by: Shawna Summers
(F/m -- foot worship, cum eating, crossdressing, chastity)
"Really? Another fake Domme?" I said out loud exasperated by another private message pretending to be a dominatrix.
My wife just shook her head and smiled in sympathy, "You know if you didn't post so much on there, you wouldn't get all those."
"You're probably right, but I've actually made connections with several people, too," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
I had made several connections of people online that I really enjoyed chatting with, and yeah, seeing their sexy posts didn't hurt either. Especially some of the amazing, powerful female Dominants that were out there. I'd even chatted with a few of them and considered a few of them, maybe not quite friends... associates? Something like that. I knew I could ask a respectful question about things and they were usually quite happy to answer.
I didn't abuse that of course, not unless I was going to be paying or sending them a gift. I also knew these ladies had lives and businesses, so I didn't want to monopolize their time.
That was probably why I also felt a little protective of them, and their brands. So, when someone went online pretending to be them to try and get money, or whatever their reason for pretending to be a Domme was, I would go out of my way to not only mess with that person and waste their time and energy, but I'd also be sure to report them, alert the Domme and post it on that person's page with the Domme included in the post.
I knew that wasn't really going to stop the scammers, catfishers and the fakes, but it made me feel better. Like I was doing my small part to assist the powerful ladies that fascinated me so.
I was also quite lucky that my wife of over 25 years was also my Domme. Sadly, we very rarely got a chance to play. I know, you need to make time, but with work, kids, family, school, after school activities and everything, it was sometimes tough to find the time. Sometimes it was tough to find time just to talk.
Now that our kids were older, we were trying to make sure we made time for each other and for kink, too. And yes, sometimes those were mutually exclusive. Simple stuff, like trying to make sure we said "Good night" and try to talk for a few minutes when going to bed.
It wasn't always easy, but we knew it was important, especially since we'd be empty nesters in a few years. At some point in our marriage, we'd realized we didn't even really have a relationship with each other, it was just about the kids. So, we really made an effort to connect when and where we could.
This was why we had started taking long 'us' weekends to get away. We also tried to not only get out and have actual dates and dinner and such, but we also made sure to include kinky sex on the agenda, too. The funny thing was, the first such weekend we did, we both had a great time, but we were both quite out of shape with kinky sex. We were a bit sore afterwards and there really wasn't that much spanking or corporal stuff. I never thought limbering up was going to be a necessary part of sex. The joys of getting older, I guess.
"How do you know the profiles are fake anyway?" my wife asked, genuinely interested.
"Well, some I just recognize the pics. But most actually message me, and while I've had Dommes message me before, it was usually to thank me for a nice comment or reply to a question I'd asked. I've never had one real Domme tell me 'I want to own you and make you mine own sissy slut for all time'... and yes, that's a direct quote," I explained to her.
"Okay yeah, that doesn't sound like a native English speaker, but lots of people online can't write," my wife reasoned.
"True, but if they're Professional Dommes, they have links to their website, their pay site, their gift wish-list, that kind of stuff. Also, they almost always have their location, at least which continent they're on. These never have a location. Also, I usually just do a reverse image search on their main photos and I come up with who the Domme really is, or the model. Sometimes they're just using a fetish model, not even a Domme. Then I check if that person has a profile and I can message them to let them know someone is pretending to be them," I said fairly quickly.
We talked a bit more about stuff I looked for and how I knew a profile was real or fake. I was surprised my wife took an interest at all. She usually would just let me rant and blather about the phonies. So, I was happy to have her interest, even if it was something silly.
You see, my wife is just amazing. I know, most guys think that of their wives, but mine was. Not only was she pretty with the most amazingly beautiful blue eyes, but she was also one of the smartest people I knew. Also, the connection we had was just unbelievable at times. We often joked at times about sharing a brain since we would frequently have one of us say exactly what the other was thinking. Sadly, the one area she lacked was self-confidence. A lot of it stemmed from her being a Big Beautiful Woman, y'know the BBW category from the porn sites? Yeah, she was big and curvy, but her curves were amazing, and they drove me crazy. Sadly, she didn't always get it.
That was actually part of the reason I'd suggested maybe she try to find a "Domme persona". So when we got kinky, she could be someone else for a bit. It worked for me when I was in drag. It was sometimes nice to not have to be a guy any more, that I sometimes lost myself in the mental aspect of it. But she was smart and clever and playful enough that our Domme-sub sessions were amazing, so she really didn't need the persona, but I thought it might help.
That's the other amazing thing about my wife is that she puts up with my crossdressing. You know how many women get worried about another woman messing up their relationship? Well, what if the other woman IS your husband? What do you do then? So, she'd put up with learning to understand that aspect of me, and had even come to embrace it and use it during our kink sessions. Dressing up as her sissy maid and doing chores was one of my favorite things, especially when I got to pamper my Domme with doing her toe nails, assisting with baths or showers, even massages. Plus I'd sometimes get to help her dress in lingerie or leather, so that was a huge plus.
Unfortunately some health issues with family members and other responsibilities had kept us from having an 'us' weekend in quite a while, and I think we were both beginning to feel it. I know I was, and I'm sure she was aware of my desire for some kink time. So, while we trying to plan our next trip, getting messages from fakes Dommes was the last thing I wanted.
That's why the message from a 'Mistress Zee' really threw me off. The profile was fairly new, just a couple months old, but it did have a location. Right in Philly, just up the road from us. She was friends with several of the Dommes in the area that I followed. She only had a few pics and no face pics, so that was a red flag, but plenty of Dommes had day jobs and tried to conceal their identities at least a little. One of her pics was her in a leather top, skirt and thigh high boots. Thigh high boots were a real hot button for me. I had to admit, something about the profile screamed 'fake', but I couldn't put my finger on it exactly.
I did like her tagline was 'the last name in Female Domination.' I thought that was pretty clever. Anyone that put that level of thought into a profile couldn't be all bad, right?
Her message was fairly simple and nice, "Hello, I saw some of your posts and wanted to say hello. You have lots of nice things to say about my sister Dommes, so thank you."
Well, to be honest, a few of the flakes would start off nice and escalate pretty quickly. So, I'd try to ferret this one out and see how it went.
"Thank you, Ma'am. I always try to be polite and respectful. Are you new? I've not seen you before, and I would have definitely remembered you," I replied.
It took a while to get the reply back, "That's good, subs should always remember their place. Yes, I'm new and I've been studying with Mistress Belle. She's a great teacher. Thank you for the compliment, you are very sweet and you make a cute girl."
Well, okay. She was clearly flirting with me, but hadn't gone to the 'I'm going to own you' that so many of the fakes did. She was just... kind of nice. Chatty and flirty.
So, we messaged back and forth for a bit like that, when she asked, "Have you ever visited any of the Pro Dommes here in town?"
