Warning: Long

In middle school I (M26) had a group of girl friends that rode my bus route. The two “leaders” were cute, popular, confident, and close friends. We’d sit 3 to a seat and talk nonstop until realizing it was my stop. Others seated near were usually in the convo as we were inclusive, but these two I gave additional attention. I got in the habit of asking them for feedback and advice, and when they disagreed on the solution the competitive nature in each led to high-key “pick me”. I think I dated one of them for a brief period later but there was never selfish “he’s mine” as it wasn’t like that… more like “ha ha he agrees with me”.

I don’t remember the first time but one day someone called me “maxi-pad” (as my name is you guessed it). Immediately them and other girls burst out laughing, seemingly realizing they’d struck gold. Better yet I was unaware what it was and why it was funny (they loved that) and I somehow came to learn the meaning.

Details of it’s development are fuzzy but calling me over with “Maxy!” in a dog voice or “Maxi-pad” like I was a baby became somewhat of a norm. I’d pretend I was annoyed or embarrassed (sometimes real) while they beckoned me to the girl circle. It is crucial to note I was usually rewarded with hugs and cheek tugs “aw” or “you like it”. In those years it never lost it’s charm. Girls that didn’t know the nickname would be there and they’d say “watch this” etc. Que not listening every time

I started to protest in a way that was probably clear as day an act. “That’s not my name!” “I’m not a dog/baby!” “Don’t say that outloud!” middle school guidelines meant it was somewhat of a swear word so they weren’t shouting it all the time because teachers. Although very much focused on playing it up and their reactions I’d throw something akin to a “princess protest” arms crossed no movement.

Disregard me and go back to their talk? Not once I had the center of attention! commence cat and mouse game Best possible response was “don’t make us come over there”. And with that, it’s game over. Anxious yet excited the dance would continue until I gave in and “came” (which I HAD to do more than 1/2 the time) or they’d come touch me (big excites!). They’d “punish” me by really playing up the voice inflection, “aw what’s wrong you poor thing (ish)”, and best of all…overpowering me. Can’t pull 2,3,more off you - strength in numbers. At the same time they really cared, I’ve never felt safer than in the middle of a group hug.

‘‘Twas many years later I formally learned of femdom and oh how I crave it in a group setting with loving intention. I remembered how happy I was as a lad getting teased by the girls. A beautiful mind game. My best concept of heaven, heaven heaven. I’ve been there and once I make it back, I’ll never leave. As Uzi said “the best feeling in the world.”

It seems like women of this variety are epic-level rarity. How can I best express my need? What are good questions to ask to women (who might initially be like wtf but could find being a mommy trumps all) to gauge interest? Thanks for listening ❤️.