My Femdom Relationship

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.

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.

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.

This is an issue I have given a great deal of thought to, but frankly, don't have the answers. Based on many of comments and emails, I have the feeling that there are a large number of couples that would like to have a true 'fem/dom' marriage. The problem is that the wife is never able to obtain true authority over her husband. The 'fem/dom' arrangement remains a game, an on and off thing depending on every ones mood of the day.

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.