My Femdom Relationship

For Christmas Jack managed to buy me a beautiful set of diamond ear rings. Jack is a good provider and a very sweet man. The fact that he is submissive makes him a better, more loving husband. A loving, submissive man is truly a gift from God. No matter what happens they tend to put the needs of their spouse above their own. Don't ask me how Jack had enough money to buy the ear rings, I don't know and don't care. I love wearing them.

When I started to write I was thinking about the importance of friendships to the dominant wife. It is very hard to make the transition from wife to mistress on your own. Kimberly introduced me to a lady that she had worked with the previous year. This lady and her husband had going to see Kimberly as a couple. In tern this lady introduced me to a small group of women who dominated their husbands to a greater or lessor degree.

I want Jack to think of me as the women who owns him, and I want him to have a real and honest respect for my authority over him.

If you have read earlier posting, you know that the first visit with Jack's dominatrix was an eye opening experience. I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard. Well, I thought to myself, Caroline you're not in Kansas anymore. A few days later the phone rang. It was Kimberly. Without hesitation she asked would I like to spend Saturday with her?

The drive back from Kimberly's condo took over an hour. I had to cross the long bridge that connects the lake north of the city. Fortunately traffic was light, and I enjoyed the time alone with my thoughts. It was nice to have the time to think about all of the things I saw and heard in the visit. It was like a curtain had been lifted, and all of a sudden, I could see a completely different world that existed next to me, but never knew anything about.

With my daughter's visit; I have a lot of thoughts. We had a very nice visit with her and our future son in law this weekend. A few minutes ago they finished packing up the car and left for Atlanta.

The first year of our 'fem/dom' marriage was by far the most difficult. On some level Jack wanted to submit, he wanted me to be in charge, but it was a roller coaster of emotions.

Although I kept Jack out of the house for several weeks, we talked on the phone every couple of days. Jack would call to say hello, to see how things were going, and to see if I needed anything. I told him that I had spent time with Kimberly. He was obviously nervous with the thought of me visiting his former dominatrix. He also understood that if he ever wanted to return home, it was best that he never talk to this women again.

For a 'fem/dom' relationship to work there needs to be a very serious commitment between the husband and the wife. Without this type of commitment the relationship turns into a game or simple role playing. For many couples there is nothing wrong with this. However, for those couples that truly desire to live the 'fem/dom' lifestyle, a sense commitment is extremely important.

When I discovered that Jack had been paying money to see a dominatrix, it was like my whole world came crashing down. At that moment I didn't want anything to do with him. Aside from the simple idea that he was paying money for sexual services of some kind, it was money that we needed for our family.

The things that work for my guy may not work for every man. It is true that I do not use a whip on Jack. I know women that do. I have corresponded with a women who uses a wire hanger of soughs on her guy. From what I can gather she will use it once or twice and throw it away. The advantage over a whip is that if someone happens to see the wire, they think nothing of it.

Thank all of you who were kind enough to make comments and ask questions. While the questions pertain to different things, there is one question that repeatably comes to me. If I had not found the panties in the gym bag, or if Jack did not have a relationship with a dominatrix, but simply told me of his need for submission, would I have become his mistress.

As I walked out of the coffee shop, I knew it was time to let Jack come home. If you have been reading the blog, you know that we had a difficult, but very frank conversation. While most of the feelings of anger had passed, I still felt a very real sense of hurt and betrayal. At lest by now I did know enough about dominance, submission, and things in between that I could have an intelligent conversation with Jack.

I love holidays. Each of them is special in their own way. For Jack and I the 4th is about friends, less about family than Christmas or Easter.

As I walked up to the cafe door where Jack was standing, I noticed his eyes glancing down to my legs. It had been years since I wore a skirt as short as this. It was not what you would call a 'whore' skirt, but it was short. Complimented with the boots, the outfit did get Jack's attention. That is exactly what I wanted it to do.

It was one of those days I will always remember. It was the last time I walked out of the door of Kimberly's studio. It was a hot, rainy day. Kimberly had one of her submissive males take an umbrella, and walk with me to the car. He had been trained by Kimberly on how to hold an umbrella for a lady; walk just a small half step behind making sure she was always covered. He knew to open the car door, do a curtsy, and not say a word unless spoken to. Kimberly knew how to train men!

This blog has a central message.

To all of you who have visited my blog, thank you very much. A special 'thank you' to those who were kind enough to leave a comment. It is nice to have positive comments. Since most of the people who follow blogs are men, I doubted that my little blog would get much attention. My writing style is so different than what men appear to like. Also, in this blog, the discussion will focus on relationships and feelings. These are topics which men normally like to stay away from.

Jack and I started our 'fem/dom' marriage after our children were away from home. The kennel, used when Jack came home, lasted until our son came home from college for the first time. There was no way I wanted him to see it in our house. This was something I did not want to share with him or any other family member.

This morning I received an email from a lady. She criticised me for referring to my husband as a slave. Words do have power, and convey meaning. To her the term slavery had a barbaric meaning that has no place in a marriage.