I believe that Susan's pet made an excellent comment. For a 'fem/dom' relationship to work there needs to be a very serious commitment between the husband and the wife. Without this type of commitment the relationship turns into a game or simple role playing. For many couples there is nothing wrong with this. However, for those couples that truly desire to live the 'fem/dom' lifestyle, a sense commitment is extremely important.
On our wedding day John and I exchanged rings and we made vows to each other in church. On the day John came home he knelt at my feet, and made a vow to become my slave husband. He gave himself to me in an act of love. On that day I accepted his most precious gift and vowed to be his owner and mistress. As a symbol of those vows I placed a collar around his neck and secured it with a small lock.
For several years I wore the key on a chain around my neck. It served as a constant reminder of what John had given up so that he could live the life he wanted. It was also a reminder for me to be the best possible mistress for him. This was a part of my commitment as a mistress wife. As I understood it, being a good mistress to john was part of my duty to him. This meant we were really going to live as mistress/slave, and not just play at it. In my heart I knew it was what he needed, and I was prepared to make the commitment.
It many ways the little key around my neck was also a reminder of John's courage. Yes, it did take courage to kneel at my feet, and say those words to me. What made me feel good was that I knew John meant every word of what he said. He was willing to make the commitments that I required. He was willing to take his name off the bank accounts, off the stock accounts, and live according to my rules. In no uncertain terms John was going to be the closest thing allowed by law to being a real slave. At one point I even thought about branding him, but than decided against it. In a past posting I talked a little about Tara's husband. He was branded, and it made a strong impression on me.
It may seam a little strange to those reading the blog, but the exchange of vows in our living room was a very romantic moment. Here was a man making a gift off himself. By this gift he was willing to become my servant, my slave, or whatever I wanted him to be. Here was a man giving up his freedom, his right to own property, his right to come and go as he pleased. This took a lot of trust. It was a huge commitment. John said 'please take me as your property, and do with me as you will'. He than promised to serve me, and to love me for the rest of his life. How many women have experienced such a loving, romantic moment as this.
From what I have observed submissive men like women who are confident about them selves. They like to be around women who know how to handle ever situation, and are at ease with giving orders. There may be women that are born with this natural gift of confidence , but I am not one of them. There may be women who are born with the natural ability to dominate men.
Again, I am not one of them. Becoming a mistress to my husband was a learned experience.
While working in the studio I learned about the kennel and various commands that Tara used. I became comfortable with the idea of putting a leash on a man, and taking him for a walk.
I learned to feel normal giving men orders, and expecting they would do as told. Yes, I learned to enjoy the feeling of respect from men as they humbled them selves at my feet. Yes, I became hooked on the idea off bossing men around, and making them obey me. However, it was never part of my basic personality. It was never something that I needed in order to be happy.
The dominatrix experience was different than living with a submissive husband. As far as living with a slave husband, Liz was my most important mentor. She is the one who suggested the use of a kennel. She freely showed her husband off to me. Liz showed me how she disciplined him, and how she trained him. In the beginning she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted her husband to be. She explained that it took time to gain confidence. Sometimes, she said, you do the wrong thing. The important thing, Liz said, was to always let the man know you are the boss, you are in control, and that is the way it is going to be. Once in a 'fem/dom' relationship never let the man think that he has a choice. Let him know that the day he is no longer willing to obey you, or the day he decides not to accept your punishments, the relationship with you is over.
It was a joy to watch Liz interact with her husband. Remember the posting about my uncle and his hunting dogs. It was like that, except on a much more sophisticated level. She worked with her husband almost every day to fine tone his skills. The smallest finger or hand moments was a signal for him to do something; fetch, come, go, or whatever. Just like my uncle enjoyed working his dogs, she enjoyed working her husband. Just like the dogs enjoyed being worked, her husband enjoyed the feeling of being ordered around and about by his lovely wife. Like John, Liz's husband has the heart of a slave. He loves to please, he loves to take orders, and feels comfortable living in the shadow of his mistress.
Over a short time I came to realize that for a submissive man the real joy in life was to be under his wife's command. For those of you who have not read this blog, I knew that john was very submissive. If I was not going to be his mistress, he would be a very unhappy man, or he was going to sneak out to find another dominatrix. If I could have turned off his need for female domination, I would have done so. Knowing it was not possible, I resolved to become John's mistress. While I am not naturally dominant, I have come to enjoy the role of the dominant wife.
