Proper Discipline

My Princess is really embracing her role as Femdom Bitch Princess Wife now.  Even when I'm not really in the mood for it, which I suppose is exactly the point really.

Last night when I was cooking I had the nerve to complain that she'd left a load of her stuff all over the worktop and it was in my way.

"Are you being cheeky with me?" she asked, in exactly the tone you would use when addressing a 3-year old.

"I'm just saying, this is not the place for all this stuff."  I replied, irritated.

"Ah-ah.  Remember what we said about answering back."  Not a hint of recognition that she had even heard my legitimate complaint.

"Ok, it's just that it's annoying when it's all over the place when I'm trying to cook, that's all." I pleaded.

"Right, that's enough.  Get down" she ordered, turning to face me, face like stone, pointing at the floor in front of her feet.

So, despite being busy and not really in the sub-mood, I did as I was told and knelt in front of her.  Within seconds I was gripped with the urge to serve and obey, like she'd cast a spell over me.

"I am sorry, Beautiful.  Sorry for answering back.  I love you.  Please may I kiss your feet?"  This sounded really wimpy and pathetic.  Ten seconds ago I had been assertive and normal!

"You're lucky.  That was close wasn't it?" referring to the fact that, had I continued to protest, we would have fallen out seriously and I would be sleeping alone tonight and denied any pleasures like massaging or moisturising my Princess' gorgeous legs and feet.

"Yes, I'm sorry.  Thank you."  I offered, bending until my face was nearly touching the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.  I began kissing the tops of her feet.

I continued to kiss her feet and calves for around ten minutes until she told me to continue cooking.

I don't think she's fully forgiven me yet for complaining to her and answering back.  This morning when I asked if I could please moisturise her legs after her shower, she replied "Do it whilst I brush my teeth.  Save time".  Very short and snappy.  So I knelt behind her, grovelling and telling her how beautiful she is whilst applying lotion to her smooth calves and thighs.  Occasionally sneaking a cheeky kiss of her ass.  This is the kind of punishment I can cope with, I thought!  Every time I do this lately I stick my face slightly further into her ass crack and kiss her.  I'm hoping one day to be able to kiss her perfect asshole as part of my regular worship.  I'm pretty sure she bent forward slightly this morning when I did it.

This story may not sound that remarkable if you've read much Femdom fiction, but in real life, to be treated like this, and to be controlled and manipulated so completely and so easily by a beautiful and confident woman is quite something.

My Princess is well and truly in control.

We are going out together tonight on a night out organised by her colleagues.  I am simultaneously dreading and looking forward to seeing how this new found confidence manifests itself in a social setting...

A New Solution to Arguments - Stop, Kneel, Grovel and Apologise!

Yesterday morning over breakfast, I asked my Princess (very politely) if I could go out for a few drinks with my friends who were all going to a bar last night.  She didn't exactly point-blank refuse but she did mention the fact that we have a few social engagements coming up soon, and we're also saving up for x, y and z (details not important), so things are a bit tight at the moment, financially.  Basically, Princess made it clear that she would prefer me not to go out drinking.

Instead of just accepting this like a good submissive husband, for some reason I allowed my residual "inner real-man" to do the talking.  I pointed out that she had been out a few times recently, and that I haven't seen any of my friends for months.

Princess then said that it was fine for me to go out, but her demeanor and body language said the exact opposite.  What followed was a fairly tense discussion/argument ending with her insisting that it was fine (whilst making it abundantly clear that it was anything but) and me sticking to my guns.  

"Don't bother making me that coffee" she said as she walked upstairs.

The atmosphere had changed significantly in a matter of minutes.  I knew that when Princess got pissed off with me like this, it takes days or sometimes weeks to get back into her good books.  

At this point I had a brainwave, or perhaps my submissive side (perversely) managed to wrest control from my ego.  Either way I realised that I had a choice.  Either I carry on pushing for what I want and get a night out with my friends but at great cost to household happiness, or I just give up on the idea of seeing my friends and instead grovel, apologise for my behaviour/attitude and strive to get back into Princess' good books as quickly as possible.

I chose the latter option.  

