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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...
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...