However, it was a learned experience, and not something I was born with. Just being around other dominant women tends to make a female more dominant.
What made the 'fem/dom' idea work for me was Liz, and the relationship she had with her husband. It was obvious that they were a happy couple, and her husband truly enjoyed living the life of a slave. They were deeply committed to one another. She as a mistress. He as a slave. On many occasions she told me that she would never go back to having a more normal relationship with her husband. She loved being served, she loved having her man at her beck and call, and above all having the freedom to never worry about explaining her self to anyone. Many of those same things sounded good to me. Once, as a present Tara sent a slave to my house to clean it from top to bottom. I loved it. Yes, I laughed, and told my self that this is the way all men should be trained.
Like me, Liz was not naturally dominant. She learned the basics from Tara, and developed her style of leadership on a trail and error basis. There were things she did right, there were things she did wrong. However, taken all together she enjoyed the life she had with her husband. She learned to enjoy being the head of the house as well as mistress to her husband. As I watched them together I resolved that my husband was going to be as well trained and disciplined as that of Liz's husband. If she could do it, and like it, so could I.
When I slipped the collar on Johns neck, I knew it would not all be easy. I knew there would be moments of rebellion. There would be times when his male ego would act up. In my mind I resolved to be the best mistress I could be. This meant having the courage to punish John, and the tenacity to always demand obedience from him. This was the commitment I made to both myself and the man I loved.
As John knelt at my feet that day, I knew we had taken the first steps to becoming mistress and slave as well as husband and wife. Yes, I took a deep breath and told myself this can be done.
Love, Mistress Kathy
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The Day John Came Home
It was one of those special days. It was like my wedding day, one of those days I will remember for ever. John followed me home from the coffee shop. He was nervous, so was I. We both understood that from that point on our relationship would be very different than it had been in the past. I had doubts. Could I really be the mistress/wife, could I be the dominatrix that my husband needed. In general, I knew what had to be done, but doing it was something else.
As we walked into the house I took a deep breath.
As I have said in the blog it is one thing to dominate a man in a studio, it is quite something else to live with a submissive husband. Once inside the house I casually ordered John to strip. I wanted him naked just like the men in the studio. When he was done, he knelt at my feet. I remember taking the back of his neck in my hand, and pulling his face down to my lap. I wanted to hug him, to kiss him so very much; but I knew it wasn't the right time. Very gently, I rubbed the back of his neck. I reassured John that I still loved him, and wanted him to be my man.
However, as much as I cared for him, he was going to have to earn his place back into my life.
With a little whimper like a kitten, I heard him say 'yes mistress'. My strong muscular man was so humble and so contrite. I thought how could a women not love a man who was so willing to surrender himself to her.
For those of you who think this was a totally humiliating experience for John it was not. It was a moment of quite redemption for him. At the moment I heard him whisper 'yes mistress' I forgave him for seeing the dominatrix. It was time to start life anew as mistress and slave. The idea of living as my slave may have been somewhat humiliating for John, but it was something that he had always wanted. For those of you who are in 'fem/dom' relationship you know how much courage it takes for the male to submit to his wife. Over the last five years I have been very impressed with John. He understands who he is, and what he needs to be happy. This is an accomplishment that most men never undertake.
That afternoon I taught John his first command. When I snap my fingers, he drops to the ground. To me this is a very basic command that any submissive male should be taught by his wife. As a mistress you can use it any time, almost any place, for any purpose. If a man stats to argue with you, a quick snap of the fingers puts him in his place. If you want him out of the way, and you don't have a kennel, this command brings him to the floor. In that position John is required to be absolutely silent unless mistress asks a specific question. He is required to stay in that position, very still, until mistress allows him to rise. Some women will make fun of this command, but like the kennel, it is a very good training tool. Also, from time to time it is a handy way to get you man form 'underfoot' when you don't want him around. The man never knows if mistress intends to keep him in that position for a minute or an hour, he just knows to stay in position until the mistress gives the command to rise.
That first afternoon I started training John to be a slave husband. He started learning commands that I expected him to obey. He was introduced to the kennel.
That afternoon John understood that what we were doing was not some type of silly game. Yes, I really expected something close to total obedience from him, and I expected him to serve me like a slave husband. In no uncertain terms I told him that if he thought Mistress Tara was hard on him, he hadn't seen anything yet. It was the first day of the rest of our lives.
As we walked into the house I took a deep breath.
