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.

I love to read the various blogs from submissive men that have appeared over the last couple of years. They are all looking for something. For some of them, the idea of submitting to a women is just a fantasy. There are others that really want the life of serving a female head of house.

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.

Most marriages are female led. The difference in a marriage, or a true WLM, is that the guy has acknowledged the wife's authority, and she has formally accepted her role as head of the house.

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.

Quite to the contrary he is professional person, and loves what he does. You all need to know that when it comes to his career, I am very supportive.

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.

I recently received a phone call from a young lady who got my name from a friend of Sarah. After briefly introducing herself, she came out and asked if I was interested in having a male slave. At first, I said 'excuse me, what'?

One of my favorite blogs is 'whatever she says'. In the profile, the writer states that in his opinion most marriages are female led. I agree with this statement. He goes on to say, however, that the difference in his marriage, or a true WLM, is that the guy has acknowledged the wife's authority, and she has formally accepted her role as head of the house.

In the last presidential elections, Jack and I went to vote. On the way out I asked Jack who he voted for. He answered "the way you instructed me to vote, mistress." That earned him a "good boy".

I learned early on that humiliation can be an effective way to keep the male ego under control. It is amazing the power that simple things, like women's underwear has on a man. It is both the act of buying the underwear, and wearing it.

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.

For a great many couples the 'fem/dom' relationship never develops beyond a game. If they enjoy it, if it helps them meet their every day needs, there is nothing wrong with this. For many couples there is a need to go beyond the role playing or the game type relationship. For some men, such as Jack, there is deep seeded need to live under the authority a women.

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.

One of the mistakes I made with Jack is spending too much time 'watching' him, and too little time 'watching over' him.  When Jack first came back to the house, I set up an elaborate system of controls. I wanted to make sure I knew where Jack was at all times. He was not allowed to leave the house without permission, never at night unless accompanied, and he had no access to money. The accounts; checking, savings, and credit cards were all put in my name.