My Femdom Relationship

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.

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".

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.

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.

There are some conversations that you will remember all of your life. There are some events that I will never forget. Finding the panties in Jack's gym bag five years ago was one of those events that will stay with me forever.

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.

The guilty pleasure topic (which can be found here) generated more comments than I thought it would. There were also a number of negative comments, and that is fine. Most of the comments were well written, and well thought out. There were a few comments that were over the top.

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.

After some hesitation, I called. A man answered. There was no way I was going to ask to speak with Mistress Kimberly. I briefly explained to him that my husband had been seeing a lady by the name of Kimberly, and that I wished to speak with her. 

It all started when I wanted to do my husband Jack’s laundry. In his gym bag, I found a bunch of panties... for all I knew, they weren’t mine. I had no idea whose they were, but when he came home I asked him. It ended in a total breakdown, and finally, he admitted having visited a dominatrix. I had no idea what that even meant.