As I have said in the blog it is one thing to dominate a man in a studio, it is quite something else to live with a submissive husband. Once inside the house I casually ordered John to strip. I wanted him naked just like the men in the studio. When he was done, he knelt at my feet. I remember taking the back of his neck in my hand, and pulling his face down to my lap. I wanted to hug him, to kiss him so very much; but I knew it wasn't the right time. Very gently, I rubbed the back of his neck. I reassured John that I still loved him, and wanted him to be my man.
However, as much as I cared for him, he was going to have to earn his place back into my life.
With a little whimper like a kitten, I heard him say 'yes mistress'. My strong muscular man was so humble and so contrite. I thought how could a women not love a man who was so willing to surrender himself to her.
For those of you who think this was a totally humiliating experience for John it was not. It was a moment of quite redemption for him. At the moment I heard him whisper 'yes mistress' I forgave him for seeing the dominatrix. It was time to start life anew as mistress and slave. The idea of living as my slave may have been somewhat humiliating for John, but it was something that he had always wanted. For those of you who are in 'fem/dom' relationship you know how much courage it takes for the male to submit to his wife. Over the last five years I have been very impressed with John. He understands who he is, and what he needs to be happy. This is an accomplishment that most men never undertake.
That afternoon I taught John his first command. When I snap my fingers, he drops to the ground. To me this is a very basic command that any submissive male should be taught by his wife. As a mistress you can use it any time, almost any place, for any purpose. If a man stats to argue with you, a quick snap of the fingers puts him in his place. If you want him out of the way, and you don't have a kennel, this command brings him to the floor. In that position John is required to be absolutely silent unless mistress asks a specific question. He is required to stay in that position, very still, until mistress allows him to rise. Some women will make fun of this command, but like the kennel, it is a very good training tool. Also, from time to time it is a handy way to get you man form 'underfoot' when you don't want him around. The man never knows if mistress intends to keep him in that position for a minute or an hour, he just knows to stay in position until the mistress gives the command to rise.
That first afternoon I started training John to be a slave husband. He started learning commands that I expected him to obey. He was introduced to the kennel.
That afternoon John understood that what we were doing was not some type of silly game. Yes, I really expected something close to total obedience from him, and I expected him to serve me like a slave husband. In no uncertain terms I told him that if he thought Mistress Tara was hard on him, he hadn't seen anything yet. It was the first day of the rest of our lives.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
For Love of a Man 8
While! I can't believe all the comments triggered by the last posting. There is something about locking a man in a cage that brings out the emotions in people. For any women who wants to, or feels the need to establish a true 'fem/dom' marriage, the kennel is a wonderful tool. From my experience with John, there are other things that can work almost as well, but nothing has quite the same effect as the kennel.
In my opinion the kennel operates on the male mind in several different ways. As I said in the last posting, once inside the kennel the wife has all of the control. A man may beg for release, but he is not getting our until mistress decides it is time. In this way the man becomes accustomed to seeing his mistress/wife as the power person in the relationship. This is the first step in taking the 'fem/dom' relationship beyond the level of a game. Just the idea that the husband understands that the wife can put him in the kennel, with a simple command, adds to the idea that the wife is the one who is in control. The husband quickly learns to respect the authority that the wife has over him.
When a man is first placed in the kennel it is an exciting experience for him. It is much like the first time the wife gives him an over the knee spanking. However, after a few hours in the kennel, it tends to become very boring. Being made to spend the night in the kennel is even worse. The kennel I used for John was modeled after the one used in Tara's studio. It was long enough for a man to lay in, and sit up in. The entrance door was very small, which forced the man to crawl in on his hands and knees. When John slept in the kennel he had two plastic bottles. One for water, and one to pee in. If he was a good boy that day, he would also have had a little foam pad to lay on.
After spending a night in the kennel John was always very happy to be freed. More than anything else, being made to sleep in the kennel, made him feel like a house slave. We had a ritual. Upon being released, he would crawl to through the small opening where I would be standing. He would then kiss my feet and thank me for letting him out. I would then snap a leash on his collar, and walk him to the bath room. It was a very demeaning experience for him. He was, however, learning to be my slave. He was leaning to understand that the orders I gave to him were real. He was learning to understand that I really did want total obedience from him.
In the world today I am sure there are fem/dom groups that debate the use of the kennel, as well as other discipline tools. The use of the kennel is a choice I made. At the same time there are women who will use a whip or cane on their man. As you may know from reading the blog, this is something I have chosen not to do.
