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.

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.

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 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.

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.

It is my opinion that women want good things for their men. In this regard a 'fem/dom' marriage is no different than any other. Yes, Jack is a slave, but he is happy and most content as a slave husband. Over the years I have learned when to pull the leash tight, and when to give him more running room. It is a balance, and I am not always right. It is never easy to understand a man. Often times they don't understand them selves. It is natural that men look to their wives for direction and guidance in life.

Most of you will find this treatment of Jack's day to be very boring. On work days he comes home directly from his job. He usually has a little job, duty, to do around the house. I cook dinner. He cleans up.

There is something about locking a man in a cage that brings out the emotions in people. For any women who wants to, or feels the need to establish a true 'fem/dom' marriage, the kennel is a wonderful tool. From my experience with Jack, there are other things that can work almost as well, but nothing has quite the same effect as the kennel.

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.

In this part of the blog I would like to talk about the feelings, and the doubts that came out of the visit with Jack in the coffee shop. By this time the anger over him seeing a dominatrix was gone. There was still a hurt in my heart because of the relationship with another women, but I also knew that with God's help, we would find a way to get over that.

This blog has a central message.

As the name of this posting implies, I felt somewhat guilty about allowing 'slave boy mike' to serve me. On one level it seamed that he should be serving his wife. On yet another level, I knew that his wife would not understand. On yet another level I felt sorry for this gentlemen just like anyone would for a lost puppy. Still, on yet another level, the thought occurred that it would be fun having an extra servant in and about the house. It was kinda like a guilty pleasure.

In some ways men seam to want the feeling that the wife is in control, but then they want to be the person pulling the strings. Remember the old expression, he who has the gold makes the rules. I think this is true in a marriage as well as in business.

In some ways the relationship between me and my husband, Jack, very much mirrors my earlier encounter with beer. At first blush I was completely turned off by the idea of a submissive man. To me it was crazy that a man would humiliate himself in front of a women, or be willing to live as her servant. It was sick. Somehow working with Kimberly I began to see submissive men in a slightly different light. It may have been different, but these were sweet men that meant no harm to anyone else. Then, thanks to Kimberly, I was introduced to a few very intelligent, everyday women, who were completely normal in every respect except that they bossed their men around. One of them is Sarah, I will mention here in the next posts.

As part of the message of this blog, young women need to understand that there is nothing wrong with being the head of household, or CEO of a major corporation. There is nothing 'un feminine' about being your husband's mistress as well as his lover. Quite to the contrary the world would be a better place if more men learned to kneel to their wives, and take orders from them on a daily basis.