Proper Instructions

I saw this at the DommePics blog, and just loved it. It's Femdom for sure, but not "mean" Femdom.

I’m Tired, Dear

So, you know when you are in the mood, and your wife is not? Well, here is an interesting solution:

We are a monogamous couple, I am the submissive husband, my wife is the dominant wife. I am a strong, macho, Naked Butler who loves to take care of My Lady while dressed in nothing but a leather apron. Cooking, cleaning, windows and garden work are all par for the course. Whatever she needs and whatever she desires she gets. I am *not* a sissy-slave, and certainly not a cuckold – My Lady has told me many times that I am “good in bed”, and a great lay. In bed, we do whatever she wants, but I do take the lead. We finish when she says we are done.

But I am much hornier than she is. Well, of course, I’m a guy.

One day, after I had finished the dishes dressed only in my apron, I approached My Lady. She was sitting in front of the computer playing Zuma (she’s addicted to that silly game). She is a short, cute brunette with ample bosom, and tonight she was dressed in a simple house frock with high-heel sandals (she does that for me because they are really hot), just sitting in front of the ‘puter and clicking away at those little Zuma things. Zoo-bah, Zoo-bah. Another line down.

I came up to her, smiled, and asked her if she was tired. That’s our way of saying “I want sex”. She looked at me and sighed and said “I’m exhausted”. That’s our key word of saying “no, I’m not interested”. And my face fell. Boy, was I disappointed. And she looked at me with a glance of pity and a kind of smirk on her face. I have learned to both like and fear that smirk.

“But if you want, we can do something interesting” she said.

I responded “What, a quickie? Well . . . “ although I am open for sex at any time, I have a problem with “quickies”, as they involve only penetration, with not much attention paid to the orgasmic needs of the woman. I get my rocks off, but it leaves me feeling a bit out of it, even though I’m a guy. I need to satisfy her – it might be altruism, it might be ego, it might be something else, I don’t know – but I NEED to satisfy her.

“No, no, not a quickie, something else”, she said “What?” I responded, and now she’s got me curious. “Well, go to the bedroom, take off that apron and wait for me” That means I’ll be naked in the bedroom while I’m waiting for her. A bit, eh, vulnerable. “Well, I’ll shower first . . . “ I started to say, but she cut me off with “no, no, don’t do that, at least not yet . . . “ oh, boy, WHAT does this woman have in mind? Well, if she wants to, then I don’t have much of a choice, now, do I?

So, I go to the bedroom, after a stop at the bathroom, hang up my apron, and sit down on the bed, and wait. And wait. I take a book and lie down and start to read.

And then My Lady walks in, and says “what are you doing laying down there, boy? Get your butt off the bed!” Oh, yes Ma’am. “Stand here at the foot of the bed, boy”. And I notice that she is wearing the same things she was before, but she has a kind of twig or long branch in her hand. She whips it through the air with a whiiish. Kind of like the Zuma noise, but more threatening. “Get down on the ground at the foot of the bed, boy”. And so I sit down there. “No, no, no” and give me a little thwack on the side of the leg “don’t sit cross legged, sit with your butt on the ground and put your legs up here on the bed” but this is rather uncomfortable, and I have to lean back and lay down on the floor “Yes, that’s right, boy, lay down on the floor, with your legs on the bed”. And she approaches me with her branch, which she uses as a riding crop and sticks it between my legs and says “spread ‘em, Mister”. Woa. So I spread my legs apart.

So now I am laying on the floor, with my feet on the bed, spread apart, with My Lady right above me looking at me. “That’s better, you horny dog”. Yow. WHAT did she just say? “Uh, ma’am . . . “  and she shuts me up with “quiet you. Listen, Mister, I know you are just a horny dawg and will remain a horny dawg. When I’m in the mood to take advantage of that, then fine, I’ll have mine from your very capable appendages. But now, I’M NOT IN THE MOOD, DUDE.” I look up at her and say “Ok, fine, Ma’am, I . . . “

“Get it, Mister?”

“Yes, I do, Ma’am”

“So, since you approached me when I’m not in the mood and am very tired, I’m going to have you lay there and take care of yourself while I watch”

Whaaaat!?

