Thoughts About This and That

There is very little that brightens my day more than receiving a poem written especially for me. There is something so very intimate about it. Just the idea that a man writes because he wants to please, makes me feel good. To me that is a special gift. Receiving a poem is like having a beautiful bouquet of spring flowers suddenly appear on your breakfast table. It never fails to bring a smile to my face.



While I won't share most of the poem, there was one line that had a special meaning for me. The sweet pet writes, "An uncollared male is like a horse in the wild desperately needing a rider". While I don't know much about horses, I do know there are a lot of men in this world hoping to find that special lady who is willing to put her collar on them. For the most part these are sweet men that want in some fashion to make a special gift of themselves to the lady in their life.





I have often been criticised for using the slave word in describing my husband. Six years ago John knelt at my feet, closed his eyes, and told me that nothing would make him happier than to live as my slave. On that day John gave me one of the most precious gifts a man can give to a women; a gift of himself. On that day I accepted John's gift, and told him from that day onward he would live as my slave. It didn't mean I would love him any less, but form that day forward he would be subject to my authority. It also meant I would take on the responsibility of disciplining him, and training him to be the man he wanted to become. On that day I put a collar around John's neck, gave him a gentle kiss, and told him he now belonged to me, he was my property.



In those early days of new relationship the kennel was a way of letting John know that my authority over him was for real. In looking back I have no regrets about either the kennel, or in the life that John and I live. It may not be for every one, it may not even be right for most couples in a 'fem/dom' relationship, but it has worked for John and I. A few hours in the kennel, with no television or radio, was a way of letting John know in no uncertain terms who was in control of the relationship. With the command 'kennel up' John has no hesitancy about crawling into the kennel, and locking himself in, because he had trust in me. I am not advocating this for other people, I am not the advice lady. This is just a blog about my experience with a loving submissive man.



Karen, like most young women, wants more of a partnership with her man. In my last posting I used the term managing partner. Never the less, either as a slave husband or junior partner, a man needs to understand that his wife's authority over him is more than a game. It is up to Karen to decide how or if she wants to more her relationship forward.

Love, Mistress Kathy