I went upstairs to where Princess was brushing her teeth.  She was wearing a towel and looked as beautiful as she always did, so what I was about to do didn't really require any willpower at all.

I knelt behind her, leaned forwards and kissed her cute little foot.  I said that I was sorry and that she was right.  Then I said sorry again, and kissed her foot again, and the her other foot.  I asked if I could moisturise her legs as I could tell that she hadn't done it herself.  Moisturising her legs whilst she brushed her teeth is now as much a part of my morning routine as getting dressed, so she probably hadn't even considered it.

Image: footworshipslaves.com

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She said that, yes, I could moisturise her, so I ran and got the cream.  When I came back I re-assumed the submissive pose behind her and kissed her feet some more and said I was sorry a few more times.  Then I rubbed the cream into her gorgeous legs and sneaked a few kisses of her amazing ass (getting as close to her crack as I dared).  When she had finished brushing her teeth an interesting thing happened.

Princess kind of patted me on the head.  It was a half-pat, half-hair tousle.  As she did it, she said "Well rescued".

I then rose, kissed her shoulders a few times and told her she was very, very beautiful.  I apologised, yet again (probably around a dozen sorry's by now) and said "Thanks".  Thanks for letting me back in. for allowing me to touch you, for forgiving me, for being beautiful, for being so understanding despite my temporary un-submissiveness.

I did as much as I possibly could around the house after that - hoovering, washing etc.  That little pat on the head had really energised me!  So patronising!  So confident!  So knowing!

So yeah, that's how she dominates me now.  Not through any kind of embarrassing role-play, not with any "Mistress blah blah", not with any whips, cock-locks or the like, nope, not my Princess.  She does it through a subtle and confident show of her power over me.  She shows me, as soon as I misbehave, exactly how cold and frosty she will be if I continue that kind of behaviour.  She gives me the cold shoulder, immediately, and I know, immediately, that the atmosphere in our home will remain unbearably tense and unpleasant until I correct my behaviour and take steps to redeem myself through submission and apologetic begging.

There really is no choice for me now.  As soon as I attempt to break away from this submissive role that I desired for so long, then I am pretty much told to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness for even thinking that I could assert any kind of power in this house.

I am a slave to a femdom wife, every bit as much as a birdlocked guy with a femdom bitch wife in PVC.  I have no more autonomy, no more say or power than that guy.  If I had to choose one or the other, I would chose it this way now, because this is the way that Princess has chosen.  The whips and chains were not her style, but this, most definitely is.  So obviously I would go along with whatever Princess desires.

I have grovelled and apologised so much for my behaviour yesterday and today that Princess says I can bath and massage her tonight.  I am so lucky!

There's Been Some Ups and Downs... But Things are GOOOOOOD!!!

Wow, has it really been over a year since that last post?  Time flies alarmingly quickly.

There's been too much going on over the last year to fill you in on all of it, suffice to say I'm still submissive and obedient. 

I had a major lapse this year, lasting several months.  During this time I told my Princess that I would prefer the relationship to be more normal, balanced and equal.  This just did not work, at all.  I really don't know what I was thinking, why I felt that way, or what I hoped to achieve.  It ended up with my Princess being quite upset and feeling unloved and unappreciated.  The whole relationship became quite unhappy with neither of us getting much out of it.

Eventually, and quite recently, we sat down and my Princess basically told me she needs to be "adored" and preferred things how they were.

So although it was quite an unpleasant experience to go through, I think something positive has come out of it - that I now know that, not only does my Princess find my submission and obedience acceptable (i.e not weird or creepy) , but that she actually needs me to behave this way, and in fact the marriage simply cannot function on any other footing.

So, from a starting point a couple of years back when we were both equal in the relationship and I harboured secret thoughts of submission but worried that Princess would find these fantasies unacceptable, we now find ourselves in a situation where, even when I try to rebel and escape from submission, I am literally forced back into it in order to avoid the marriage falling apart completely!

This is really quite a major thing for me, because one of the reasons I went off the whole FLR thing was that I suspected I was topping from the bottom; that is, coercing my wife into letting me be submissive against her natural instincts or desires, which isn't really what you want as a sub is it?  It's not what I wanted anyway - I wanted to feel that I was being properly dominated and ruled over by a strong and confident woman who simply wouldn't have it any other way.  Voila!  That's what I've got!

