My Femdom Relationship

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.

It was one of those special days. It was like my wedding day, one of those days I will remember for ever. Jack followed me home from the coffee shop. He was nervous, so was I. We both understood that from that point on our relationship would be very different than it had been in the past. I had doubts. Could I really be the mistress/wife, could I be the dominatrix that my husband needed. In general, I knew what had to be done, but doing it was something else. As we walked into the house I took a deep breath.

For any relationship to work, each of the participants must have some responsibilities. They must have a certain role. In our marriage, Jack and I had a relationship, and in the twenty plus years we had been married those responsibilities were well defined. We didn't need to talk about our mutual roles, because it was just there. We knew how to act with each other. We knew what to expect from each other. It was very comfortable, just like an old shoe.

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.