The Femdom Interview
By M.C.
A writer for an online femdom magazine interviews a dominant high school girl.


Note from the author: There are probably things in this story that are not to
everybody's liking. I write my stories for my own gratification and then post
them here. If others find them enjoyable, then great. But if they find them
"kinky" (whatever that means) then they're probably not your 'cup of tea' as
our former colonial masters are fond of saying. You have been warned. M.C.

The Introduction

Hi, my name is Candace Warner, but my friends all call me Candy. I am a writer
for an online magazine of, by and for dominant women and girls called Femdom.
Our purpose is to track down dominant females and interview them about their
lives so that other females with dominant tendencies will have a peer group of
like-minded people to communicate with. Since we began to publish our
magazine, literally thousands of women and girls from all around the country -
and indeed all around the world - have been brought together to share their
thoughts, stories and experiences in female domination. It's a much larger
community than most people suspect - and it's growing day-by-day.

Today I'm going to interview Beth Richardson, an 18 year-old high school
senior. Because she lives only a few miles away, I'll be conducting the
interview in person; which I much prefer as it's far more personal than if I
conduct it online via zoom or whatever. Because her parents went away for the
weekend, she thought it would be best if I came over this Saturday morning to
conduct my interview with her in the privacy of her home. I just pulled up and
parked outside of her house and am about to go inside. I'll describe what
transpired between us in greater detail after we've completed our interview.

Chapter 1) Meeting Beth

Well I've just concluded my interview with Beth and, I have to say, it was
without a doubt the best interview that I've ever done for Femdom. I was met
at the door by a smiling girl with long, pretty blond hair that she had tied
back into ponytail. She gave me a very firm handshake (I used to be a
bodybuilder and am still quite strong and fit so I know a firm handshake when
I feel one). She invited me to come inside and led me straight to a backroom.
The first thing that I noticed when we entered the room was the large and very
well-built boy standing in the middle. "This is Greg, my boyfriend," Beth said
as she introduced us, "but I always call him Greggie. He's the all-city
offensive right tackle of our football team. So, what do you think Candy?"

I have to admit that even though I've delt with female domination for quite
awhile now (and am a dominant woman myself), I was totally unprepared for what
I saw. For there was this large (Beth said he's six feet-four inches tall and
weighs around 250 pounds), strong guy standing in the middle of the room
wearing absolutely nothing except for, get this girls, a pair of shocking pink
woman's panties! "I bought them especially for Greggie to wear around the
house when he's here with me.

They're extra-extra-large of course." Then Beth added with a girlish giggle,
"Isn't Greggie the cutest thing in his pink panties? Tee, hee, tee."

I have to admit that the sight of this big, strong and tough high school
football star being forced - and it was obvious to me that he was indeed being
forced - by his much smaller girlfriend (Beth stands five feet-six inches tall
and weighs in at a very fit 140 pounds) to parade around her home while
wearing nothing more than a pair of pink panties was a rather erotic way for
me to begin my interview with Beth - and our interview hadn't even started
yet! "This looks like it's going to be a very interesting interview," I
thought to myself.

Beth and I sat down on two chairs that were facing each other. Before we
began, Beth turned to her boyfriend and said, "Candy is going to interview me
now for Femdom magazine Greggie. So while we're conducting our interview, I
expect you to be a good boy so I won't have to punish you while she's here.
Understand?" When the large boy nodded, Beth smiled and said, "Good. Now go to
my dresser and bring out my hairbrush." After he had done so, Beth winked at
me and said to her boyfriend, "Doesn't Candy have pretty hair Greggie? Why
don't you brush it for her while she and I are chit-chatting." Obediently the
large and strong athlete started brushing my long, brown hair as Beth and I
began our interview.

Chapter 2) The making of a dominant female

"So Beth," I began, "when did you first realize that you had dominant
tendencies?" The pretty blond thought for a moment or two and then she began:
"I think I was around nine years old when I had my first encounter with female
domination. Our teacher wasn't feeling well one day and so they let our class
go home an hour early. Since I lived only a few blocks away from my school, I
walked home. When I entered, I heard strange sounds coming from my parent's
bedroom. And when I opened their bedroom door and peeked inside, I saw a sight
that I'll never forget for as long as I live. For there was my mother sitting
on the edge of the bed with my father draped across her knees. He had his
pants and undies pulled down below his knees and my mommy was giving him a
good, hard spanking with her bare hand! My dad had tears in his eyes as she
spanked him.

