What are a Mistresses responsibilities and other musings

It is with some surprise that I find that I have taken so long to update my blog; my two followers must be beside themselves! lol

Christmas seems a long time ago, unfortunately when finally the mistletoe and mince pies vanished my belly had grown and it’s taking rather a long time to retreat.  The diet starts tomorrow, honest.

It was over the Christmas period that I took on a replacement for the poor chap who died last year.  My way of recruiting has never been the normal way, I have found in the past the ridicules convention of having someone come to the Office, sit down for about ½ an hour and answer a lot questions that I can predict the answers too before they attend to be a mind-numbingly stupid way of recruiting.  What do you really learn, they can dress appropriately, have two arms and legs and will tell you their hobbies are reading, Facebook and going to the cinema.  So the guy I took on I met in my local by chance, we were both five sheets to the wind, he knew that I had lost an Engineer, what he did not know was that I was willing to look at someone without the correct training/knowledge.  We burbled away for ten minutes or so before I came to my senses and said we were both too inebriated to have a sensible conversation.  I suggested we met up in a couple of days’ time in the pub for a drink and a chat.  Strangely enough I had had this guy in my mind for about a week before we bumped into each other; I just had had no way of contacting him.  The meeting was relaxed, comfortable and honest.  He doesn’t go on Facebook by the way.  So he has been with me for about three weeks now and I can see he’s going to make it.  Another one converted to the dark side!

Regarding the other dark side, Mistress and I are getting on long with life in that plod plod along way that most couples do.  In our case a little different from much of the planet.  We’ve been to Devotions again, where during a play in a secluded area we were disturbed by some gobby, charmless nerd who tried to hold Mistress in a conversation while She was shall we say busy.

Number One Daughter is now close to giving birth and has finally bloomed, it seems to be clear that She is apparently moving towards being a Mistress to Her partner, the orders and commands to him are clearer and he checks with Her more often.  Also Mistress borrowed Her Tablet the other day and notices that three windows were minimized, all on BDSM, one of which was How to be a better Mistress!  Excellent!

In the blogs I read there seems to be a lot of chatter about BDSM and FLR/FLM.  The view seems to be that in a FLR/FLM there doesn’t have to be any BDSM.  I find that very hard to agree with.  The main point to me in our FLR/FLM relationship is that I submit to my Wife and Mistress.  My submission takes the form of obedience, love and commitment.  Love of course being the most important.

I’m not perfect and I get things wrong, then I expect to be punished, this is one of the most important parts of being a Mistress.  If Mistress cannot punish can She be a real Mistress? 

This doesn’t mean that the punishment has to be physical, although in my case it tends to work.  It can be loss of privileges or Mistress refusing to be Mistress, that really scary for a sub man.  I feel that as a submissive to my Wife; I need, not want, but need Her to discipline me.  I also am now a firm believer in Maintenance Spankings.  They don’t reduce me to tears, well not yet anyway; they do however reinforce the Mistress/slave relationship, binding us closer together.  In regards to the rest of our BDSM life that is I think optional and does not have to exist in a FLM/FLR relationship.  In our case the BDSM side is important.  Take the other day I was put in leg spreaders, pulled over Mistresses lap, hands secured behind my back and spanked, and I mean spanked, I lost count after 500.  I hollered, twisted and ended up begging, by the end of it I was in a complete state of very happy submission.  I was then immediately pulled into bed and pounced upon, take, owned, consumed.  I could go on about the nipple twisting and biting, the hand on my throat, the hair pulling, the look in Her eyes, the power, and of course the mind blowing intensity of it all, I shall try and resist though.  Just typing this sets me off drifting with thoughts of submission and loving devotion.  I’m so lucky.

Sorry if this sounds like I’m bragging, it’s hard not to when you’re so proud of your owner.

I guess the point I am trying to make to any Mistress out there is that a submissive needs to be loved, owned and dominated.  As a man physical domination is important to me.  If you think I am wrong just ask you boy once he has had a couple of drinks.