So we are now only a couple of weeks into this new and mutually agreeable level of FLR but it already feels less phoney and less like role-play.  When I massaged her feet last night whilst she watched TV, it felt completely natural.  When I knelt behind her this morning and moisturised her legs and kissed her gorgeous ass whilst she brushed her teeth, I didn't feel like I was pushing any kind of limits of normal acceptable behaviour; I felt like I was adoring her, just like she wants, just like she asked.  Just like she demands!

It feels good to be back.  More to follow...

A Little Present For Me

When I returned from my business trip this morning, my Princess told me she had a little present for me and asked me to shut my eyes whilst she got it out.

"Ok, you can open them now" she said after a few seconds.

Upon opening my eyes I could see that she had bought herself a very sexy pair of nude patent platform heels with a peep-toe.

That was a present for me!  She's really getting the hang of this.

I got down on my knees and helped her into them.  She looked outrageously sexy; the curves of her calves are beautifully accentuated by the position heels put her legs in.  The heels are very very high, but the platform makes them feel slightly lower, making them easier to walk in.

After helping her back into her normal shoes, I cleaned the new heels, peeled off the sole stickers and put them away for her.  My heart was pounding but I managed to thank her for the gift.

I imagine she will wear these new shoes out with friends and I will be the chauffeur.

Maybe she will even let me do this one day:

(I saw this image on the sherulestherooster blog by the way.  Nice isn't it?)

Princess at the Gym with her Guilty Pleasure

As I type, my beautiful fiancée is at the gym with her ''guilty pleasure'' Nathan. He had a much better body than mine and she has made no secret of her feelings towards him. He and I both know she fancies him.  She has left me a list of chores to complete before she returns, including vaccuuming, washing, ironing, mopping and cleaning the bathroom.

She is so beautiful and I am so lucky to have the chance to work like this for such a special, confident woman. I hope she is enjoying her time with Nathan. Must stop writing now as I have things to do and I want her to see how hard I have worked whist she has been out enjoying herself.

Hopefully I will have time to do some shopping and cooking too.  If she is really pleased with how much work I have done then maybe I will get to bath and massage her...

My Princess Has Found a New Partner

A new gym partner, that is.

As of this week, she has started going to the gym with Nathan, her self-confessed "guilty pleasure".

This means:

a) Nathan will get to see Emma up close, in all sorts of positions, in sexy, skin-tight gym-wear.

b) Emma will get a good look at Nathan's impressive physique.

c) They will be able to flirt without me to cramp their style.

d) A boundary has been crossed - they are now happy to do things without me.

e) Emma feels confident and in control enough to sideline me in favour of someone she has already told me she fancies.

All good.

Next, this:

Showing Off my Princess on a Nudist Beach

Princess Emma and I are due to go to Italy for a week soon, and apparently there is a nudist beach not far from where we are staying.  Emma really wants to go there... so we will be going there!

I am loving the idea of her showing off her incredible body, perfect skin and shaven pussy.  I expect to be spending a lot of time applying sun cream, fetching drinks, maybe kissing her feet.  I expect her to be spending a lot of time reading, ignoring me and checking out the naked men.

I actually had a (quite far-fetched) dream about it last night...

A hot, lazy day at the beach, the waves crashing in the distance.  Emma was laying on her front, reading, as I was rubbing sun cream into the backs of her legs, her ass and her back.  Two Italian guys came over and just sat next to us.  They were good looking, well built and tanned.  They were also pretty well endowed.  At first, Emma shyly grabbed a towel to cover herself as she sat up, but after a few minutes, as she turned to put her book down, she let the towel drop onto her lap.  Conversation flowed pretty well; they were genuinely charming and funny and Emma clearly liked them.  There was definite, instant chemistry between them, with some very intense looks and way too much eye contact to be mistaken for anything but flirting.  What I found quite telling was that she grabbed the towel from her lap and rubbed her already dry hair with it before putting the towel down on the sand next to her instead of back on her lap.  Her whole body was now exposed.  She then lay back on her elbows so as to allow a good view of her perfect, neat, shaven pussy to the guys, who were both sat around her feet.

