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...

About to Get Married

One of the reasons I have been so quiet of late is that our wedding day is fast approaching, and, as you would expect from such a subservient and helpful partner, I have been very involved in the preparations.

I am hoping there will be some way of adapting the vows to reflect the asymmetrical nature of our relationship - maybe Emma could promise to "love and guide" me as opposed to the traditional "love, honour and obey" and perhaps there might be a way of her completely omitting the "forsaking all others" line.  Obviously I would still say it.

Emma is has just returned from her hen weekend and some of the photos look quite interesting.  There's one sequence where she swaps fancy dress with a man on a stag weekend in the middle of a bar.  I love it that she can show me pictures like this without the slightest thought that I may get angry, possessive or jealous like a standard partner.  I think I said "Cool!  Looks like you're having fun!"

Whilst she was away partying, I managed to completely clean the entire house from top to bottom.  As soon as she returned, I cooked for her and washed her clothes whilst she relaxed on the sofa.  2013 is looking good so far.  The preparations for her hen weekend were pretty good too.  She was going to start getting ready to go away whilst I was in work, but I pleaded on text for her to wait for me to get home first so that I could help with her pampering routines.  She was kind and allowed me to do the whole thing.  I bathed her and shaved her, washed her hair, scrubbed her clean, dried her and then knelt at her feet and rubbed bronzer into her legs whilst kissing her hips and ass and complimenting her amazing beauty.

She lay on the bed and I cut and shaped her toenails and then applied French manicure.  As I knelt at her feet, blowing the varnish to speed drying, she ordered me to "Get me a cup of tea and some paracetamol for my headache whilst it's drying." - not a hint of a please.  Perfect.

Once I had finished the pampering, I asked if I could iron the clothes that she was taking and she let me iron her short dresses.  I love the idea that she would have been dancing and flirting in those dresses, and looking beautiful and brown partly thanks to my pampering.  It really feels like I am contributing to her beauty and happiness.

Lucky groom!  Or maybe it's the Best Man?