I fully realize that this is not natural for most Women, although I suspect for the younger generations this may not be as true.  I guess for a Married Lady the thought of hitting your husband must be unsettling, disturbing and goes against all you have held dear.  I can only suggest you think about what it can bring to your relationship, what it can take away and do the maths. Clearly if you cannot bring yourself to physically punish you boy please consider other options, but don’t just ignore the need or your relationship will suffer, if it hasn’t already.  Remember for him it’s a need not a want.  If you were lucky enough to have a boy child who turned out gay, would, could (and yes you should) accept his need.  The problem with FLR/FLM is that I feel so many men have this need and so many Women cannot accept it.  Oh and if you enjoy using a crop or cane etc, embrace it and learn to control your feeling, being a Mistress is all about control for You and your boy.

With control and discipline comes an awful responsibility. I have never thought being a Mistress is easy, You take on a heavy but rewarding role.

On a personnel level I fully accept that in many ways my life would have been easier if I hadn’t been submissive.  As I’ve accepted my need since I was a teen I have found it easier to accept than possibly many.

If this has turned into a rant, sorry.

Moving on, I have been writing a book over the last few weeks, I have now completed chapter 14.  Unfortunately my writing skills i.e. spelling and grammar are poor, due in no small part to the kind old lady teacher who use to draw blood on my left hand with a ruler

when I was a young child. I of course grew up in the era when being left handed was the sign of the devil.  I still literally have the scars.   Anyway Mistress has agreed to give it the once over and I’m going to post the first 5 chapters.  After that I may not post the rest unless at least one person comments and says they want to read more.  No pressure lol.

The book is a Femdom part thriller, part horror romp and to be honest I have never read anything like it, which does not bode well for it.  As they say everyone’s got a book in them, just most of them are tomorrows fire lighters.

Have a great week and remember the whips and chains cannot hurt you; it’s the Woman at the other end if your very lucky.

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Xmas

The Eve
It was the night before Christmas and Tescos (Large supermarket) was packed, the cheesy lights were flashing, their seasonal message of greed and want as we stepped across the fresh-hold and entered the fray.  Armed with a comprehensive list and two trolleys the annual trek began.  Mistress leading the way with the smaller of the two carts, I obediently following behind.  Now the big problem I normally encounter during this type of outing is that Mistress can get slightly exasperated with me, I'm never quite sure as to why, but She does; so I'm on tenterhooks.


After the initial jostling in the 1st Isle things became a little less crowded and the trolleys started to be filled.  Eventually we reached the point where Mistress decided that it was easier to park the trolleys and me while She went a looked around.  I ended up standing there for 20/30 minutes.  As I'm Hers says in his brilliant log you have to get use to waiting as a Submissive.  As some of you who kindly read my blog know; when I get a few minutes I like to people watch.

I was parked in the central Isle with a good view of the comings and goings.  I couldn't help but notice that so many people were hurrying and scurrying back and forth with a permanent scowl set into their tired, stressed faces.  A couple of teenage girls, twins I think, drifted past pushing a small trolly, half full of tasty treats.  They were chatting and laughing, young, confident, full of their own world oblivious to everyone else.  They made me smile, oh to be young again.  During the next 10 mins they kept walking from one end to the other, not picking up anything up, just rapt up in their own private world.  Eventually their Mother appeared and called for them to follow Her.  This they did; leaving their trolly behind!

A middle aged couple bickered over biscuits versus nuts, Her blue rinse and flowery dress revealing Her to be older than first appearances would indicate.  In the end he won the argument and nuts were the order of the day.  He marched away head held high; pointed nose sore and Rudolf Red. She trailed behind a little sadder; a 4 foot 5 inch beaten lady with drooping shoulders, tired, resigned, drudged.

Some trolleys were full laden with just booze, others with the cheaper items, the special offers, the almost as good range.  At least the people in there had the funds to buy some sort of Christmas.  Others won't.

Mistress returned and we were off, instructions given, more items gathered.  Finally I was told we had enough and the checkout loomed.  Taking a different checkout from Mistress enabled us to process getting out of there faster.  I could tell it was Xmas as Mistress helped load the car and even took the trolleys back!!!!