Letting John come home was a happy time for me, but it was also a difficult time. If it had been possible to flip a switch, and simply turn off John's need for female domination, I would have done it. There was no question in my mind that I would have been happy to continue our marriage the way it was before finding the panties in his gym bag. The problem, of course, was that John was a very submissive man. In my opinion it was just not a fetish, but the need to submit was an important part of his personality. The only way John could be truly happy in life was to be under the thumb of a strong women.
The kennel was a way to let John know that I had confidence to be both his mistress wife and his dominatrix.
When John and I talked in the coffee shop I was not hesitant about using the slave word. In no uncertain terms I let John know that if he came home he was going to live as my slave. He would not have freedom to come and go, he would have no control over money, he would live in a world of 'may I'. I also told him that as his mistress wife I was prepared to help him live the life of a slave husband. That meant I cared enough to discipline him, and to train him to be the slave husband that I wanted. What he needed to understand was that this was not going to be a game. On some fundamental level I thought this mistress/slave relationship would last a year or so, and then we would slowly gravitate to being a more normal couple. However, the opposite happened. The more John submitted to my authority, the more natural it became for him.
This is not meant as a criticism, but John has the heart of a slave. He enjoys serving, he enjoys pleasing me, and he feels more comfortable taking orders then giving them. He also responds well to discipline. Over a very short time he developed a real sense of fear of me as his mistress. He understands that I can and will punish him when necessary. Except for wanting to jump the fence every once in a while, John has no desire for freedom.
On the other hand, as John became more submissive to me in every day lie, it was easier for me to take on the mistress role. In short time it became very natural for me to give John orders, to direct every phase of his life. When I went out with friends at night it felt natural to confine John to the house. I learned to love the idea that John's primary role in life, aside from work, was to 'wait on' and 'wait for' me. Submissive men like John are wonderfully attentive to the women that own them. Yes, I got hooked on having a man that was always at my 'beck and call'.
Not every submissive man needs to be a slave husband. However, I do think it would be good for society if more men learned to serve their wives in every day life. It would be good for society if more men learned to recognize their wives as head of house. In my opinion a respectful husband is a loving husband.
There are many people who will say that the way I treat John is cruel. The truth is that John is happiest as a slave husband. This is may not be true for all submissive men, but it is for little guy.
Love, Kathy
In my opinion the kennel operates on the male mind in several different ways. As I said in the last posting, once inside the kennel the wife has all of the control. A man may beg for release, but he is not getting our until mistress decides it is time. In this way the man becomes accustomed to seeing his mistress/wife as the power person in the relationship. This is the first step in taking the 'fem/dom' relationship beyond the level of a game. Just the idea that the husband understands that the wife can put him in the kennel, with a simple command, adds to the idea that the wife is the one who is in control. The husband quickly learns to respect the authority that the wife has over him.
When a man is first placed in the kennel it is an exciting experience for him. It is much like the first time the wife gives him an over the knee spanking. However, after a few hours in the kennel, it tends to become very boring. Being made to spend the night in the kennel is even worse. The kennel I used for John was modeled after the one used in Tara's studio. It was long enough for a man to lay in, and sit up in. The entrance door was very small, which forced the man to crawl in on his hands and knees. When John slept in the kennel he had two plastic bottles. One for water, and one to pee in. If he was a good boy that day, he would also have had a little foam pad to lay on.
After spending a night in the kennel John was always very happy to be freed. More than anything else, being made to sleep in the kennel, made him feel like a house slave. We had a ritual. Upon being released, he would crawl to through the small opening where I would be standing. He would then kiss my feet and thank me for letting him out. I would then snap a leash on his collar, and walk him to the bath room. It was a very demeaning experience for him. He was, however, learning to be my slave. He was leaning to understand that the orders I gave to him were real. He was learning to understand that I really did want total obedience from him.
In the world today I am sure there are fem/dom groups that debate the use of the kennel, as well as other discipline tools. The use of the kennel is a choice I made. At the same time there are women who will use a whip or cane on their man. As you may know from reading the blog, this is something I have chosen not to do.
Letting John come home was a happy time for me, but it was also a difficult time. If it had been possible to flip a switch, and simply turn off John's need for female domination, I would have done it. There was no question in my mind that I would have been happy to continue our marriage the way it was before finding the panties in his gym bag. The problem, of course, was that John was a very submissive man. In my opinion it was just not a fetish, but the need to submit was an important part of his personality. The only way John could be truly happy in life was to be under the thumb of a strong women.
