This little long story, might not belong here, but I figured this is the best place to post it.
If it is or not a femdom story, judge for yourself, but it is a part of my life, so it is real.
I apologise in advance for any mistakes, but english is not my native language.
I am female 43 yo, I live in Europe, more precisely in Croatia. I am a widow and mother of two beautiful daughters. I am quite tall (178 cm), shoulder long brown hair, and consider myself a handsome woman. 7 years ago, my husband passed away due to cancer. It was a very tough time for me but I managed to survive all that, by concentrating on my children. I am a nurse and used to work in a state hospital, but two years ago I decided it is time for a change and job less stressful. So I still work as a nurse, but with private dermatology practice.
My kids got all grown up, and I felt it was time to meet someone, a man. So, few years aback, we had a patient, a guy in his forties just like me. He visited our practice twice a month, and every time he came around, took the opportunity to flirt with me.
After several visits, he invited me out and I accepted his invitation. I liked the guy from day one, he was very flirty, polite and somewhat introvert. We dated in a platonic way couple of times until I decided it was time for more.
Anyway, we have been together for two years before we broke up. I do not really know why we broke up, it just happened.
After few months of our dating, he confessed to me his femdom desires. Honestly, I was totally indifferent towards his confession, partially since I had no idea what he was talking about, and only thought he wanted to spice our sex life a bit, which to be honest, was not that spectacular. I tried playing a little, but that was all. Later on we broke up. I wasn't all broke up about it, just a bit sorry since he really is a "good guy".
Fast forward few weeks ago, I got a call from one of my oldest friends. She wanted to meet, have few drinks and chat, so on one Friday evening we went out. We grabbed some food, then hit a bar for chat and drinks. We did not see each other for some time, so had a lot to talk about.
At some point we began talking about relationships. She said she was in one, and that she has never been happier. She was telling me about her guy in general, and then she said how it was a femdom relationship. I was surprised but only a little, since I epughly knew what she was talking about, at least I thought I knew. Of course, what I thought I knew, was my perception of sexual playing between two of them, and so very wrong.
We parted our ways around midnight that day. After 3 days she messaged me if I wanted to come to her new place, to see the place, meet her partner and have cup of coffee. I said yes.
Fast forward two days ago, I rang the bell to her new apartment at 6:00 pm. She opened the door, let me in and began showing me around. Her man was not there, but was supposed to come in an hour or so. So after the tour of her rather large apartment, she made us some coffee and we sat in living room. Soon the door lock began to make clicking noises, and her partner arrived. He came straight to the living room, and then there was awkward silence. Her partner was and still is my ex.
We were both confused for a while, so my friend ask if we knew each other. Instantly, we both said yes. And then I explained that we were in a relationship, but it ended, and there was no reason any of us should feel weird. At least that's what I thought.
He sat with us, and took some coffee too.
But not long after that, she began ordering him around. First she told him to make some cold lemonade for all of us. When he returned, she told him to pick up and go wash our coffee cups. When he came back, she allowed him to have some lemonade, but soon after that, ordered him to take the trash out. When he was out, she asked me what do I think. I said it is all a bit funny to me, but still interesting and that I had no idea they "play" outside of bed. She gave me a serious glance and said, "yes but we do not play anything, we live it".
After that, my mind started racing...they live it? It was still not so  lightly comprehended by me.
When he got back from trash disposal, she indicated him to go to the kitchen, by just looking at him and by pointing her finger. And she followed him to the kitchen.
I heard them talking, well her mostly, but could not understand any of it.
She came back and sat by me. He followed, came very close to us and kneeled. "Our mutual friend here thinks we are playing some game", she continued having a shy grin in her face, "be a dear, and correct that for me". She leaned back, and rested on the sofa while waiting for his explanation. I saw that he was not at all comfortable with the whole situation so I said "maybe I should go now and leave to of you to have some fun". But she insisted I stay, then turned to him and said "we got nothing to hide, do we?
He never replied to that, instead he began with his explanation. 
"This is not a game, we do not play, we live this way. What makes me happy and fulfilled, is serving this gorgeous woman, my goddess, in any way she wishes". Now that was a really silent moment. She was looking at me with a proud posture, he was silent and in waiting of my reaction, and I was quite lost, not knowing what to say or do.
Then I calmly asked, "does anyone else know?" "No" she replied and I continued, "so he is your slave?" She burst into laughter and said, thru tears almost, "no silly he is my boyfriend...and whatever else I want him to be".
I left one hour later. And for the last four days, two questions has been really troubling me...
Was I wrong not taking the Domme role, thus now have what she has or maybe more? Or would that be a wrong move, wrong decision, thus now I'd maybe be in a relationship I would not like, so our breakup is the correct lifeline for me?
One thing I know, I will educate myself more, now that I have real thing a call away.