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.

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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!

Married Life So Far

My Princess seems to be taking to her new role of Dominant Wife with a great deal of self-confidence.  There seemed to be a marked increase in her levels of self-assurance within hours of us taking our vows.  One example of how She is asserting Her dominance is sleeping arrangements.  The last time I was allowed to sleep in the same bed as Her was our wedding night, during which She had several enormous orgasms whilst I was allowed no release at all.  It was a wonderful feeling, hugging and gently kissing the smooth curvaceous hips of my new beautiful Bride as She slept, knowing that I had satisfied Her whilst feeling extremely frustrated myself, and knowing that this was probably my life from now on...

That was in the hotel after the wedding.  I have not been allowed to sleep in our bedroom once since getting married.  I am now relegated to the spare room, which She calls "your room".  She now regards (what was once) our bedroom as her own.  I first noticed this the day we came home, when She said "Get me my phone charger - it's in my room".

I asked Her yesterday morning whether I would be allowed to sleep in Her room if She was satisfied with my performance around the house but She didn't give a definite answer.  I did my best anyway.

Whilst my Princess was at work,  I dusted the entire house, swept and mopped the hard floors, hoovered all the carpets and cleaned the skirting boards.  I also gave the bathrooms a real deep-clean, so that every spot of dirt and dust was removed from even the most tucked-away places.  I polished the taps and scrubbed the toilets so that they sparkled.  I also ironed all of my Princess' clothes, even Her underwear and pyjamas.  As always, I folded Her underwear in the way that She likes, so that they look like they've just come out of the packet.  I also cleaned the kitchen and cooked dinner, which was on the table when She walked through the door, along with a dozen roses.  After dinner, Princess relaxed in the lounge whilst I did the washing up.

I then sat cross-legged on the floor of the lounge where Her feet rested on the pouffe, and massaged and kissed Her beautiful little feet whilst She chatted online.  After a hard day's work her feet had a slight odour, but it is not unpleasant, in fact, to me that smell is quite alluring as it is the smell of my Princess.  I kissed the soles of Her feet for around half an hour, with a raging hard-on the whole time.

Eventually I asked Princess if I had performed well enough to be allowed to give Her a bath.  My heart leapt when She said I had, and I immediately ran a deep bath with herbal bubble-bath, lit some candles and fetched Her a glass of wine.

I won't go into all the details of the bath and subsequent massage and moisturising as I have described it a few times already on here.  Suffice to say that no part of Her beautiful body was overlooked; a Roman empress would have felt spoiled by the treatment She received.  I was on my knees for around two hours, lavishing as much love, affection and attention on my Princess as I possibly could, and I thanked her for it afterwards, as I should.  I am such a lucky husband being allowed to spent this amount of time in such close physical contact with someone of such beauty, being able to pay such close attention to Her most intimate feminine curves.

Do you think I was allowed to sleep in Her bedroom though?  Alas I was not.  My Princess wanted a guaranteed good night's sleep as She has an important day in work today, so I was banished from Her chamber.

This morning I made sure I was up before Her, and took Her a cup of tea in bed.  I knelt next to Her and stroked Her hair as She awoke, and then spent ten minutes kissing the soles of Her feet as She sipped her tea.

I have asked Her if it would be possible to sleep on the floor at the foot of Her bed if I perform my duties to Her satisfaction.  She laughed and said "Don't be silly", which I could take one of two ways - either there's no way She will even let me sleep that close, or She thinks that's too weird a request.  Not sure yet.

One day I hope to work so hard that I am allowed to sleep on the floor at the foot of my beautiful Wife's bed as she dozes, all cosy and gorgeous.  Maybe she won't be alone in the bed - after all, a woman as beautiful as my Wife needs company.  She may need the company of a real man one day...

I Am Now an Obedient Husband!

It is with a huge amount of pride and a considerable amount of incredulity that I can announce that, thanks to my beautiful princess' surprisingly kind willingness to deign to accept my humble proposal, she has now allowed me to become her faithful and dutiful husband.  As of Saturday 12th January, we are officially Wife and husband.

As I had hoped, I was able to adapt the vows to reflect the dynamics of our relationship.  I promised to forsake all others; Emma did not.  I promised to love, honour and obey; Emma vowed to love and guide.  I was quite surprised that the registrar didn't query any of this.  Maybe it is more common than I imagined.  Emma was more than happy to make these changes though - she really is getting into this.

I feel very honoured and extremely lucky that such a perfect woman has allowed me to make such a public commitment to her. I have found a word which describes perfectly the way I intend to conduct myself as loving and subservient husband:

uxorious

/ˌəkˈsôrēəs/

Adjective

Doting upon; excessively submissive towards one's wife.