The kennel was a way to let John know that I had confidence to be both his mistress wife and his dominatrix.
When John and I talked in the coffee shop I was not hesitant about using the slave word. In no uncertain terms I let John know that if he came home he was going to live as my slave. He would not have freedom to come and go, he would have no control over money, he would live in a world of 'may I'. I also told him that as his mistress wife I was prepared to help him live the life of a slave husband. That meant I cared enough to discipline him, and to train him to be the slave husband that I wanted. What he needed to understand was that this was not going to be a game. On some fundamental level I thought this mistress/slave relationship would last a year or so, and then we would slowly gravitate to being a more normal couple. However, the opposite happened. The more John submitted to my authority, the more natural it became for him.
This is not meant as a criticism, but John has the heart of a slave. He enjoys serving, he enjoys pleasing me, and he feels more comfortable taking orders then giving them. He also responds well to discipline. Over a very short time he developed a real sense of fear of me as his mistress. He understands that I can and will punish him when necessary. Except for wanting to jump the fence every once in a while, John has no desire for freedom.
On the other hand, as John became more submissive to me in every day lie, it was easier for me to take on the mistress role. In short time it became very natural for me to give John orders, to direct every phase of his life. When I went out with friends at night it felt natural to confine John to the house. I learned to love the idea that John's primary role in life, aside from work, was to 'wait on' and 'wait for' me. Submissive men like John are wonderfully attentive to the women that own them. Yes, I got hooked on having a man that was always at my 'beck and call'.
Not every submissive man needs to be a slave husband. However, I do think it would be good for society if more men learned to serve their wives in every day life. It would be good for society if more men learned to recognize their wives as head of house. In my opinion a respectful husband is a loving husband.
There are many people who will say that the way I treat John is cruel. The truth is that John is happiest as a slave husband. This is may not be true for all submissive men, but it is for little guy.
Love, Kathy
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
For Love of a Man 7 'A Special Purchase'
As I walked out of the coffee shop, I knew it was time to let John come home. If you have been reading the blog, you know that we had a difficult, but very frank conversation. While most of the feelings of anger had passed, I still felt a very real sense of hurt and betrayal. At lest by now I did know enough about dominance, submission, and things in between that I could have an intelligent conversation with John.
Yes, from talking with Tara, my new friend Liz, and the men in the studio; I had a very good sense of what John needed to be content with life. He needed a wife that would dominate him, and at times become his dominatrix. This meant major changes in the way John and I related to each other. In the coffee shop I told him that he would be something of a slave husband. I told him that if he came home I expected total obedience. He would have no control over money and very little personal freedom. I simply asked him if he could live this way on an ongoing basis. Without a second thought he answered 'yes mistress.' That was the first time he called me mistress.
When he finished speaking I told him that I didn't want his answer today. I told him to think about it over the next week, and meet me back in the coffee shop the following weekend. I told him that if he wanted to live as a slave husband, and if I felt he was sincere, he could come home with me the following Saturday. The smile on John's face left me with absolutely no doubt that he was willing to become my slave. Deep down, that is what he had always wanted.
While I was ready to let John back into the house, I was not ready to let him back into my bed.
In the studio we often used a kennel as a training tool, or as simply a place to put a man when you needed to get him out of the way. It was a very powerful training tool. In the studio the man always has superior physical strength over the dominatrix that is handling him. However, once locked inside the kennel, the female holds all of the power, and the male has none. Any authority he may have due to his physical strength is lost once inside the locked kennel.
Aside from the loss of any type of power, being locked in the kennel comes with an acute sense of humiliation. It was during my first week working with Tara that she suggested locking me in the kennel. She told me that the kennel was a very strong experience for the guys, and the only way I could really understand it was to spend just a little time locked in the cage. Before I knew what was happening, I found my self crawling into the small opening, and watching Tara press the lock closed. She then left me along in the room. I have never felt so helpless in all of my life. I thought what if she doesn't come back. There was no way I could ever free my self from the inside.
