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?

Back Again

Hey, it's been a while.

Basically, thanks to the wonders of Auto Complete, my Princess came very close to discovering this blog, so I had to take it down until she forgot about that curious looking URL she had seen in the address bar.

I hope to introduce her to this blog eventually, once she has fully embraced the FLR lifestyle, but I felt that the time was not right, and for her to read the blog at that stage would be to risk freaking her out and ruining any chances of completing our amazing journey to a lifestyle of total female control.

So anyway, I had to quickly go underground.  But now I am back, and I intend to resume my blogging forthwith!  Things have progressed nicely in the meantime.

Thanks for coming back, if you are an old friend.  Welcome to the blog if you are new.  I have much to report...

Bathtime Intimacy

I have been tired, lazy and uncooperative this past week.  I have done some washing and cleaning but I haven't been up to my normal high standards of domestic servitude.

I confessed, whilst kneeling next to my Princess at the kitchen table, that the reason for my loss of focus and unsatisfactory behaviour was that I had masturbated last week.

She expressed her disappointment and told me that, since I had misbehaved she was going to revoke some privileges.  I had previously been promised a night of pampering - I was scheduled to bathe, shave and moisturise my Princess and give her a massage and a pedicure, but now I was going to be be denied thanks to my lack of respect and self control.

I was gutted.  What was supposed to be a night of worship involving hours of physical contact with my Princess had now been taken away from me, all because I had been unable to control my urges.  I had managed to go for around three months without masturbating; I thought I had cracked it but for some reason I just gave in to the primal urge the other morning after my Princess had left for work.  Of course, all I thought about during masturbation was my Princess and how confident, beautiful and superior she is, but that does not diminish the offence.

I apologised profusely for my behaviour, whilst kneeling next to her and kissing her leg.  I promised I wouldn't do it again.  I asked to be allowed to make it up to her by working as hard as possible all afternoon, in the hope that she would let me pamper her later.

"You just carry on, and we'll see" was her reply.

Needless to say, I immediately turned into a very efficient housework machine, hoovering, mopping, dusting, scrubbing, washing, hanging and ironing, for several hours.  My Princess was in the house the whole time but didn't help at all.  I think she has finally realised the power she has over me.  She has also accepted her place in the relationship - on top - and no longer feels  guilty or lazy when I am toiling away around her.

Thankfully for me, my Princess took pity on me and allowed me to give her a bath after I had earned sufficient brownie points.

During the bath, she was a lot more demanding than usual.  After I had spent a long time washing her hair. massaging her scalp, applying moisturiser, scrubbing her back, shaving her legs, armpits and pussy, she demanded I clean her asshole.  This is something I always do anyway, but was never sure if she found it a bit too invasive.  It was amazing though, actually being commanded to do it.

Imagine having so much power over someone, having them worship you so much, that their heart leaps with excitement at being ordered to clean their anus whilst they lay there relaxing.  Beautiful.

After my Princess had dried herself she called me into the bedroom to moisturise her legs whilst she stood in front of the full-length mirror, towel-drying her lustrous hair.  She had a perfect view of her servant, kneeling at her feet, stroking her legs and occasionally kissing her ass.  It seemed like an act of deliberate belittlement and humiliation, making me do it in front of the mirror.  There was no doubting the power structure in that tableau, and I could feel her eyes looking down upon me.

The whole time she was quite distant and frosty.  She hates masturbation.  I am lucky that she allowed me to serve her at all.

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...

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! 

Freedom from the Yoke of Habitual Masturbation

One unexpected benefit of this constant devotion to my Princess is that I have developed sufficient willpower to completely stop myself from masturbating.  Despite the fact that I repeatedly find myself in arousing situations, and am almost constantly thinking about sex and my Princess' beautiful body, I am now seemingly able to restrain myself from even touching myself.

Previously I found it impossible to go for even a couple of days without wanking and often did it a few times a day.  Now though, as a mark of respect for Princess Emma's feelings on the matter, I never, ever do it.  My Princess hates it, so I will not do it, ever.

I went for a few months without playing with myself but then I had a lapse, but now I know I have stopped for good.  It is possible for me to remain "fully charged" with sexual tension for much longer without the release mechanism of self-abuse.

Tonight I am pampering my Princess with a bath and massage, and will have a raging erection throughout, and aching balls.  If she decides she wants me to come, then that is her perogative.  She may decide to just give me a ruined orgasm.  The most likely outcome is that she won't give my cock a second thought and will simply doze off after her massage.  It is entirely up to her, and my cock and balls are completely under her control.  It seems to work better this way.

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.

Princess Emma - Gaining in Confidence

My Princess is incredibly fit and sexy now that she is going to the gym 3-4 times a week, running and going to circuit classes.  People in work are continually complimenting her on her firm, trim physique and she regularly tells me how many positive comments she has received about her flat stomach, pert bottom etc.

The result of this is that she is a lot more sexually self-assured than she has ever been before.  She is proud of her appearance and is happy to show herself off in a way that I have never seen before.  This can only be a good thing, as a major obstacle to her being more sexually adventurous in the past was her lack of confidence in her appearance.

This morning I said "I bet you'll find yourself receiving a lot more male attention now you're so slim and sexy".  Her reply, with a cheeky little smile, was "Well, I suppose I'll have to just see what comes my way".

I have no doubt that she'll have men approaching her every time she goes out now, and she will feel confident enough to acquiesce to their advances if she feels the desire.  I will consider it a real honour to help keep such a beautiful woman looking her best at all times.  From now on I will pay for all her nights out, clothes, make up and beauty treatments and will spend as much time as she will allow pampering and spoiling her.

With her her found confidence she will no doubt be only too happy to accept my grovelling, submissive support without a word of thanks...