At home I finally wrapped presents and scribed my labels and the odd card just before Daughter number one arrived with Her other half.  In She waddled all boobs, bum and bump.  Up to now pregnancy hasn't suited Her, I have heard from more than one source that a Woman with child look radiant and bloom.  It is with some disappointment I have to state that She had failed to live up to that fable up to now......  Well eat my words a few days had changed Her; She looked the perfect picture of pregnancy.  We hugged a long warm embrace, Her tiny fingers scratching/tickling on my back, I kissed Her forehead and moved on to the boyfriend.  I didn't kiss his forehead!      There are some people in the world who can get excited about the smallest pleasure, DN1 is one of those special individuals, so Xmas is a great event for a Her.

We all went to the midnight service at our village church, following in the footsteps of 800 years of praise, worship, singing and how long is the Sermons going on for?  Bells pealed, candles flickered and all was good with the world.

The Day.
This started later than other years, there were to be no visitors so we all lounged around in Jim-Jams.  Present opening was a prolonged cheerful affair interspersed with choc croissants and fat boy sweets. I ran round with drinks, refills and wrapper paper clearing.  Mistress had bought me a Collar/Neckless, almost tight to my neck, thick interwoven round chain links.   To the uninitiated it's just a quirky neckless, to those in the know, say no more!

DN1 was a little concerned I hadn't seemed to bought any fit pressies for Her Mother, Mistress managed to cover up saying I'd given a Her cash.  If fact I'd bought Her a very fine, glamorous PVC Corset, boned and not cheap or tarty looking, ensuring an ensemble
of sensual, visual excellence to be worn at our next Femdom event.

It was just a veg day, relaxed, chilled, almost the perfect Xmas day.  The only minor hiatus
was when DN1 mentioned that we would have a little one crawling around in the lounge next year.  Her other half looked surprised and mentioned that he thought that they would be with his family next year.  She just looked at him with that look and said "No!"  We kept out of it, I did defuse the situation when I pointed out that there were over 356 days to make a decision, however I got the feeling that the decision had been made and set in stone.  Watch this space!

Just because it was Xmas didn't stop my chores and I ended up washing up by hand four times!  Plus two lots of dishwasher loading and unloading.  Not complaining mind, just noting.

In some ways the DS disappeared, or took a back seat, I wasn't told to do that boy! Or fetch that Boy.  In many ways I prefer to be ordered and called boy.... In others I prefer a please boy or thank you boy......It depends how Dominant Mistress is feeling at the time on how I am addressed. But overall I prefer being called boy, it makes me feel instantly more submissive and obedient to Mistress.

I've taken a few days away from my blog, so sorry to anyone who keeps coming back to check on it.  I know I do check femdom 101 and I'm Hers regularly along with others.
I will try to be more punctual.

My New Years message is if your a Domme, Dom......if your a sub, sub..... And if your neither what the hell are you doing reading this lol.

Happy New Year
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Friday's Child is Full of Grace

There are some Friday's that are dead and others that are manic.  This Friday was the latter, so the day was hectic to say the least.

After morning service (Coffee and Cereal etc ) I left Mistress slumbering while I drove off into the bleak, cold murky morning.  The light was as bright as a Politicians Integrity, so I had the headlights on.  I couldn't help but reflect that the time line of ones life is littered with disasters and regrets, maybe it was the gloom and dismal rain that had darkened my mood.  I wondered what my biggest regret would be?  Not meeting Mistress at an earlier age must rank at or near to the top of my Xmas tree, nibbling at the Angels Feet no doubt.

I use to be an half glass sort of guy, you know half full or empty depending on the facts of the day.  Now I'm just glad and happy to have a glass; and, who doesn't give two hoots if it's full or empty.  Oh to be wise........well maybe one day!

One of my other regrets is modern day Feminism.  Ok please close the gapping jaw.
Yes I know I love to submit and serve Woman, to me it's natural.  Should both sexes be paid the same amount for doing the same job to the same standard?  Yep that's a no brainer.  Should Woman be treated far better than many are now? Absolutely!

I think my problem with it is the automatic aggression that seems to go hand in hand with so many Feminists.  And it's not just the Ladies who are aggressive, men who are pro-feminist can be even worse.  It's the verbal onslaughts that get me.  Number one daughter and Her other half both suffer with this affliction, I know they are young and full of black and white opinions and ideals; but like so many they fail to see their vehement shoutings often do more harm than good.  A balanced, reasoned, informed conversation makes a far better inroad.