"Who don't you go and wait in the hotel, love?"  she said, without even looking at me.  I was quite taken aback at the lack of any pretence.  Not even any subtlety like "Maybe you could go for a swim".  Just a blatant order couched in the form of a question.

"Ok Princess.  I love you" I said, bending into a grovelling position to kiss her hand.  As I stood up to walk off, the two guys repositioned themselves, one either side of her.  Then I walked off along the otherwise deserted beach.

I allowed myself only one glance backwards and saw my Princess kissing one guy as the other one fingered her and kissed her breast.  I wondered how many tourists they get to do this with, or whether they normally just walk along the beach perving and Emma was the one and only tourist they simply couldn't resist.  Either way I felt proud of my Princess, her beauty, her confidence, her easy control over me.  I love her so much and I love to see her aroused and excited like this.  I bet she'll suck them both off too.  She hasn't sucked my cock in years...

Back at the hotel I tidied up the mess we'd made from our hasty unpacking.  I made sure the place was spotless and all of Emma's clothes were perfectly folded or hung.  I didn't know whether she would want a bath or a shower when she returned, so I ran a bath just in case, to give her the option.

When I eventually heard a knock at the door, I could see through the spy hole that Emma was alone.  I got down on my knees as I opened the door, and kissed her sandy feet as soon as she stepped in.  "Thank you" I said, although it wasn't clear whether I was thanking her for allowing me to kiss her feet, for returning home, for sending me away as she played with the Italian guys, or what.

She went into the bedroom and slumped onto the bed.

"I need to think about what just happened" she said.  This sounded ominous.  Serious.

"Ok Princess. Are you ok?" I asked, kneeling next to the bed and stroking her hair.

"Oh yes.  I'm definitely ok.  Better than that.  I am very, very happy.  That was a lovely day.  What I meant was, I need to think about what just happened."  I only twigged what she meant as she started to finger herself as she said think.  She wanted to re-live the experience, and closed her eyes as she began to work on herself.

"Please.  Can I help?"  I asked, a bit too pleadingly.

"I suppose so" she sighed, moving her hand aside.

I knelt on the bed and went to work, lovingly kissing her pussy, licking and loving it and her, drifting off into a world of servile bliss.  She tasted different to normal and I think I knew why.  As I gazed occasionally up at her gorgeous face, ecstatic, framed from this angle between her reddened breasts, I wondered whether this fresh new humiliation featured in her current thoughts.  Getting me to clean her after her infidelity; was that a new turn-on for her?

After she came twice she rolled over and I adoringly kissed her ass as she dozed off.  My hard on refused to subside and sleep was impossible...

For the rest of the holiday I would faithfully follow my Princess around, kiss her adoringly, rub sun cream in frequently, run around getting her drinks, buying her little presents in the tourist shops, pamper her wherever possible, massage her and give her countless orgasms as she remembered her fun on the beach...

A Perfect Night of Pampering

Last night was amazing.  We didn't actually do anything new, but all the usual things just seemed very natural and un-forced.

After making her dinner and washing up, I ran her a bath, poured her some wine and lit some candles.  In the bath I spent ten minutes kneeling beside her, washing her hair and massaging her scalp as she arched her back in pleasure.  I then took a further ten minutes stroking conditioner into her smooth, glossy locks.  After rinsing her hair thoroughly I exfoliated her entire body with the shower sponge, even gently washing her face; an action that seemed like pure worship since it would have been far easier for her to do.  I adoringly cleaned around her big beautiful eyes, her tiny nose and her full, feminine lips.  Each finger and toe also received its due amount of attention.  

Next I shaved her legs and armpits with a new blade, taking my time to do a perfect job with absolutely no hair remaining and definitely no nicks.  I then asked if I could shave her pussy.  She allowed it, and I took great care in meticulously shaving around such a delicate area.  I had to control myself as I felt at times like I was going to come in my pants, and my breathing kept becoming suspiciously heavy.  I asked her if she was happy with the results and thankfully she was, which is great as it means this may become a standard part of our routine rather than just a special treat that she can do better.

