My Personal Photo Book of my Princess

I am thinking of treating myself to a present..

The plan is to collate all the most beautiful, elegant and sexy photographs of my Princess and get them bound together in a glossy book.

Over the years I have taken hundreds of photographs of her looking gorgeous in various locations, at weddings, on beaches etc. wearing some great outfits.  

I will concentrate mainly on photographs of her looking confident and assertive.  I have quite a few taken from low perspectives too, with her pretty feet dominating the foreground and her face looking nonchalantly at a book or magazine.  One or two pictures she looks quite moody on too.

I also have some lovely pics of her exploring Italian villages and wandering around old piazzas which I snapped whilst carrying her bags and walking about ten yards behind her, which is customary now on our trips away.  These pics are awesome as the fact that I was walking behind her means they show off her firm calves in a short skirt, and they also remind me of how how submissive I felt on these occasion (more details of this holiday in the post entitled "Worshipping my Princess Abroad")

My thinking is that such a book will help me to focus on and to worship and adore my Princess even when she is not around or when I am away on business.

Of course I will have to ask Princess if I can spend money on such a book, and get her approval for all the pictures.  Should be an interesting little project!

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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!

There's Been Some Ups and Downs... But Things are GOOOOOOD!!!

Wow, has it really been over a year since that last post?  Time flies alarmingly quickly.

There's been too much going on over the last year to fill you in on all of it, suffice to say I'm still submissive and obedient. 

I had a major lapse this year, lasting several months.  During this time I told my Princess that I would prefer the relationship to be more normal, balanced and equal.  This just did not work, at all.  I really don't know what I was thinking, why I felt that way, or what I hoped to achieve.  It ended up with my Princess being quite upset and feeling unloved and unappreciated.  The whole relationship became quite unhappy with neither of us getting much out of it.

Eventually, and quite recently, we sat down and my Princess basically told me she needs to be "adored" and preferred things how they were.

So although it was quite an unpleasant experience to go through, I think something positive has come out of it - that I now know that, not only does my Princess find my submission and obedience acceptable (i.e not weird or creepy) , but that she actually needs me to behave this way, and in fact the marriage simply cannot function on any other footing.

So, from a starting point a couple of years back when we were both equal in the relationship and I harboured secret thoughts of submission but worried that Princess would find these fantasies unacceptable, we now find ourselves in a situation where, even when I try to rebel and escape from submission, I am literally forced back into it in order to avoid the marriage falling apart completely!

This is really quite a major thing for me, because one of the reasons I went off the whole FLR thing was that I suspected I was topping from the bottom; that is, coercing my wife into letting me be submissive against her natural instincts or desires, which isn't really what you want as a sub is it?  It's not what I wanted anyway - I wanted to feel that I was being properly dominated and ruled over by a strong and confident woman who simply wouldn't have it any other way.  Voila!  That's what I've got!

So we are now only a couple of weeks into this new and mutually agreeable level of FLR but it already feels less phoney and less like role-play.  When I massaged her feet last night whilst she watched TV, it felt completely natural.  When I knelt behind her this morning and moisturised her legs and kissed her gorgeous ass whilst she brushed her teeth, I didn't feel like I was pushing any kind of limits of normal acceptable behaviour; I felt like I was adoring her, just like she wants, just like she asked.  Just like she demands!

It feels good to be back.  More to follow...

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...

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...