Victoria West - A Woman’s Guide To a Female Led Relationship

First and fore-most I want to start off by saying I dont hate men. I dont believe in abusing a man or using him just because hes a man. I have been involved as a dominant woman in a Female Led Relationships for over ten years.

I not now nor have I ever been a professional dominatrix or phone sex operator. This is not about money for me, its about safe sane and consensual play between two consenting adults.

I am not a feminist and this is not written from any type of political standpoint. While I do strong-heartedly believe in equal rights for women a Female Led Relationship is not the means to seeking and obtaining equal rights for women.

I am not a female supremacist. I do not in any way shape or form believe in enslaving men as a whole nor do I believe that men are objects who are inferior to women.

I am not a psychologist, social worker or any type of counselor. I do not have a degree or a doctorate in any type of sexual, social or psychological studies. This books is written from my experiences as a woman and a dominant female and nothing else. If you are looking for advice from a licensed and certified psychiatrist/psychologist or counselor, please put my book down and seek the assistance of a professional.

Becoming a dominant woman didnt come naturally. It took a long time to reprogram myself and realize that I didnt have to be the way society said women had to be. I am writing this book specifically for women so I can inform them that there is an alternative way to embark in a relationship with a man. Not any man but a submissive man. A Female Led Relationship with a submissive man will open your eyes to a whole new way of enhancing your love life and make it easier and more fulfilling.

I grew up in the Midwest in the traditional Patriarchal household. I am the oldest of two. Dad worked in Advertising sales for a local newspaper and my mother for the first 28 years of their marriage was the traditional stay at home house-wife, mother and basic stay at home mom.

Dad was handsome, charismatic and outgoing when he had to be but he was not domineering. He was very good at sales and he made a decent salary as one of the newspapers top salesmen.

So, Mom didnt have to work.

Both of my parents were raised that boys should be boys and girls should be girls. The traditional stereo types were upheld for both my brother and I. Boys wore blue and girls wore pink. I played with Barbie Dolls and my brother played with army men and Tonka Trucks. I would sit inside and play and he was always outside playing in the mud. He was always getting dirty and I had to stay clean.

My mother was always well dressed. She wore mostly pastels, sweaters, skirts and the occasional pant suit. Dad wore the traditional suit and tied to work and wore blue jeans and flannel shirt while working in the yard or on the car every weekend while mom and I went grocery shopping.

It would break my heart when my parents would get in a fight. Nothing physical but most of the arguments ended with my mom crying her eyes out. Dad always had the last word and made sure he put her in her place. Especially when it came to finances or how to raise me and my brother. Mom tried to stand up for herself and for me but she rarely could change my fathers mind.

I was raised to speak softly, be confident but dont make a fuss. Never speak out against authority and mind my manners. My brother was always speaking up and having tantrums. He got punished every now and then but dad seemed to always let him have his way. He seemed to get his way especially when he whined and complained. It was so frustrating.

All through high school and college I subconsciously gravitated towards men who were similar to my father. They told me how to dress, made the choices on where we went on our dates and they always initiated sex.

In my first and only marriage I was miserable. I married a man who very much like my father but I believe he was worse. He had me do the cooking and all the cleaning. I dressed conservatively while in public because as he said, He didnt want other men checking me out. Behind closed doors, especially in the bedroom I had to wear sexy outfits for him. Heels, satin teddies and panties.

He bought the outfits and I wore them. I thought I looked awful and cheap in them and I felt humiliated. It was like I was his whore in the bedroom and I had to do whatever he told me to do.

Having to put my mouth on his penis was so disgusting. I swore once I got divorced that I would never service another man orally again. Its as if men feel that our sole purpose in life is to gratify them with our mouths.

We both agreed that we didnt want to have any more children. So, at my husbands insistence, I had my tubes tied after our second child. He wanted it that way so we could have sex without him having to wear a rubber.

I will never forget the day I decided to get divorced. It was a Friday and my husband called and said he would be late. He said that he was going out with the guys from work for a few drinks and he wasnt sure how late hed be but he was pretty sure it would be late so I could go ahead and make myself some dinner but he told me not to wait up.

So, that night I went to bed around 11pm. At around 2am he comes stumbling in the house and makes a bee-line for our bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed. I woke up and asked him how his night out was. He said it was ok but he was really horny.

He reeked of body odor, booze and cigars. He and his buddies always smoked cigars when they got together and tonight was no different. I told him it was too late to fool around and told him to come to bed and get some sleep but he wasnt about to listen to that. He stood up, got completely undressed and got under the covers. I was mortified as he leaned over me and started to kiss me on the neck. He proceeded to get on top of me and tried to kiss me but I turned my head away. I could feel that he was aroused and his penis was oozing with pre-cum and pressing into my stomach.

He basically raped me and forced my legs apart, stuck it inside of me and climaxed within 30 seconds of entering me. Then he passed out. My husband was 64 and 285 pounds. All 285 pounds of dead weight just laying on top of me. He was so heavy that I couldnt breathe so, I punched him in the side of his head five or six times to get him to come back to his senses and roll off of me. The next day he didnt remember any of it. I asked him how he got that huge bruise on his temple and he said he had no idea.

When I filed for divorce he cried like a baby. Literally started sobbing at our kitchen table. He was just like my little brother and started to have a tantrum. All he could talk about was how much he loved me and how he couldnt live without me. Then he got serious when he realized he was going to have to pay me alimony and child support. All he could ask over and over was, How am I going to afford to support both of us at the same time?

It was a few years after my divorce before I started even thinking of dating anyone. Just the thought of it made me feel queasy. Men all seem to have one thing on their mind, sex and it was so obvious when I was dating hat every guy I dated had a predetermined pathway to get me into bed. I always had to pretend to be excited or be flattered that they were taking me to a nice restaurant and a movie. It was pretty pathetic when I think about it now. So, I was in no hurry to put on the facade again just to lay on my back with my legs spread pretending to be in the thralls of ecstasy only to never hear from him again.