I gathered up the clothes that she'd thrown on the bathroom floor, folded them neatly and put them away, then I fetched her a bath towel and a smaller towel for her hair.  I lifted her out of the bath and. whilst drying her feet I noticed that the nail varnish I had applied last week had chipped.  Kneeling at her feet, dabbing her toes with a towel. I asked if I could re-apply it.  "You'll have to take it off first" she said, and I replied that I would love to.  Whilst she wandered off to the bedroom, I got into the bath to bathe in her dirt, hair and dead skin.

I only had round two minutes' pleasure in my Princess' dirt though as I couldn't wait to moisturise her and get to work on her toenails.  After pulling the plug and cleaning up the puddles she had left on the bathroom floor, I quickly cleaned the bath and joined her in the bedroom.  She was laying on the bed on her laptop and I started smearing body lotion on her calves.

"It's easier for you to do my legs if I stand up isn't it?" she asked.  I replied that it was up to her, and that she looked comfortable where she was.  She stood up anyway though, and moved the laptop to the edge of the bed, bending over to type.  This meant that I was kneeling on the floor with her ass inches from my face.  Of course I couldn't resist planting a few adoring kisses on her peach-like bottom as I rubbed the cream into her legs.  My balls were aching like crazy by this point and there was a wet patch in my pants where so much pre-cum had oozed out.  I paid particular attention to the tops of her feet and her toes as I was worried that they were looking paler than her legs.  I did this part in a full-on grovelling position, face almost on the floor as she tapped away on Facebook.

I continued moisturising the front of her body, rubbing cream into her crotch and breasts like some kind of sexless assistant.  Once her front was all done, she was able to lay face down on a towel on the bed again.  As she continued to do something on Facebook that I have no business knowing, I lovingly applied the lotion all over her back, neck and shoulders, and told her that she is unbelievably sexy and fit looking.  She did not respond or thank me in any way.

"Please can I do your toenails?" I asked.  Her only response was to roll onto her side, feet dangling off the bed, fingers still tapping away on the laptop.  I then had to search frantically for the nail polish remover and cotton-wool.  I was worried that she would tell me not to bother if it looked like too much hassle, but luckily I found them in time and knelt at her feet.

I can't remember whether I have ever removed her nail polish before, but it was very enjoyable.  Once every toenail was perfectly clean I wiped them over and began to apply the red varnish.  I really wanted to ensure that I did this perfectly and had to struggle to steady my hands and control my breathing.  Occasionally I would pass her her wine and then take it back after she had taken a sip.

Eventually I finished.  It had taken the best part of two hours to pamper my Princess in this way, and it was two of the best hours of my life.  As I tidied away the lotion and nail products, Princess Emma offered not a single word of acknowledgement or thanks.  Perfect.  "Have I got clean clothes for work in the morning?" she asked.  Better than perfect.  After all that, she is now making sure that I have cleaned and ironed her clothes.  Fortunately I had, so I fetched them from her wardrobe and hung them on the handle for her.

For the rest of the night we snuggled on the sofa watching films as I stroked her hair, and this morning I woke extra early to make her a cup of tea.  I brushed her hair as she checked some things on the laptop.  Today I have been doing chores all day.  Things are pretty good at the moment,

A Whole Day's Obedience Just to Kiss Her Feet

On Saturday I kissed my beautiful Princess on the lips and then went to kiss her neck, but she recoiled.  "No! You are only allowed to kiss my face.  You have been so tired and disinterested following last week's orgasm and this is your punishment" she said.

I asked her what I have to do to be allowed to kiss more than just her face.  I suggested all of the hoovering, mopping, washing and bathroom cleaning, and she agreed.  

"What will I be allowed to kiss once I have done all that?"  I asked.

A long pause followed, she placed her finger on her chin and looked at the ceiling as she thought.

"My feet" she decided.

Amazing.  She's really getting into this, I thought.  A whole day's work, just to kiss her feet; something which most normal men would not even consider as a reward at all.  So for the next two hours, whilst she sat making holiday plans on the computer, I worked so hard that I ended up sweating profusely.  The thought of kissing her feet was a surprisingly good motivator - I did all I promised and more.  She was very impressed with my work rate and couldn't believe how much I got done.  Once it was all complete, I offered to take her shoe shopping as I know she needs some decent heels to go with the dress I bought her.