I have thought about renaming the blog to Journal of an Uxorious Husband, but Obedient Husband has a better ring to it.

Interestingly, her wedding ring is a diamond-encrusted platinum band, costing nearly £2,000.  My wedding ring, in contrast, is a plain stainless steel band, costing £25.  I am officially worth 1/80th of my Princess.

The evening of our wedding was spent with me following Emma around, holding her hand, getting her drinks and generally being as helpful and dutiful as possible.  The wedding night was, just as I had hoped, a very one-sided affair.  More of that soon.

As I type, Emma is laying on the bed reading "The New Bride's Guide to Training Her Husband", a book which, strangely, appeared in the wedding gifts box after the reception.  She has already made a few comments about it, and I have a feeling she may be adopting some of the methods soon...

The Most One-Sided Sex Ever.

Last night I made my Princess horny by kissing and stroking her for a very long time whilst she lay in bed relaxing.  After giving her an orgasm with my mouth I could tell that she craved the feeling of penetration.

Luckily I have already bought her a replacement for my cock so she was able to have the feeling of being stretched and filled.  I worked hard at it for about an hour, carefully stimulating her g-spot and fingering her gorgeous ass whilst she fingered her clit.  She had one of the biggest orgasms I have ever seen with prolonged, shuddering convulsions, her back arching in ecstasy.  After the orgasm I left the dildo inside her and kissed her thighs and stomach.  I then started again, repeating the process.  Her second orgasm seemed even more amazing that the first and her gasps and yelps told me that this was probably the best orgasm of her life.  It was an almost indescribably arousing experience, being so intimate with someone so achingly beautiful during such intense moments, and I nearly came several times myself.

When I was sure her arousal had diminished, I carefully withdrew the dildo, sucked it and my fingers clean and then washed it and my hands in the bathroom.  Back in bed, I spooned her, telling her, as usual, how beautiful she is and how much I love her.  I kissed her neck and shoulders until she dozed off and then slid down the bed to hug her hips, kissing the small of her back until I fell asleep too.

At no point did my cock receive the slightest attention or consideration.  She is amazing.

I am thinking of buying a hollow penis extender so that, for my Princess, it feels like normal sex, but it is very unlikely that I will achieve orgasm...

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:

New Levels of Service

I seem to have managed to devote 100% of today's efforts to serving my Princess.  Here's a brief summary of how servile my behaviour has been.

First thing, I set my alarm early so I could make her breakfast and lunch to take to work, whilst she slept.  I then made her a cup of tea to drink in bed and I kissed her awake, kneeling by her bedside.

After giving her a lift to work, I did all the shopping, as per her list.  Once back home, I set about sorting out the washing.  I ironed all her clothes that I had washed yesterday and put them in her wardrobe.  All her underwear was folded and put away neatly.  I actually ironed her pants to make sure they were super-neat for her.

I then sent her a couple of emails and texts letting her know what I had done so far, and reminded her that I adore her and that she is beautiful.  I also offered to take her shoe shopping after work as she had a night out planned tonight and needed some new heels.

So I picked her up from work and took her to a designer shoe shop where she allowed me to pay for a very sexy pair of very high heels.

Once back home I asked her if I could put fake tan on her legs and back as they would be on show tonight in the backless mini-dress that I bought her recently.  She allowed this too; I knelt and rubbed it in to her smooth soft skin.

As she was getting ready, I made her a drink and tidied away her work clothes.

Once she was ready, I gave her a lift to the nightclub where she's meeting her single friends.  She looked absolutely, achingly beautiful.  Her toenails, painted by me, peeping out from the sexy new shoes I bought her, her legs, freshly shaved and bronzed by me, gorgeous under the slinky mini dress I bought her.  Her boobs looked fantastic in the new padded push-up bra I bought her as a present last week, enhanced by the inserts I also bought.  On her fingers, the rings I bought her and around her next a necklace I gave her.  Her face and hair I can take no credit for, but the rest of her outfit I have eagerly spent lots of money on, and I am so happy that I have been able to do so.

She is really going to turn some heads tonight.  I hope she has fun.  She might ring me at some point for a lift home, she might stay at a friend's.  It's all up to her. 

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,

Remote Control Sub Boyfriend

Princess Emma has developed a new habit that I quite like.  Not only does she leave me lists of chores to complete whilst she is in work, but now she also likes to be kept updated via text and email, to make sure I am working in accordance with her exacting standards.  New tasks are frequently assigned to me via these means.

For example. here is my email to her this afternoon, assuring her that I am working hard:

Hello Princess, I hope work is ok today.  Here's what I have done so far:

• Bathroom cleaned including floor, skirting boards, behind toilet and sink.  

