Questions on Femdom

Reading others blogs I'm always amazed and surprised at the diversity of views and points.
In the main I read, not without any shock to anyone, blogs that involve Femdom.  Femdom in fact seems to cover a wide variety of needs, expectations and maybe bloody-mindedness to the point of obsession.

Men seem to list and almost demand their needs, wants, without little recourse or thought to the Domme.  What I find truly amazing that so many Woman come to accept their husbands/partners
craving and take an active part.

Some callings to serve are purely in a domestic setting, completing chores, waiting, helping.  Add then Chastity and maybe some spanking and you start to reach what so many men appear to need/hope for.

In my case things go a lot further, so this leads me to the question why do Woman; who have never thought about Femdom manage to make the connection?  Mistress was Mistress before I met Her, She was clear in Her own mind what She wanted, required, expected.  Reading the very well written blogs by Femdom101 and I'm Hers I feel in both cases the Ladies had to step up to the mark.  I may be wrong, but that's how I read it.

In both cases what an amazing act of love and care!

But apart from from keeping their relationships stable and maybe alive do they really get the
life/relationship they signed up for when they first met their mate.

If they were not into Femdom before, did they grow into it.  Would they hate to go back to how it was before, or would it be a relief to return to so called "normality"

Having had a taste/experience of the Femdom life, do they wish they had grown up in a Female Led Household?

Would they prefer that the Femdom path they now follow was slightly different to the one they are currently on?

I guess I could tie myself up in knots; which is not a good thing for a sub to do without permission.

I would welcome anyone's thoughts on this.
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Tea for Two?

Sometimes life, or in this case death gets in the way of blogging, playing and serving.  Ummmm not sure they were in the correct order.  The standard chores have been completed and protocols
In the main observed. Sometimes I wish Mistress was stricter with the curtseying and other times I'm glad She's not.

Work has been manic, the Xmas rush has arrived full on.  I've had to take a day off work just so Mistress could have a day of service and play.  What a play, three hours of domination, control and submission.  Since we have become empty nesters a spare bedroom has been left sparse, this means it can be converted quickly into a playroom.  Currently we have a bondage chair and a cock and balls stocks.  We need a collapsable spanking bench to complete the set.

Because I had taken the extra day off Mistress decided that we would use an afternoon tea voucher I had been given for my birthday, She phoned through the reservation and we were set.  The plush swanky hotel was about 3/4 of an hours drive away.  Funnily enough I had done some work there about 20 odd years ago.  It was interesting to return and see the changes.....Old.  Cherry Wood and polish lingered in the air.  I'm always nervous going to this sort of thing, it's a bit posher and showier than I am, normally I wouldn't choose this sort of venue, it's just not me...... What really set me on edge was that we were using a voucher, ok I know it was a present and all that, but I always stress a bit in that sort of environment, I would have rather paid the bill and not used the voucher.  Mistress of course was having none of it.  We duly were seated at an oval table with a starched white cloth, the Seats were extra large, colourful old persons high back soft furnished affairs that you just sank into so that the table was 2 inches too high to eat from.  An Eastern European waiter swept into view and plonked down a teapot and a hot water pot.  I handed over the voucher, he took it and left us. Was that a look of scorn?  Shortly afterwards another man appeared carrying a three tier silver plater loaded with cakes, scones, a jelly shot glass for each of us and some very dainty sandwiches, no crusts, small and neat.  After I had poured the tea we tucked in.  We've been together many years, funnily enough we still have much to say to each other, I can still get Her to laugh.  Sometimes there are long silences between us, but that's fine we are happy just to be together in each other's company.

Mistress sat looking what She is, classy, feminine, truly wonderful, I'm so lucky.  The surroundings of old wooden panelling, rich tapestries, log fire and subdued lights suited Her.  I kept thinking I should have been naked, kneeling at Her feet, collar round my neck, serving Her, being fed titbits from Her hand.