“Yes, you heard me, now start working. Masturbate you Horny Canine! I want to watch you getting hard, I want you to know that it’s not going in me, I’m not going to touch it, and the only thing you have tonight is your own hand, and my crop. So get to it.”

“OK, yes, Ma’am” and I get to work stroking my meat.

And I keep on at it, while she gives me some comments, like “you like doing this, don’t you? You like masturbating, don’t you? For your wife – in front of your wife who is refusing to give you sex, all you can do it jack off and hope she won’t get offended”.

Unbelievable. I had thought that I was not into humiliation, but here I am stroking my very hard penis in front of my very cute wife, and all I could do is to say “Yes, that’s the way I am – I can’t help it”

What the hell happened to me?

And I keep on going, and it is very hard, and the veins are sticking out and I am actually having a good time.

“Tell me when you’re close, boy” she says

And when I get close I start to arch my back and say and moan and grunt  “OK, here, here, it . . . “

“STOP!!!” And she thwacks my member with her branch. It also hits my hand.

Owwwwwwww. That hurt.

But Mr. Penis is still pretty hard, and my wife looks at it and smiles and starts to play with it using the crop.

“Wants some attention, doesn’t it, eh?” she asks me. While she bobbles it up and down some more.

“Yes, ma’am, it does”

“Heh ,heh, too bad about that. Want me to finish you off?” I didn’t think this was in the plan, so I respond “Well, sure, I do . . . “   and she again cuts me off an barks “Well, you can kiss my ass, horny dawg. “ and little did I know, but at that point she comes over to me and sits on my face, and says “Well, boy, wanna cum? Kiss my ass!!” and I normally love doing this to her so it’s not too hard, and I lift my tongue up to her ass_hole and push it in. “OK, good tongue by the way hon, but Kiss it!” and then I give it a good-old fashioned kiss. “That’s better”

And then she gets up, and looks at me and says “Well, now that I’ve got a husband who kisses my ass, and likes it, you can cum”.

And I continue to stroke, and after a few seconds I am ready, and look around for a tissue.

“No, just come on your stomach”

And then I shoot my load right on to my hairy belly.

“Good, that’s good. Nice. I like to see a good load. Good job, boy! Now clean it up!”

And only then does she allow me to wipe off the “mess”.

I doze off (of course), and next thing I know she is coming out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around her torso “Well, aren’t you going to take a shower, I could use a biological hot water bottle!” Oh, sure, so I get up and go to the shower. She glances as the dried semen in my abdominal hairs and remarks “A shame, such a waste of precious bodily fluids. We’ll have to see what we can do next time”, and so I shower, come out, and we go to sleep together.

Good night.

Wow, what a woman.

My Naked Butler

This is a story that could happen, and in my opinion could easily happen, and could serve as an example of how Feminine Femdom can benefit both the man and the woman. And she doesn't have to do too much work. Your feedback is welcome.

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Our morning is kind of hectic, what with getting the kids out to school, and me going off to work. Sometimes the night before we don’t really have time to clean up the kitchen.

Our kitchen is a woman’s dream: Three ovens (one for meat, one for dairy, and a big one for home-made bread), two sinks, and an “island” in the middle. There is also a breakfast nook, where yes, we have made the occasional nookie (couldn’t resist, folks), and two ceiling fans. My Lady designed it, and she loves it.

So, after the kids were gone, I looked at the mess of the kitchen. The night before we were just exhausted and went to bed – eh, to sleep. Rats. So, me being a guy, I’m kinda horny. And I come up with an idea:

“Hey, hon, let’s do that Naked Butler thing”

And she looks at me with a look that can only be described as WTF!?

“You know, where all I wear is a small apron, and a smile. I’ll do all the dishes, and clean the counters.”

And I saw a slow smile spreading on her face, that smile I have learned to be careful about. “Sure” she responds. “But you’ve got to finish everything, and I’ll inspect it”. Yowzer.  Mr.Sergeant stands up at attention.