"Oh hi sweetie pie," my mom said when she noticed I was watching. "You're home
a bit early today; aren't you?" After I told my mom about my teacher not
feeling well, she sighed. "Why are you spanking daddy?" I asked. "I'm afraid
that your father has been a very naughty boy lately honey, and needed to be
punished. I was hoping to finish spanking him before you came home from
school; but here you are."

"But what did daddy do to deserve the spanking that you're giving him mommy?"

"He left the house early yesterday without finishing his chores to go watch a
football game with his friends. Because I was judging a martial arts
tournament all day (Beth's mother is a martial arts expert and owns, manages
and teaches at her dojo), I didn't find out about it until I got home much
later. And when I confronted him about this earlier today, he lied to me and
said that he had finished all of his chores first. Tell me honey, does the
front lawn look mowed? (It didn't). And neither is the back. It's bad enough
that your father slacked off on completing his household chores; but lying to
me too? That's totally unacceptable. A good spanking is what he deserves, so
that's what he's getting. I'm just sorry that you had to see this sweetie pie.
Eventually I was going to teach you all about female domination honey, but
only when you got to be a little bit older. But since you've just had your
first encounter with it, I guess now is as good a time as any for me to begin
your introduction."

"And that's when my mother started to train me in the art of female
domination; or femdom for short. She had already been training me in various
forms of martial arts since I was around three years old. But now I was also
learning, in addition to simply the beating up the bullies at school, how to
dominate and humiliate them as well. 'In a man's world it isn't enough for a
female to simply be just smarter than her male counterparts Beth', my mother
told me time and time again during her lessons, 'but you also have to be
tougher than they are too - much tougher in fact. And that's the kind of woman
that I'm training you to be; strong, tough and independent - just like your
mother'."

Beth paused briefly and said to her boyfriend, "I think Candy's hair has been
nicely brushed Greggie; you can stop now." Then she untied her ponytail,
fluffed up her long, blond hair and said, "You can start brushing mine now."
Meekly, he did as he was told. Beth then turned to me and grinned, " You see
how obedient boys can be after they've been properly trained Candy? So, where
were we in our conversation?"

"I'm quite impressed with how well you're trained your boyfriend, Beth. Was it
very difficult? How long did it take you to get him to this stage of
subservience to you and what methods did you use to break down his macho, male
ego? I think many of our readers, especially the younger girls who are just
starting out in femdom, would be very interested to know some of the
techniques that you use and perhaps even learn from them." (I took out my cell
phone and snapped a few pictures of Greg brushing Beth's long, pretty blond
hair while wearing his pink panties and assured him that his real name would
not be used in my article - after all, I may be a dominant woman, but I'm not
cruel).

Chapter 3) Beth learns to appreciate the benefits of being a dominant girl

"I think that I was around twelve years old and just started attending Middle
School when, in addition to just beating up the bullies, I began to humiliate
them as well. My mom said that a beating isn't enough to 'retrain' naughty
boys to behave nicely. 'You also have to crush their male egos honey'. She
taught me how to tease the boys while I was beating them up by doing things
like fluffing up my pretty hair or giggling like a little girl during the
fight. 'That way they'll always remember that they got their asses kicked by a
girl, Beth. Don't ever let them forget that'."

"She also taught me what to do to them after I had finished their beating.
'The more you humiliate them, the harder it will be for their egos to recover.
That's why I prefer a good spanking after a beating; as you saw that time with
your father.' My mom and I shared a giggle after she said that. So I took my
mother's advice to heart and began spanking the school bullies after I beat
them up. And it worked! I never had to beat up and spank the same bully more
than once."