In the shoe shop I was as helpful as possible, finding potential items, bringing them to her, kneeling and easing them onto and off of her feet, replacing them on the shelves, obeying her orders to "find me these in a size four" and offering countless compliments on how sexy she looked in each pair of shoes.  Unfortunately she didn't find any that she really liked but the experience was still pretty awesome.  I told her how much I enjoyed shopping with her and that I would like to be allowed to do it again some time.  Maybe I will be able to actually buy her some stuff next time.

Back at the house, I asked if I could kiss her feet and I was granted the privilege as she reclined on the sofa. I gently massaged her slightly smelly feet and kissed each toe, the top, the bottom, the heel, every part of each foot, for a good twenty minutes.  I was pretty engrossed and probably looked like quite a weird little snivelling wretch, pawing and kissing whatever small part of her graceful beauty she deigned to allow me access to.

What an amazing experience, to be allowed to kiss the feet of such a beauty, and it only took a whole day's worth of housework and shopping to be allowed the honour!  I am so lucky!

Pretty much how it looked, minus the grey hair.

Nonchalant Goddesses

I've noticed a bit of a trend lately, on Femdom sites, where men are shown worshipping women who seem to be showing little or no interest in what the man is doing.  They are often reading, tapping away on laptops, talking on the phone or just generally ignoring their partners' slavish attentions.

Photos like these remind me of a few occasions, described in previous posts, where my Princess has taken foot massages, orgasms and pedicures completely for granted.  A very arousing situation.

This goddess really knows how to nonchalantly relax whilst being adored by her slave.

I found the link to that site on footworshipslaves.com, which has a few good links.

Look at the expression on this girl's face.  It's like she's barely even tolerating her slave's presence:

This professional looking beauty hardly even seems to be aware that there is an adoring human footrest under her feet.

This slave is a footrest and backrest in one:

Does this kind of thing ever happen in real life, or is it confined to porn?  I'm not sure how long I could remain in that position, and even if I could I think it would only result in Emma thinking I'm a freak.  As far as this kind of thing goes, for now I'll have to content myself with shaving Emma's legs whilst she reads a book.

Suggestions Please!

I love it when I get comments from readers; it reassures me that people are actually reading and encourages me to continue.

Also, I am constantly trying to think of new and exciting ways to please Emma.

So if anyone can think of any ways of worshipping my Prncess that I haven't already tried, then please leave a comment. Maybe this blog could become more interactive; I could act out your suggestions!

Any ideas very welcome.

Spare Prick

My Princess has definitely taken on the dominant role in the bedroom now, as evidenced by last night's encounter where I was used as a means of enhancing her pleasure, and then simply discarded.

We were "spooning" in bed and I was virtually asleep when she told me she wanted an orgasm.  I immediately shook myself awake and began to pleasure her with my fingers.  Well that lasted for a whole thirty seconds before she got on top, grabbed my cock and forced it inside her.

Emma is not on the pill and she didn't give me any chance to get a condom on, so we were having unprotected sex - something totally unheard of in our relationship.  So she said:

"Let me know when you get too excited."

As you can imagine, having not had an orgasm for nearly three months, I was too excited in a very short time.  Seeing her impaling herself on me, her gorgeous hips rocking back and forth as I stroked her breasts; it was too much to bear and I was on the brink of orgasm very quickly.  I told her so, and she immediately stopped moving and began to pleasure herself with me still inside her.

She made herself come, dismounted, rolled over away from me and went to sleep with me hugging her hips and kissing the small of her back.

I was too aroused to sleep for quite a while and couldn't believe what a beautiful experience I had just had.  She had used the fact that we had no contraception to her advantage perfectly, as a means of locking me into orgasm-less sex.  Had we used a condom I may not have had the willpower to be able to stop myself but this way she was in no doubt that I would be left unsatisfied.  I had been treated like a dildo, just a tool for satisfying my beautiful Princess - it never seemed to cross her mind that I may have needs of my own.

Beautiful!