So, I go change into the apron, and she goes back to the bedroom to take her morning shower. Back at the kitchen, I get to work. The cool air wafts over my buttocks (I sound like Forrest Gump), and I kind of like the liberating feeling. I close and lock the front door (you never know), and close the blinds, but not all the way – just so no one can see in.

I’m making headway on one of the sinks when M’Lady walks in and says “Hi, Mister, enjoying the project, hmmm?” She is dressed in simple clothes, but the key is her sheer stockinged feet and high-heeled sandals. She knows I am weak-kneed when she wears these, and apparently she is taking advantage of that now.

I looked back at her, and knowing that I had better give a good answer say “Oh, it’s pleasure to work for you, Ma’am”

“Good. I’ll be right back” and she goes to the front door, unlocks it, and goes out into the garden. I’m worried that the door is unlocked now, but she comes back in a few minutes.

By this time I’m done with Sink No.1.

I lean back for a break, but M’Lady is having none of it “Don’t stop, Mister Butler, keep on working, you’re not paying me the big bucks just to hang around, you know”.

And alluvasudden, I feel a thwack and sting on my left butt-cheek. And I look back startled and see that she has a thin branch that she is using as a riding crop. Damned if I wasn’t starting to slightly head into what people call “sub-space”, and responded with a hard erection. I smile sheepishly.

“Oh, you like working for me, don’t you, Mr. Butler, hmmm? “

“Uh, sure, Ma’am” is all I can say.

“Well, get going on that second sink, then, boy, what are you waiting for?”

Then she sits down on a chair in the breakfast nook, and puts up her feet on the island like a big boss. The only thing missing was a cigar. And I had trouble concentrating with those feet of hers in her sandals so close, yet so far. Ynnnnngggg.

I start on the second sink with less than full enthusiasm, and she tweaks me with the twig again.

“Next time, I’ll look for a convenient orifice, boy”

“Yes, ma’am” once again. She’s got me speechless.

So, I work on the second sink and she leans back on the chair and picks up a newspaper to read. She’s making it very clear that I am the worker and she belongs to the leisurely class. And by golly, Dear Reader, I must admit that Mr.Sergeant was still at attention, and I was liking this more and more.

After I was done, I turned around, and said “Ma’am, I’m finished here”

And M’Lady responded “Oh, no, you’re not finished until I say you are finished” and proceeded to inspect both sinks. “Here” thwack!! “You forgot to clean the sink itself!” Oh, sorry, and I take care of it.

“Very well, boy, you seem to finished with your duty in the kitchen, and now it’s my turn” (huh? Wasn’t I doing this for her in the first place?)

“Get over here and give me a foot rub”

Oh, this is something new. So, I sit down next to her and take first one foot then the other out of her sandals, and rub them down. “Yesss, yess, that’s it, you know what to do . . .”

“Glad to be of service, Ma’am” and she leans back and her head looks toward the ceiling and she closes her eyes. I think she likes it.

After a few minutes she tells me “Thanks, boy, good job. Here’s a treat” and she gets up and gives me a very wet, very deep French kiss, the kind you don’t even see in movies. She held on to my head tightly, not letting me go for a while.

After she let me go, she looked at me and said “OK, let’s get to work. Get dressed, boy, and don’t let anyone see that cute tush of yours”

And I am left looking at her, sporting a blazing erection, with no release in sight.

“We might take care of that later, Mister, if you behave yourself. Now scoot !!”

… and I go back to the bedroom, get dressed, and go off for work.

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So, tell me, when I suggested something like this to my vanilla wife, sans the erotic details, she freaked. Can anybody tell me why?

Let's Get Started

This is going to be my blog, talking about my relationship, or relationships, and especially about my effort to involve my wife in a more Woman-Led-Relationship.

She is a sweet woman, a good woman, but she is woefully vanilla. She is also intensely private, especially in the sexual realm. In fact, if I try to talk to her about things, she clams up. Alas.

So, I've been reading around, and will be meeting with some people soon to see how I can open her up a bit, and most of all to see what I can do that will improve her lot.

That is, Femdom is about "Female Domination", right? It's about the woman taking charge, right? It shouldn't be about the guy getting his rocks off, right? So, cool - let the Female do the Domme, no?