"Then about a year later, I guess that I was around thirteen at the time,
while I was spanking a large, strong boy who had been harassing the girls at
school, I felt a very strange sensation happening inside of me. I didn't know
what was happening at first, but a little later it hit me - I had experienced
my very first orgasm; and it happened while I was spanking a boy! I ran home
to tell my mother about it. And when I did, she smiled, 'Congratulations
honey, you've just become a full-fledged woman.' Then after a pause she said,
'You must really like this boy Beth.' When I asked her how she knew that, my
mom grinned and pointed down to the area of my vagina; it was all wet! We
shared another giggle after that.

"When I mentioned to my mom that the boy I was spanking lives just down the
street from us, she told me that I should bring him here so she could meet
him. I literally ran out of the house to his and rang the doorbell. Before he
had a chance to slam the door in my face, I reached up and grabbed him firmly
by the sweatshirt he was wearing and dragged him back to my house. As he was
trying to resist me on the way, I had to stop and slap him back and forth
across his face a few times so he would behave." Beth then grinned at me and
said, "Candy, except for beating them up, I really didn't have a lot of
experience with boys at that point. So maybe my tactics were a little bit
unconventional. Anyway, by the time I dragged him into my house he was crying.
'This is Randy mommy', I said as I introduced him. 'He claimed to be the
strongest and toughest kid in school.' Then I giggled, 'Until today that is
when I taught him otherwise'; tee, hee, hee'."

"Well Randy, it's indeed a pleasure to meet my daughter's newest friend," my
mom said. Then she smiled at me and added, "I'm sure that the two of you will
get along very nicely together; once she's taught you your proper place that
is." Poor Randy, he looked so confused by what was going on. "What - what do
you mean by that Ms. Richardson?" he asked, perplexed. All my mother said in
response was, "You'll find out soon enough Randy. You'll find out." Then she
looked at me, nodded in the direction of my bedroom, winked and walked out
(subtlety personified); after which I dragged the still whimpering Randy into
my bedroom and closed the door behind me." Beth then smiled and said, "That
was my first experience in being a truly dominant girl; and I've never looked
back."

Chapter 4) Beth matures

Before we continued with our interview, Beth suggested we move into her
bedroom and continue from there. "There are a few more things that I want to
show you Candy," Beth said with a cryptic smile. She reached into her
boyfriend's pick panties, firmly grabbed his penis and led us into her
bedroom. "Greggie, you know where you belong now, don't you?" The large
football star meekly nodded and went over to Beth's bed. He then positioned
himself so that he was lying on his back with his head dangling over the side
of the bed. "This, like brushing my hair, is another one of Greggie's chores."
Beth removed her panties (also pink) and sat down on Greg's chest so that her
pussy was just a few inches from his face. "Have you ever pussy whipped a man
Candy?" The smile on my face told Beth everything she needed to know (I am
after all a dominant female too; remember?). "It's a wonderful feeling, isn't
it?" I concurred, it is indeed.

While Beth and her boyfriend were 'busy', I decided to look around her bedroom
a bit. Beth's bedroom had the usual trappings of what I would expect from a
dominant girl. There were several first prize trophies from martial arts
tournaments that she had won and a martial arts gi with a black belt wrapped
around it hanging from one of the walls. On the opposite wall hung two large
posters of Wonder Woman. "I've had a fascination with Wonder Woman ever since
I was a girl Candy," Beth said when she noticed that I was looking at the
posters. "And if you open my closet, you'll see my collection of her comic
books - I have more that 200 of them! (I did open her closet and, sure enough,
there was a tall stack of WW comic books several feet high). I guess that's
the reason my mother suspected that I must have the dominant female gene in
me; just like she has." Beth climaxed a short time later and, after a break,
we continued our interview from the point that we had left off.

"I forced Randy to become my boyfriend - the first one I ever had. We stayed
together for about a year and then I let him go. He never did accept being
with a dominant girl. Gee, I wonder why (giggles). Soon afterwards I forced
another boy to be my boyfriend, and then another after him, and another after
him. I always liked the big, tough, macho types as they're the most fun for me
to break down and tame. Being a dominant woman yourself Candy, you surely must
be familiar with the erotic joy that I felt after I totally dominated a big,
strong, tough guy and forced him to do things against his will (boy do I
ever). like making Greggie wear pink panties all around the house; tee, hee,
hee."

