Femdom lessons—from the aquarium, no less!
Tease and denial phone sex, cuckolding, sensual domination July 30th, 2008
One of the things I love about femdom is just how far-reaching it is. Heck, even across species! You can probably think of a number of examples of that on your own, but here’s one that’s always stuck with me.
Back when I was in graduate school, I had an aquarium. It was a pretty good size, what they call a 20-gallon long, and I found watching my fish very soothing, especially during events like all-night study sessions.
Now, I didn’t keep any particularly exotic fish in that tank, just cheap ones. And one thing about that tank of fish was that its female inhabitants kept getting pregnant. (A testament to my aura of eroticism, perhaps?) There were baby fish scooting around everywhere, all the time. Problem was, grown-up fish see baby fish not as cuddly and sweet, but simply as food! So eventually, when it became clear that the fertility cycle of my tank was mysteriously neverending, I decided I was tired of watching the adult ones prey on the babies.
So I put in a breeding net, which is a very fine mesh stretched into a box shape that mounts on the inside rim of the tank. The top of the net is the only open side, so a pregnant mommy fish can be dropped in there and still enjoy the same water she’s used to. And the top of a breeding net butts right up against the tank lid when that lid is closed, to keep the babies secure from predation attempts of other tank denizens—including Mom herself, once she is removed shortly after their birth.
Now, the mommy fish I’m thinking about was a bright red one, pretty sizable for her breed. And of course, she had a suitor, a small black fellow. Who knew whether he was actually her baby daddy (see what I mean about femdom even in the fish world? I love the idea that perhaps they were a cuckold couple!), but he was absolutely devoted. Several times during the few days that I had her in the breeding net, I’d be surprised to find him in there with her. Which meant he’d had to wriggle between the net lip and the inside of the tank lid, every time! Yowza.
What really made it femdom, I thought, was the fact that Mama largely ignored him. Every move that boy fish made showed clearly that his red beauty was the center of his existence. He followed her within the net just as diligently as he followed her into it. Meanwhile, she just went about her business, acknowledging him only in that she’d sometimes make an obvious quick turn that seemed designed to lose him. And though I scooped him back out several times, he came back gamely for more. He knew his place was right by her side, and he even doggedly tried to engage in body worship—nudging up against her fins, tailing her so closely she often nearly whapped him in the nose when she made a quick turn. But I never got the feeling she felt harassed. She just gave off the aura of a lady to whom constant homage was being paid.
Thanks in part to you boys, I’ve gotten remarkably used to that feeling! But then again, I’ve always been a woman with men falling at her feet. And so I give a nod and a knowing wink to the memory of the Red Lady, my finniest femdom mentor.
Next post, back to shout-outs! Though meanwhile, if anyone wants to guess at the nature of my fish couple’s relationship, I’d be delighted to hear your thoughts…
July 31st, 2008 at 12:54 pm
That which initially inspires, attracts & entices us will
inevitably control, corrupt & contrain us .
August 8th, 2008 at 6:32 pm
Aww, astro. And are you feeling controlled, corrupted, and constrained, dear?