Great topic. I hope more people post. Since we have been married a little over ten years and it has been Femdom almost the entire time there have been many wild nights. But if I had to pick one, it would be our secret wedding because of what it signified. In 2001 we rented a room in a dungeon. My wife dressed me in white-corset, stockings, heels. She wore a matching outfit in black. I began by getting on my knees and reciting my vows-our belief in female superiority, male obedience and slavery, etc. I then gave her a slave contract binding me to her for life and acknowledging-with a few agreed upon exclusions-her right to exercise absolute power. She then accepted me as her slave and told me for the rest of my life I would have no more important duty than serving her in a subservient manner. She then locked me into a slave collar, attached a leash and walked me on all fours as she explained she could make me into whatever she wanted. She would ocassionally stop in front of a mirror and say "See what I can make you do." She then locked me to a St Andrews cross and whipped me first with a flogger and then with a riding crop. Once she was satisfied that she had made her point that she enjoyed whipping me and that my pleas only spurred her on she allowed me to service her. Once satisfied, she had me lick her high heels as she relaxed. Then she locked me in a cage as she explained that I needed to realize this wasn't a game but rather that it was 24/7. She said she liked having power but she liked exercising it even more. When she released me from the cage she made me grovel before her. After about another 1/2 hour we were done. Both exhausted, we went home, took a nap and later that night went out for dinner.
I've been thinking about this. What a great question. I can't narrow it down to just one; it seems like I just flash back to the best night with each man I have ever dominated and what the most intense, 'edge pushing' night I had with him. And 'edges' vary depending on the man.
For some reason, the "night that blows my mind" when I just think about it, it's actually a VERY, very tame night, but it involved someone I had SO many fantasies about, the fact that he was surrendering to me - albeit in a very surreal way - was amazing. I keep wanting to write it into a story but I have been trying to gain some distance between when it happened and now, so I can have some perspective about it.
You know how everyone has (well, most people?) their "famous person" they want to dominate? It was something like that. But not really famous, just someone I'd had my eye on, and never thought it would happen, so I really had my "way with him" in fantasy. So when the opportunity came, I was a bit floored.
For me, a wild night or something mindblowing is so much a matter of timing, hunger, and satisfied need. If a man surrenders to me in a way that I feel he's truly sacrificed his ego or agenda for my lusts, I'm in heaven...
Akasha
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