It is Tuesday morning and I am enjoying my first day off from work in quite some time.
The reality of our life has changed a great deal during the past several months. My sweet husband is now fully retired-no longer a wage slave. On the other hand I am still employed. Having a full time house husband is quite different from sharing one with a job. It is an adjustment for both of us, but in the long run it will be good.
Over the weekend a neighbor friend came over for coffee. She opened the conversation by saying that her eighteen year old son purchased a car. It was a used car with high millage, but she was proud of the fact that her son purchased it with his own money. Some of the money came from allowances, family gifts, and that type of thing, but much of the money came from his summer jobs.
With a little bit of a smile I asked when he was going to show it off to us. "Oh, he is driving all over taking his friends for rides and talking about how it can be fixed up", she replied.
Most of this conversation occurred while John was emptying the dishwasher and putting up the breakfast dishes. He, like most men loves to listen in on female conversations even when he does not take part in them. When you live with a man for a long time you can tell when he is thinking about something. What is on your mind, sweetie, I asked him. At first his reply was a simple 'O nothing' type of answer. Then he said I was thinking about Carol's eighteen year old son. In what way, I asked John. 'Well, he is only eighteen and he has more spending money and freedom than I have' he said.
John's response made me laugh a little, but in another way it was surprising to see that he was envious of this young man. It was then my turn for a 'well' type answer. 'Well, a long time ago you gave up freedom to become my slave', I reminded him. 'It was a choice you made" I emphasized.
'Do you regret it', I asked. 'No mistress' he reopened, but in some ways I could tell he was envious of the young man's freedom to go where he pleased and spend money as he wished.
At that moment my 'mistress' intuition kicked in. I snapped my fingers bringing John to Command Position. In things like yoga and body pump classes it is referred to as a child pose, except there is no talking unless answering a direct questions, and the guy is not allowed movement until given permission. It is something we both learned in the studio. Over the years I have appreciated the value of training a man with this simple hand command. In no uncertain terms it lets a man know who is in control and who is not.
After placing him in Command Position I continued for several minutes with my computer and coffee while he remained in place. I needed to remind him of what it felt like to be a slave-to be my slave.
After a few more minutes I again reminded him that giving up freedom was his decision, and that as long as we were married he would remain my little slave boy. He might be seventy or eighty years old I told him, but he would always be my little slave boy. And, although this might seem foolish John sometimes needs to hear that from me. Men in general some times need firm talk from their wives and mistresses. It assures them of their place in the relationship.
Although the house was already clean, I knew it was a good time to assign chores. This morning I told him I want the kitchen and guest bath room cleaned. I want this done before you do anything else. 'Do you hear me', I asked. 'Yes mistress' he responded. 'You may then kiss my feet, get naked and get to it' I told him. 'And, while working I want to hear slave whistling', I instructed him.