• Carpets hoovered throughout.

• Kitchen tidied and floor mopped.

• Two loads of washing done and hung out.

• Your clothes ironed.

• Shopping done.

• Surprise present - bought ;)

• Garden tidied.

• Dinner ready

Perhaps I could give you a massage after your bath tonight as my reward?  ;)

I am sooooo under the thumb.  I bet none of my friends or colleagues would ever dream of being so servile as to grovellingly beg to be allowed to massage their partner as a reward for doing chores! 

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.

Worshipping my Princess Abroad

We went away a couple of years ago for a fortnight.  This was before I knew that I was a submissive partner and before I had declared or even acknowledged my desire to serve my Princess, but looking back, my behaviour was so totally submissive and servile that it's obvious now that I am very well suited to this lifestyle.  If I was behaving like this without any conscious effort then I am obviously destined to be led by my beautiful Princess forever.

There are a few things that stand out in my memory.  One of them is kneeling next to her sun-lounger beside the pool and repeatedly applying sun cream all over her body.  I noticed a few people watching quizzically from the nearby seating area as I dutifully rubbed the lotion all over her, not just on the usual hard to reach areas like her back, but literally everywhere, even the places that most people simply do themselves.  I adoringly stroked in the cream; her stomach, arms, chest, shoulders, neck, legs, feet, every part of her received a thorough coating as Emma lay there, regally leafing through her magazine.  I had noticed other men begrudgingly slapping a cursory squirt of cream into the backs of their partners before rolling over and snoozing, but my Princess received far more respect and attention.  It probably took a good five minutes to make sure her perfect skin was fully protected from the sun.  I particularly enjoyed slowly caressing her legs until the lotion had soaked in just the right amount to give her smooth tanned skin a perfect satin sheen.  After I had finished her feet, I applied some more cream and massaged them for a while, and kissed them lightly.  It would have been clear to anyone watching that I totally worshipped this woman.  I repeated this around once an hour, and regularly fetched her drinks from the bar.  Even when not caring for her in this way I would generally be softly stroking her hair or back.  At one point she dozed off so I used this opportunity to nip off and clean the apartment.

Not actually me, but not far off!

Despite my best efforts, somehow, Emma's toes became slightly irritated by the heat and sun during a walk around the town.  In an effort to ameliorate this, I would periodically get down on my knees and rub cooling sun cream into her feet whilst Emma sat on a low wall or bench.  On one occasion I think some passers-by thought I was actually proposing to her.  Several times when Emma's feet were causing her discomfort, there was nowhere for her to sit, so I knelt before her and rubbed cream into her feet whilst she stood in the street.  There were a few tourists passing who presumably noticed how submissive or "under the thumb" I looked.  Obviously nowadays I would enjoy being seen performing such an act, but back then I did experience a little self-consciousness and slight embarrassment which I had to ignore in order to serve Emma properly.

It was during this walk that Emma got into the habit of walking ahead of me.  I hung back initially to see if she would notice how far ahead she had got, and wait for me, but she did not.  She carried on walking,  around ten yards ahead.  At this point I was carrying her bag; not exactly a girly handbag, but a large and very unmasculine brightly coloured shoulder bag nonetheless.  So I found myself carrying my Princess' bag around the town, following obediently behind her as she took in the sights of the old town, occasionally stopping to drop to my knees and anoint her lovely feet.  We went on like this for a few hours, with breaks for food and drinks.  It was a surprisingly erotic experience, and a definite catalyst for what has happened since.  Being made to tail her around like a faithful puppy, whilst admiring the backs of her tanned legs in a short skirt, it actually felt like an honour to be able to rub cream into her feet when she demanded it.

It was after one of these walks that we had our first one-sided sexual experience.  We were back at the apartment and Emma was laying on her back reading on the bed.  I was laying next to her and I asked if I could give her an orgasm.  "It needn't interrupt your reading" I said, half-jokingly.  She didn't actually reply, but she did part her legs slightly which I took as permission.  I went down on her whilst she continued to read.  She gave no indication of whether she was enjoying it at all, for at least ten minutes.  Eventually she started to breathe heavily and moan.  She put the magazine down and had an orgasm, before rolling away and dozing off.  I spent most of the night hugging her hips and kissing her back.

The very next morning Emma allowed me to kneel before her in the shower and shave her legs.  I took great care  and did such a good job that she let me go down on her again, still in the shower.  I recommend this to any sub men who haven't tried it.  The act of kneeling before my Princess and pleasuring her whilst water trickled down her beautiful body and into my mouth was incredible.  Once she was satisfied we got out of the shower and I fetched her a towel.  I then moisturised her legs and tidied away all her dirty clothes before another day's poolside pampering.  I was hooked!