I'm never sure what they really want, they claim equality is their goal, that is of course impossible, I could never be equal to Mistress, nor do I want to.  I am Hers, I wonder if Feminists would disapprove?  Would they understand? Could they understand?

I have come to the conclusion that FLR/M is far more valuable and precious.  It's a more honourable and loving thing.  It is in my opinion a far more natural way to live.  Most children, as they grow up; are cared for and raised by their Mother.  It is better if they are raised by both parents but now a days it is becoming more common for just the Mother to be around.  This is a shame.  But either way it tends to be the Mother who; until say the child is 9 or 10 has the most influence on them.

It is hard for a Woman to go against common perceptions and traditions, but think if more Woman were the head of the house hold and I'm not talking about the whips and chains bit, the more chance of that family being happier and grounded.  I have learnt that Women want different things to men.  Mainly they are less competitive and greedy (that is most but not all of course).  They want to be safe, warm, with their offspring nurtured and happy.  

The big question I have to ask myself would boys be less aggressive? Hopefully.
Would society be better off, ditto.

Anyway back to my busy Friday, the jobs kept piling in, the lads and I flitter around like bees on sugared-cracked-honey.  My first three jobs all involved dealing with retired members of the public.  Customers one and two both gasped as I gave them the bill, most old people do this even if it's free, I think they have been conditioned to be that way, TV or other Media being the guilty influence.  Then I get the same tired winge, " I'm a poor old pensioner you know" or any discount for pensioners?"  In both cases the large houses and shiny cars standing outside kind of killed any sympathy I might have felt.  I just smile, thanked them and moved on.  The third was an old codger I had done business with before.  It started as it always done with him with a phone call.  He took the normal 5 minutes telling me what had gone wrong, what he had tried to do to fix it and then demanded to know what was wrong and how could he fix it.  As my crystal ball had flat batteries I didn't have a clue.  The problem is that this old curmudgeon wouldn't accept this.  He just kept asking can he fix it without me attending.  In the end I got a little irritated with him and snapped back that if he knew what was wrong he could fix it himself, if not I would have to come out and have a look, and yes it would cost him.  He started to ask again and I made it clear if he wanted me out to say so, if not to leave me alone.  "OK I suppose you'd better come" came the truculent response.

As I arrived at one of the more expensive villages in my area I drove up the lane lined with Privet and Cotswold Stone Walls before turning into the drive of a modern red bricked two storey detached house.  He rushed out to greet me.......no sorry.....meet me, there was no greeting, he wasn't happy to see me.... As I got out of the car he lunched into the same boring tale, his combed over white hair flapping in the breeze.  He bobbed up and down excitedly while tightly gripping the outside of one hand with the palm of the other.  Finally I got him to shut up and point me in the direction of the Unit.  Ten minutes later I'd fixed it, power restored, all systems go; so to say.

As I filled out my report/bill while standing in the kitchen, a lime green affair with cheap looking wooden cabinets he yet again tried to get me to say I could have told him how to fix it over the phone.  I couldn't, also I could not have changed the two parts that needed to be changed over the phone.  I handed him the bill, his nostrils flared, white uncut hair protruded from each nostril.  I waited for the usual old mans comments.......and for once they didn't come.  He wrote out a cheque, signed my paperwork and thrust it at me.  I thanked him and took it.  It's then I made a small error, I pointed out that most old people moan as they hand over their payment.


