex drive is pretty damn insatiable.
And because he has multiple orgasms (like a girl), it’s common for him to have more than ten orgasms when I fuck him. Him having his 8th orgasm of the week on a Wednesday is completely feasible and realistic.
It’s all true.
But a couple weeks ago, he had his adult niece in town, and I realized that the story wouldn’t work for everyone. Female relatives, female friends, some more conservative guests… there are plenty of potential situations where he probably shouldn’t talk about his girlfriend giving him multiple blowjobs.
So he’d need something else. And while the story I came up with is not even remotely true, and a bit more involved, it would be much more appropriate for things like sisters/mothers/female relatives/professional associates/whatever.
So I met this girl awhile back. She was in this horribly abusive relationship, and every time she tried to get away, he just made her life hell, and he threatened to hurt her or her family if she ever went to the cops or got a restraining order or anything like that.
She felt stuck, and didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t just do nothing, you know. I helped her get away, I protected her from him until she could get on her feet, and eventually he left her alone.
But we started hanging out, and started seeing each other.
She’d been with him most of her adult life, though, so it’s like she’s still not even sure of who she is outside of his influence. And she’s so nervous about having her voice heard. So when I found out that she liked pink, and always wanted a place with a lot of feminine touches, I encouraged her to go for it.
But she still doesn’t feel really safe or comfortable at her place, so I let her do it at mine. And she was just kept down so much, you know, for so long, I wanted to just indulge her with this, and let her go nuts. Having a pink house is annoying, but it’s definitely worth making her feel validated and helping her figure out who she is as a woman.
I mean, who could possibly fault him for that? Not only is it plausible, but it totally makes him look like the hero. He could tell that story, and everyone who hears it will think he has a pink house because he’s a knight in shining armor who rescued the damsel in distress, and sacrificed his own comfort and personal taste to help a woman feel good about herself.
But of course, he would know the truth. He’d know that he has a pink house because he’s a sissy bitch.
The point is that I don’t expect any submissive man to come out in his vanilla life, to his vanilla friends. There’s no point to it. I’m not out to most of my vanilla friends, or my family. Because why? Whose business is it what I do with my subs behind closed doors?
None of Kazander’s friends or family know what we do in private, and I have no desire to change that. As far as everyone thinks, I’m his wife. And as far as everyone thinks, it’s a normal, monogamous relationship.
When I meet Sounder’s vanilla friends and family, none of them are ever going to know what we do in private. As far as everyone will think, I’m his girlfriend. And as far as everyone will think, it’s a normal, monogamous relationship.
Except for one, that is.
Because I’m going to meet his guy friends, and get to know them a bit. Then, I’m going to pick one.
I have a specific set of criteria he’ll have to meet, a specific personality type, a specific physical type, a specific mentality and attitude.
Once I find the one who meets that criteria, I’m going to pull him aside, when Sounder isn’t around.
And I’m going to arrange something very, very fun.
Allow me to set the scene. I’m at Sounder’s house, with him dressed in his lovely sissy clothes, kneeling on his pink sissy bed. I’m going to blindfold him and put noise-canceling headphones on him.
Then, I’ll go and open the front door, and let the friend in. I’ll lead the friend upstairs, to see Sounder tied up, dressed up, and on his knees.
And Sounder will suck his dick. And swallow his load, obviously.
Then, I will leave Sounder there and walk the friend out before untying him and taking the blindfold off.
And Sounder will have no idea which of his friends have shot their load in his mouth. He’ll never know which of his friends have seen him in all his sissy glory.
And, as he pointed out when I described that scenario to him, in great, glorious detail, even if he suspected who it might be, it’s not like he could ever ask the guy about it.
So I mean, one of his friends will know. Which is going to be so amazingly, wonderfully, incredibly awesome.
But, you know, no one else will know.
My point is that no, you don’t have to out yourself in your vanilla life. That’s not what I was saying.
I was saying that refusing to go to or accompany your Domme to a kink event is a dick move. And I was saying that refusing to introduce your girlfriend to the other people in your life because of your D/s dynamic is a dick move.
So basically, I’m saying don’t be a dick.