“Do you believe in female supremacy?” Lia asked, genuinely curious what Dylan’s answer might be. “Yes,” he responded. And then he was silent, just looking at her, appearing as though he was waiting for her next question. What surprised her was not his answer, but the brevity of it. Dylan was, of all the sub-males she had ever known, definitely the most verbose. He rarely gave one-word replies, and it was far more likely that she had to tell him to shut the hell up than prod him to elaborate. He could talk, and he could bare himself to her, which she really appreciated. Too many men know how to grunt, and not much else. They bored her. Dylan, however, fascinated her. “Tell me about the first time you were dominated by a woman,” she said. “Tell me how you came to learn to submit.” Dylan thought for a moment. “Won’t it make you feel jealous to hear stories about other women?” he asked. Lia laughed. “If I thought for a moment that I had anything to be concerned about as far as you and other women, then I would not be the extraordinarily dominant woman that I am. Don’t worry, Dylan, I like hearing stories about other women before me. It generally reminds me of what is so unique about myself. “OK,” he began, “but I have to tell you that this story is not going to go how you think it’s going to go. It is unusual, I think, so you will need to be patient. I apologize for that. But I think that it’s interesting, because it is not what you might expect.” “I am so expecting what I don’t expect,” Lia replied with a smile. Female Supremacy follows the conversation between a Dominant Female and her male submissive, in which she compels him tell how he came to be so perfectly submissive to her.