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!

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! 

Buying Princess Some Fuck Me Shoes

I have decided that I will buy my Princess a proper pair of "Fuck Me Shoes" as expression of thanks for being with me and a sign that I appreciate how lovely she is and how lucky I am to have someone like her.

I would like the shoes to be as sexy as possible whilst not actually being totally outrageous, then maybe she will actually wear them.

I have never bought shoes for a woman before, so I am a bit lost, but I was thinking of something like these:

Or these:

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Any opinions, anyone?