He was off like a dog on heat, rampant and full of tension.  He shook and quivered as he spoke, launching into a tirade of how hard it was for "Poor old pensioners".  My charges were Exorbitant and Ridiculous.  I pointed out...... Unwisely.....that he lived in a nice, modern house and had a brand new Mercedes parked in the drive.  Spittle splayed from his mean pale lips as he said "it's paying the likes of you that stops me getting the next model up in the range". My blood rose a tad and customer service left the  building.............unfortunately I didn't depart with it.  I countered that N1D was due to have a baby soon and She and Her other half had just managed to move into a rented Maisonette with one and a half bedrooms.  We're helping them out by the way.  I explained that the Daughters other half worked long and awkward hours and She could no longer work as She was expecting.  I pointed out that they didn't have a posh car or a nice house but they should be entitled to a reasonable standing of living, so that they could raise a family.  He didn't quite say that they shouldn't have had a baby as they possible could not fully afford it but it was on the tip of his tongue, that I'm sure of.   Incidentally if he had I would have flattened him.  Anyway I dragged my knuckles of the ground and headed for the door.  As I stepped over the pile of shoes I couldn't help but notice that there were only man size footwear present.  Last time I was there a very nice Lady who gave me Tea and Cake (it was a small piece Mistress, honest).....over the years I have become use to reading the signs, death, divorce, holiday etc.  I flicked my eyes around the hall, men's coats only, no photos on the bookcase this was at best a separation, at worse divorce.  I know I shouldn't but I just couldn't help myself as I asked "Wife out today" (ok I'm not proud of it now) he scowled and snapped "She's gone to live with my daughter". He paused for a second and continued "That bitch has turned Her against me".  His face turned rosy red apple red. I left, not to sure if the Daughter had turned the Mother against him or the other way round.

Maybe one of them was a Feminist!
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Spoon a spoon a kingdom for a spoon

Should all Dominant Woman experience being the other side of the counter?  That was the rather disturbing thought that couldn't help seeping into my mind In between my yelling and dare I say possible screams that leaked out of my gritted teeth the other day.

We had gone to "Devotions" a Femdom play event that I have mentioned before.  It was not as well attended as last time, in fact there seemed to be more Ladies than subs.  As usual the Ladies had all made a wonderful effort, smart, attractive, sensual.  The event commenced with a Ladies Tea Party as before.  The same TV Maid as last time presented herself and enquired what Madam would like; after Mistress had rung the dainty hand bell that sat on the round table.  Tea and cake was ordered, the maid curtsied and went in search of the vitals.

I would like to say shortly afterwards the Tea arrived, but I'd be wrong, there was in fact quite a long wait.  I know this to be true as I was kneeling by the table at Mistresses feet. Oh my poor knees!  Mistress engaged me in light conversation and took the wait with good grace.  Incidentally I would have never got away with such a delay.  Eventually the Tea and Cake arrived,  the Cake sorry Cakes looked fab.  Cupcakes, Custard Slices, Profiteroles perched provocatively on the two tier Cake Stand.  All was looking dandy until the Tea arrived.  Cup and Saucer, fine, half full, not so fine.  No spoon, ugggg,
No sugar, blimey!  The cup handle on the wrong side, slap the head moment.  This happened last time.   I knew Mistress would say something ......  And She did.  The TV maid reduced to a bundle of nerves knew she had mucked up again, fled to find a spoon.

When the maid retreated a second time Mistress tucked in.  She informed me the cake was delicious, Her eyes were gleaming as She looked down at me.  I then had to beg like a dog, paws up, mouth open, little morsels were hand fed to me.  I love this intimacy and bonding.  The bell was tinkled again and the maid returned with a half curtsy, more of a bob, and more tea was ordered.  This duly arrived......no spoon!!!!!!! I though Mistress was going to flip but She just smiled a resigned smile.  The maid moved on, fortunately leaving the 1st cup and saucer on the table, why! Reaching across I picked up the old spoon and looked at Mistress, She nodded and I stirred.  Equilibrium restored.  

After Mistress had quenched Her thirst we moved down to the main room, bondage equipment was positioned on what was evidently normally the dance floor, there were the standard crosses and spanking benches.  The Lady who had kindly organised the event likes to start it off with an ice-breaker game that involves as many Ladies and subs as possible.  The Ladies were asked to sit on one of the chairs that looked outwards in a circle.  The subs had to walk around the circle until the music stopped (sort of pass the parcel). When the music ceased the subs were required to go over the knee of the nearest Lady and take a 20 to 30 second spanking.  After a few rounds a Lady and Her chair were removed and the sub that couldn't get spanked next time the music stopped was out.  I lasted quite a long time.  Some Ladies were gentle and just tapped away, others were to say a little more intense.  It became clear to me some of these wonderful Woman could if they chose give one a dammed good hiding.  One poor boy must have been new to it and squealed away.