Beth got up from Greg's chest and motioned for me to come over (I had been
sitting on a chair facing Beth at the time). "Let's you and I switch places
Candy. That way you can also experience a little femdom today during our
interview." Rather than pussy whip Greg as Beth had done, I sat down on his
face and let him pleasure me with his tongue (and I have to say that Beth was
certainly a good hostess to me during our interview). Then she continued: "As
I said before, my mom taught me that in order to completely dominate a man or
a boy, a beating, no matter comprehensive it may be, isn't sufficient. A girl
also needs to break the tough, macho image that he has of himself and ground
it into the dust. Her preferred method of doing this was to give the guy that
she had just beaten up a good, hard spanking; as she was doing to my father in
the bedroom that day. At first I used her methods exclusively. But as I got
older and matured, I tried to be a bit more creative in how I broke down and
humiliated guys. The idea of forcing a big, strong guy to brush my hair and
tell me how pretty it is while doing so was, so far as I know, my 'invention',
so to speak. And then, about two years ago, I hit on another idea - forcing
these rough, tough, macho guys to strip and then put on a pair of women's
panties." Beth paused and gave me what could only be described as an evil
grin, "And that has since become my favorite way of breaking down a guy's
resistance and establishing my superiority over him."

"Greggie and I got together a year ago just after the football season ended.
He was this rough, tough, macho football star who thought the world of himself
- in other words, just the kind of guy that I love to break down and dominate
before forcing them to become my boyfriend. The early beatings and spankings
that I gave him were, as usual, a lot of fun. I have to admit that it took me
bit longer than I had originally expected to finally break him down though; I
guess that's why he was such a tough guy. But when I finally did succeed , my
conquest was all the more satisfying - especially after I forced him to break
up with his pompous, slutty cheerleader girlfriend. But he's far better off
now with me; isn't that right Greggie?" I raised my pussy up so that he could
answer, in the affirmative of course. Indeed, what other choice did he really
have? Either agree with Beth or get beaten up? That's not much of a choice if
you ask me.

"Greggie needed a strong, tough girl like me to push him to train harder. In
fact his football coach said that it was entirely because of me that he
improved enough last season to earn all-city honors and - as a result -
recieve a scholarship to play football at the university next Fall. I will
also be attending the same university on a judo and karate scholarship. So
Greggie and I will be living together in a student apartment that we found
which is located just off campus. Won't that be wonderful sweetie pie?" Again
Greg agreed. We paused as I climaxed (I have to say that Greg proved to be
surprisingly good with his tongue. Beth must have trained him well in the art
- and it is definitely an art - of pleasuring a woman).

Chapter 5) Epilogue

After well over an hour, Beth and I began to conclude what for me had been a
most fascinating, as well as pleasurable (wink), interview - by far the best
that I have ever done. "Well I hope that you have enough material for your
Femdom article Candy," Beth said as I collected all of my things and prepared
to leave. As a parting gift, Beth told Greg to brush my hair again, "Not that
your hair needs it Candy, but I always like to remind Greggie who's the boss
around here. And with those big, strong muscles of his, Greg is the best hair
brusher (read boyfriend) that I've ever had. I knew when we first got together
that he would be - once I trained him properly that is."

Beth walked me to the front door, squeezed my hand (gently this time) and
thanked me for coming. "I sure enjoyed sharing my stories and experiences with
you Candy; and I know that you did too (grin). I can't wait to read your
article. I hope it helps other like-minded girls find their true path in life
and appreciate the joys of being a strong, dominant female."

"I'm sure that it will Beth; in fact I know that it will. Having seen what I
just saw here, I can't think of a better emissary for the cause of femdom than
you. It was indeed a great pleasure to have met you - and I do mean pleasure
(Beth and I giggled after I said that). And that goes for you too Greg. You
really have a talented tongue there." As I began walking towards my car, I
heard Beth call out, "Since you don't live too far away from me Candy, feel
free to come back here whenever you're in the mood for another 'treatment'.
Just let me know in advance so that I can arrange for Greggie to be
available." I switched on the ignition and flashed Beth the 'thumbs up' sign.
"We'll definitely be in touch," I yelled out of the car's window as I began to
drive away.