Sometimes when we play Mistress will ask if I want a drink, if I say yes She takes a large sip from a glass of squash, plants Her lips to mine and I drink from Her lips.  It's a very intense experience full of trust, love and dominance.  It bonds me closer to Her, being dependent for my basic needs strengthens my submission to Her.

Frequently I have thought that a sub should be fed by his Mistress by Her hand, the bonding ritual of need and giving cementing the relationship in a spiritual as well as a physically way bringing us closer together.  I have always imagined that I should be naked at Her feet, my hands secured behind my back. Mistress sitting, I watch Her eating first, then She picks up my bowl and spoon and feeds me. Controlling what I eat, how fast I eat, me completely dependent, owned, loved.

I'm of the belief this should happen as often as practical, but at least once a week.

We are off to another Femdomme event soon, maybe I will get to serve a Mistress tea and cake followed by lashings of fun!
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Thoughts on life

If I had a £1 or a $1 for every Zit I'd had in my life I would have.......well maybe not enough to buy a house, but certainly a half decent Car.  I was thinking this inain thought the other day as I waited in the Doctors Surgery.  It's a modern building, clean almost sterile.  An attempt has been made to make it Child and Adult friendly but like so many newer designs the Architect had clearly never taken the trouble to sit in a waiting room and just look, think and feel.  One would have thought that at sometime they had sat waiting somewhere for something, maybe they were so worried about the something that they didn't think to look and analyse the somewhere.

Apart from the poor Zit covered teenager who I had spent the last 1/2 an hour facing there were the rather obvious collection of patients waiting in a resigned dignified silence. Each like me hoping the electric board that displays a name along with making a nasty zapping twang that blares each time the Doctor summoned the next victim would display theirs. Every time the tinnie sound emitted it caused us all to jump a little, heads swung upwards eyes scanning the board, disappointment followed by frustration for all but one lucky soul who moved towards the door conscious that all eyes were on them.

Finally my name flashed up, I rose up and tried to stroll nontantly to the Consulting Room.  It's noticeable that the Doctors are all beginning to look younger than me........this does worry me a little.....do they really know there stuff? Pops into my mind, unbidden, uncalled for but it does nag away.

The Doc was a nice chap, mid/late 20's, he welcomed me and gestured to the vacant seat.  The normal formalities were observed before I explained my problem, there then followed a very quick diagnosis and before I knew it I was the other side of the door clutching a prescription and an old man was pushing past me; eager to enter.

Waiting in a Doctors waiting room can evoke the same feelings for me that I get at a Munch.  I know strange but true........We went to a Munch a few nights ago and as we arrived I realised that we didn't know anyone.  Sometimes I'm really good at mixing and engaging with new people, other times I'm not. Unfortunately this was one of the latter and I struggled.  In this case I could fathom out why.........a few days ago one of my Engineers died.  He was at his home late at night......not even 60.  He was a lovely man who would do anything for anyone.  The thing that has made it worse is that apart from being a Top Bloke, he was a disaster with money, even worse so was/is his Wife.  There isn't enough money to lay him to rest!  He had been on long term sick leave and had been receiving SSP, that's a reduced monthly amount that comes from me, his boss, I then get it back from the Government.  It's not perfect but it's more than many get in the world.  I've now fiddled it so that he got a full months wage, I've then had to get the bank to let me draw his wages out in cash.  In the UK it's getting harder to draw out large amount of cash due to the money laundering law.  I had to jump through hoops to get the cash.  It had to be cash because if I'd just given him a cheque it would have been swallowed up with all the debts.

Please don't think I'm trying to impress, I'm not, I feel it's my duty and honour to help.  The funeral is going to be hard, the young trainee will struggle, it's his first one.

My final thought is that you really never know when your times up.  My kind, warm hearted Engineer has gone, he will have died not doing all he ever wanted to, we all will suffer with that problem.  I guess the main think is to do as much as you can as fast as you can, it may be an old cliché but none the less true.
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