There then followed a Santa's Stocking, Mistress had entered me in the "Over the knee Spanking".  You guessed it I got lucky! My name was called, it turned out the Lady who was running the event was to give me the spanking.  Over I went and off She went, I had between 80 to 100 spanks, She knew Her stuff, afterwards I curtsied, thanked Her and left with a warm glow.  Mistress had not been idle and had been busy handing out Her own spanking to another lucky soul who got picked from the stocking.

After the ice-breakers the arena began to be filled up by Ladies keen to play with their property.  Soon the all to familiar sounds of leather on flesh and little moans/cries were audible.  The background music played and Mistress started to get itchy.  As I've said before in mixed BDSM events Mistress does not feel the need/drive to play, here it was different and I was soon commanded over a spanking bench, it had a broad strap the was buckled around the small of my back, but there appeared to be no way to secure my hands or ankles.  "You will just have to hang-on" I was advised.  The warmup started, smack, smack, smack, then the paddle.  Normally at home Mistress takes Her time and really warms me up, this time, maybe because She had already been in action She moved onto the Heavy Strap really quickly.  Because of the background noise communication between us was hard, not impossible, but difficult.  I struggled it was hard and I thrashed around a lot.  Suddenly She grabbed me by the crotch, squeezed as hard as She could and physically lifted my lower half back onto the bench.  Obviously I had moved off as I tried to escape the beating.  Mistress then put Her weight onto my back and carried on.  I suddenly found I was slipping away into subspace.  Mistress knows me too well didn't want to allow this so finger nails were dug into my nether regions.  As I said at the start this is when this stupid idea dropped into my head, I mulled this over between gritting my teeth and squealing.   Eventually I ended up begging.  Normally Mistress will grant mercy at this point but the Sadist in Her won and I had to endure 6 from each of the implements She had to hand.  Abruptly it ceased, I was very relieved but conscious I hadn't covered myself in glory.  Many subs heroically take it all without a murmur.  Personally I always feel you should let the Lady know She's hitting the spot so to say.  Kneeling before Her kissing Her calve high shiny patent lace up boots (which incidentally take ages to lace up!) I was grateful for Her attention, control and love, but boy my butt was on fire!

We retired to the seating area after I wiped down the bench with anti-septic wipes.  I needed a moment and some water.  Mistress was happy as someone who's lost a dime and found a dollar.

She then bumped into an old acquaintance who had started out in the scene as a sub girl but had as we discovered come to Her senses and become Domme.  She was still quite new to it and by Her own admission still learning.  Mistress and Her talked about technique and safety, you know SSC.  There came a point when I was asked for my input.  I recommended that if She played with a new partner and or implement that She asks for a number between 1 and 10 after the first stroke.  1 being almost a tickle and 10 being a "your killing me, stop". This will give Her a good bases of how to proceed during the scene.  The thing I thought was the most important thing to take onboard was that the number would almost certainly change on a daily bases.  The sub maybe stressed, dehydrated, relaxed, tired, happy etc, this always changes the pain threshold. The Lady was pleased with this gem and said She would take it up.

The TV maid I had mentioned earlier came into view and Mistress called her over.  Shortly afterwards the maid found herself over Mistresses knee and got a full on spanking.  On conclusion Mistress checked the maid was ok and went off to the rest room.  I chatted away to the maid who was beaming, I gently pointed out that if she wanted Mistress to ever interact with her again the Tea Service next time would need to be perfect.  The maid looked a little confused as to why.  I explained that if the service was mucked up Mistress would assume that the TV was doing it deliberately to get a spank.  In that case Mistress would feel that the Micky was being taken and would never touch her again.

Mistress wanted to use the electric box on me, but after looking at me for a few seconds sighed and accepted that maybe I'd not be up to another play, I love Her for caring and not pushing me when maybe others would.

A little later as the event wound down we said our goodbyes and left.

Later that evening Mistress got a very polite email from the TV thanking Mistress and promising that the teas service in February would be perfect.  I was pleased as I know that Mistress will be happy with that outcome.

I wonder what wacky thoughts will drop by next time!
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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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