It was also humiliating to be down on my hands and knees waiting for rescue. Tara checked on me once during the hour or so I was in the kennel. Instead of letting me out her, she sent her husband in with the key. Having a man see me locked in the kennel only added to my feeling of total humiliation. He stood just behind the kennel watching my 'rear end' as I crawled out of the little door on my hands and knees. I thought it must be such a nice treat for him to watch. Tara then asked him he he enjoyed watching we crawl out. As he answered, 'yes mistress', she just laughed. She then sent him from the room. We talked. She asked me how I felt about the experience. I told her it was the most humiliating experience of my life. The experience did help me understand the value of a kennel as training tool, and as a punishment tool for the male.
One of things that I made John understand was that our 'fem/dom' relationship was going to be real. It was not going to be a game. As part of this John was going to be sleeping in a kennel, not in a bed with mistress. Upon coming home the second command John learned to obey was 'kennel up'. Upon receiving this command he was to immediately walk to the kennel, crawl in, and snap the lock closed. He understood that spending time locked in a kennel was just a part of being a slave husband. It was never for him to understand why mistress wanted him in the kennel, it was just for him to obey when commanded. Love, Mistress Kathy
Yes, from talking with Tara, my new friend Liz, and the men in the studio; I had a very good sense of what John needed to be content with life. He needed a wife that would dominate him, and at times become his dominatrix. This meant major changes in the way John and I related to each other. In the coffee shop I told him that he would be something of a slave husband. I told him that if he came home I expected total obedience. He would have no control over money and very little personal freedom. I simply asked him if he could live this way on an ongoing basis. Without a second thought he answered 'yes mistress.' That was the first time he called me mistress.
When he finished speaking I told him that I didn't want his answer today. I told him to think about it over the next week, and meet me back in the coffee shop the following weekend. I told him that if he wanted to live as a slave husband, and if I felt he was sincere, he could come home with me the following Saturday. The smile on John's face left me with absolutely no doubt that he was willing to become my slave. Deep down, that is what he had always wanted.
While I was ready to let John back into the house, I was not ready to let him back into my bed.
In the studio we often used a kennel as a training tool, or as simply a place to put a man when you needed to get him out of the way. It was a very powerful training tool. In the studio the man always has superior physical strength over the dominatrix that is handling him. However, once locked inside the kennel, the female holds all of the power, and the male has none. Any authority he may have due to his physical strength is lost once inside the locked kennel.
Aside from the loss of any type of power, being locked in the kennel comes with an acute sense of humiliation. It was during my first week working with Tara that she suggested locking me in the kennel. She told me that the kennel was a very strong experience for the guys, and the only way I could really understand it was to spend just a little time locked in the cage. Before I knew what was happening, I found my self crawling into the small opening, and watching Tara press the lock closed. She then left me along in the room. I have never felt so helpless in all of my life. I thought what if she doesn't come back. There was no way I could ever free my self from the inside.
It was also humiliating to be down on my hands and knees waiting for rescue. Tara checked on me once during the hour or so I was in the kennel. Instead of letting me out her, she sent her husband in with the key. Having a man see me locked in the kennel only added to my feeling of total humiliation. He stood just behind the kennel watching my 'rear end' as I crawled out of the little door on my hands and knees. I thought it must be such a nice treat for him to watch. Tara then asked him he he enjoyed watching we crawl out. As he answered, 'yes mistress', she just laughed. She then sent him from the room. We talked. She asked me how I felt about the experience. I told her it was the most humiliating experience of my life. The experience did help me understand the value of a kennel as training tool, and as a punishment tool for the male.
One of things that I made John understand was that our 'fem/dom' relationship was going to be real. It was not going to be a game. As part of this John was going to be sleeping in a kennel, not in a bed with mistress. Upon coming home the second command John learned to obey was 'kennel up'. Upon receiving this command he was to immediately walk to the kennel, crawl in, and snap the lock closed. He understood that spending time locked in a kennel was just a part of being a slave husband. It was never for him to understand why mistress wanted him in the kennel, it was just for him to obey when commanded. Love, Mistress Kathy
Election Day
Once again thank every one that was kind enough to leave a comment. With work and special projects I have not had quite enough time to tend to the blog.
This morning John and I went to vote. We voted early. On the way out I asked John who he voted for. He answered "the way you instructed me to vote, mistress." That earned him a "good boy".
I am just curious how many wives require their husbands to vote a certain way.
Love, Mistress Kathy
This morning John and I went to vote. We voted early. On the way out I asked John who he voted for. He answered "the way you instructed me to vote, mistress." That earned him a "good boy".
I am just curious how many wives require their husbands to vote a certain way.
Love, Mistress Kathy
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