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...

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! 

A Motivated, Teased Submissive at Work

Yesterday was really good.  After being allowed to give my Princess a pre-work orgasm I asked if I could pamper her after work and she hinted that maybe I could.  It seems like I haven't been serving my Princess well enough lately so I saw this as an opportunity to put things well and truly back on track.  I have never worked so hard in my life.  I was painting and decorating from 8am until 5pm with only about 30 mins break for a quick sandwich.  I worked as hard and as fast as I could, all day.  I wanted her to be amazed about how much I can achieve when in a state of constant, teased arousal.

The whole time I was thinking about how great it was to give my Princess an orgasm, how lucky I am to be allowed to lay my hands all over such a beautiful woman, and how much I was looking forward to pampering her in the evening.  Her comment "if we can carry on like this it might just work" kept running around my head.  She really understands!

Kind of how it looked this morning.

Kind of how I would like it to look in the morning.

These thoughts gave me such motivation that I was like a man on a mission and I got an incredible amount of work done.  It was like a demonstration of time and motion efficiency, with the dishwasher and washing machine on simultaneously, one load of washing drying, four walls painted, shelves up on the first wall before the last wall was even dry, shopping done, bathroom cleaned, kitchen mopped and tidied, Princess' work clothes immaculately ironed and hung up, her underwear perfectly folded, more washing hung out, dishes put away...

Emma seemed suitably impressed when she arrived home.  I always make sure that I have a cup of tea ready for her as soon as she walks in and she sipped it as she wandered around inspecting my work.  There was no real acknowledgement of, or thanks for my efforts, but that would have only spoiled the dynamic.  I kissed her and asked if I could bathe her later.  "If we've got time" she said.

We did have time.  I ran her a bath with plenty of Radox and let her soak for a while as I tidied away the dishes from dinner.  It was hard not to rush, knowing there was a gorgeous naked woman upstairs waiting for me to wash and shave her.  When I finally knelt down next to the bath and started washing her hair, her back, waist and hips looked so beautiful I felt like I could come just by pressing myself against the side of the bath.  I managed to pull myself together enough to have a normal conversation about her day in work as I washed and conditioned her lustrous locks.  Next I gave her back a good scrub and she lay back, one arm over her head, waiting for me to shave her armpit, then the other.

Before shaving her legs I gave them a good exfoliating scrub with a body puff, then a rinse before applying shaving foam.  I took great care last night to shave them perfectly, leaving not a single hair, all the while marvelling at her lovely perfect brown skin and feminine curves.  Her calves have just enough muscle to be firm and shapely without losing any femininity, and her thighs are strong and perfectly proportioned.  After shaving her legs I carefully stroked them to check for any missed hairs.

She asked me if I wanted to get in after her and of course I did.  I would bathe in my Princess' dirty water every day if I had the chance.  Last night though was extra-special.  My Princess decided to shave her pussy whilst standing over me in the bath.  I held her calves and kissed her thighs as she did it, the and of my hard-on bobbing up through the water's surface.  Then she was off, drying herself as I washed in her dead skin and hair.

I bathed as quickly as possible as I wanted to be able to moisturise her before she got into bed.  I pulled the plug and dried myself within two minutes of getting in and then I was kneeling next to the bed, rubbing bronzing moisturiser into her warm, clean, smooth legs.  She was sat on the edge of the bed looking down on me as I did this.  The wardrobe mirror afforded her a perfect view of the whole tableau; me, supplicant and her, regal and relaxed.

Finally we got into bed and I spooned her, kissing her next adoringly.  Amazingly, she decided she wanted an orgasm.  I gave her one with my fingers and then she decided she wanted sex.  We did it with her on top as she played with herself until she came, and then she wanted it from behind, and came again twice.  Then she indicated that she wanted me to come too.  I was totally unable to object or resist and had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life, looking down upon the woman that I worship, her ass in front of me, my hands on her small waist, my cock, deep inside her.  Then I collapsed on her, head buried in her her hair, still damp from the bath.

That was last night.  This morning I am drained.  How long will it take to recharge my batteries?  I don't know.  I think Emma has had between eight and ten orgasms to my one, and yet I still feel that I have been allowed too much.  I don't think there will be much housework done today...