dominant wife – Page 9 – Contemplating the divine

Her opinion matters

It does – like many other men, I discovered early on in married life how much pain can be caused by not listening carefully enough to my partner’s concerns.

Hmm. It’s hardly surprising they don’t send her the best boys they have, if she keeps on breaking them. But I don’t want to be the one to tell her that.

Unnecessary rudeness can leave such a nasty taste in the mouth.

Mistress wants her slave to put his clothes back on – quietly now! – tiptoe off to the dungeon door and silently fuck off. There’s a good boy.

It’s good they’re all labelled because the faces usually get a bit messed up and hard to recognise, particularly those who were married when they arrived.

Try not to judge her too harshly. He is very annoying.

Her husband, her rules

She doesn’t need any limits, so why would you?

Actually, the disciplinary spankings can also be part of a healthy, active sex life, as long as it’s understood that it’s not yours.

It’s a day to express gratitude, so don’t forget to do that. Oh – and to count, too.

Don’t worry: ‘the good bit’ goes on for a long time.

When she says she ‘doesn’t believe a word of it’ she means the story, obviously. She fully agrees with the statement that was actually tattooed on.

Blonde justice

And if she gets what she wants, you might get what you want. Or you might not.

Erm… oh, I’ve got one! “What do you say to a blonde disciplinarian with a tawse when you’re strapped across her ~~ugly whipping bench~~ vaulting horse? Nothing: you just scream and cry out hysterically in between gasps for breath!” Well… she finds it funny. Mildly amusing, anyway.

She doesn’t want to, and yet…

Don’t worry – she’s very imaginative, so it’s only going to be on the rarest occasions that you’ll have to fall back on the boring old trope of male ejaculation.

I’d expected this was going to lead to an uncomfortable conversation but it seems she’s decided to skip the conversation part.

Begging her pardon

Like many submissive husbands, I have a lot of uncomfortable conversations. Apparently it’s good for me, though, so I can’t complain.

Don’t say anything to make her think less of you, as she takes her leave of you – she is trying very hard to keep her vow to love you until death do you part.

The younger generation of female supremacists are less militant, more comfortable in their dealings with the opposite and inferior sex. I think that’s great.

Can’t you tell she’s tired?

Actually, she does rather mind but she’s too kind-hearted to refuse her.

Missgoverned

Just so there’s no misunderstanding.

Oh dear. I hope she gets over the embarrassment quickly.

Don’t worry about the whip – her aim’s terrible when she’s a bit sloshed, so you should be fine.

Her colleague Tanya’s not quite so talkative – but don’t worry, she’ll look after you.

This just gets better and better – first bondage, now she’s phoning a sexy friend and by the sound of it roast turkey when you’ve finished! And people worry about going off for bondage scenes with complete strangers.

Romantic disdain

Women… sometimes they want you to scream hysterically, cry and beg for mercy, sometimes it’s just ‘annoying’. My SO gave me 24 hard strokes with the cane yesterday and when I started shrieking and pleading frantically (on or maybe just before stroke number two, if I recall correctly) she told me she was ‘just not in the mood’. I mean, at that point I was committed, you know? It’s a physical thing for us guys… can’t just switch it off.

The frightening – truly terrifying – thing about assisting with any kind of competitive sport in OWK is that one of the Ladies has to lose. They often don’t take it with good grace, you know.

Needless to say, inflicting this sort of public BDSM play on passing strangers is not OK. And even worse when it’s in front of members of your family, as here.

The customer is always right.

The gimp hoods are going on in the later, private ceremony. When you and flappy-ears take your real vows.

Lady drivers

What sixth sense is it that tells me that when Cindy finally gets the rock of her dreams, she’s going to want it put right back where it came from?

It’s her way of coping with grief. Don’t worry, she got plenty of cock on the second night of her marriage, though.

You know you’re going to be in good hands.

He was right about one thing: one minute did indeed turn out to be more than was really needed.

If you’re wondering how she intends to tackle the awesome responsibility of deciding who stays and who ends up in the bin-liner, she – oh, she already decided apparently. But I’m sure she gave it a lot of thought – you know, just very quickly.

Docility

“the fact or quality of being easily handled, managed, or led; meek and unquestioning obedience or compliance”

Obviously. Let’s hope Jennie’s getting better at it, now she’s onto her fourth try.

It’s one of those logical impossibilities – you know, like ‘a man saying “all men are lying, cheating bastards'”. Male philosophers used to debate these things endlessly, but I understand they are kept busy with more important, practical tasks these days.

I don’t think he objects to being inside the couch, it’s more that he was expecting to be alone in there.

Mrs Elton’s a good neighbour, anyway – happy to pop round and help out whenever your wife needs a hand.

Topping from the bottom can take many forms – all equally objectionable. When my SO plays with me, for instance, there’s often a very fine line between “pleading frantically for mercy through the screams” – which she enjoys – and “expressing an opinion on when she should stop hitting me”, which she dislikes intensely.

This is the lovely Vinyl Queen, who is in the lucky position of never having experienced the unpleasantness that is Servitor in session and is relatively unlikely to move to Edinburgh, being based as she is in San Francisco. Her other interest is gardening.

Loving tyranny

But if we’re going to have a talk then surely I shouldn’t be wearing a gag? I don’t think she’s thought this through.

After the war, those that survived the mission never spoke about what they went through. They did their duty, that’s all anyone needs to know.

My SO is almost like a human lie detector. When I know I’ve done something wrong and she questions me about it, my heart starts racing and I go into a cold sweat.

My SO loves acting out teasing and denial fantasies. Admittedly, we’ve only tried it once but it’s going very, very well.

It’s her book club choice, so the house’ll be full of her friends eager to discuss it, at the weekend. Better get the drinks and nibbles in.

Permissive society

Contrary to what many people ill-informed about femdom relationships might imagine, I am not oppressed by my SO, in fact she actually makes a point of bestowing small freedoms on me. For example, she grants me a financial allowance out of my earnings, quite frequently permits me to speak as long as that privilege is not abused and even (speaking of abuse) permits occasional sexual release. I’m very lucky that way, as I often find myself compelled to tell her.

Like many submissive men, I find arguing with my SO can make me feel quite uncomfortable – sometimes immediately, sometimes over an extended period of time.

It’s the dreading that’s the worst part, I understand.

Whatevs.

Teasing and denial.

It’s the little things in a relationship that really define it.