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Where John and I live we have a few weeks of beautiful spring weather followed by a long hot summer. Everyone in our neighborhood tries to make the best of the beautiful weather by having cocktails on their patios, or simply being outside. Yesterday was one of those beautiful afternoons.
John's chores were done for the day. 'Would you mind if I read on the patio', he asked. 'No, of course not, I responded'. And, bring a glass of red wine, and I will sit with you. And, sweetie, you may have a glass if you like. John responded with a polite 'thank you mistress'.

When John brought the wine I was pleased that he delivered it with a slight curtsy. This little show of deference is in accordance with our household protocol, but as of late we have been getting away from things.  In the beginning of the blog I made the statement that if you expect a man to obey you in the big things of life, he needs to first obey in the small things. Remembering to curtsy when delivering a wine glass is a small thing, and in and of itself may not mean much, but it is an out ward expression of his respect for the lady in his life.

Is there anything else you would like-crackers and cheese- John asked. No baby, sit down.
As John moved to the chair I could see the E-reader poking out of the pocket of his shorts. 'What are you reading', I asked, 'show me the cover'.  I could see the look of embarrassment on his face. 'Is it one of those nasty femdom books', I asked. The cover had the image of an attractive lady who actually wore a nice looking skirt. I was expecting something like a nude wrestler with a whip.
What is the book about, I asked. John fessed up that it was about a young lady who dominated her husband to the extent that he became her slave.

'It sounds like a fairly typical plot', I told John. Yes, maybe, John replied, but it is really well written.
'Were you given permission to buy that book,' I asked John. Yes, last month, and he reminded me of the 'when' permission was given. We don't allow pictures in the home or books that objectify women.
The lady on the cover of this book was attractive and tastefully dressed. On that basis it was hard for me to complain. John went on to say that I might enjoy reading it. About that point I changed the conversation.

'What did you think of yesterday's posting,' I asked John. It was very good John replied. Of course John almost always thinks the posting are wonderful. 'Did all of the talk about the teenage years with Becky strike a chord with you?', I asked. 'A little' he replied, but I knew he was thinking about the post. 'You were an awfully good chauffer in those years' I remarked.' Why did you like driving Becky so much,' I asked.

With that 'why' question out of the box  John started to shut down. That was my queue to press the question harder. One of things I learned from Tara was that men give better, more complete answers when they are on their knees. It puts them in more of a submissive frame of mind she told me. So I said to John should I put you on your knees here now in the patio, or are you going to give me a straightforward answer to the question. Our patio is semi private, but if a neighbor happens to be looking out of a window she would see John on his knees in front of me. I knew the thought of being seeing in a comprising position by our neighbor would terrify him.

With that little push John began to answer the question. 'Well, once we were away from the house Becky became the boss'. She no longer asked me to take her here or there, she more or less told me. Sometimes her friends would ask if I could drive them wherever,  and she would answer them for me.
She was never rude, but she assumed that I would go where ever she told me or wait as long as she wanted. 'And did you', I asked. 'Yes', was John's response. 'So in effect you were Becky's submissive', I responded. 'Yes', John replied.

Love, Kathy