Wash Day...

Thank all of you for the lovely emails and comments.  If any of you have every blogged you will understand that interaction with readers is the fuel that keeps a blog going. The comment was made that there are many so called de facto femdom marriages. These marriages are femdom in everyway except that no one officially knowledges that the wife is truly her husband's mistress. Looking back on things I sometimes wonder if my parents had this type of relationship. It is true that my mother could spend money anyway she wanted. My father wouldn't spend much more than a dollar without consulting her.

Going back to the Wash Day series there is a bit of a cute story that I would like to share with you.
As often happens with Becky's visits home there is an evening in which she has dinner with friends from school. Many of you know we live about an hour from the city across the long bridge. It is not a dangerous drive, but drinking before crossing the bridge is heavily discouraged. I volunteered to watch the children. Realizing that she was planning on driving herself to the dinner, I volunteered John as her driver. 'Mom, I don't really need daddy to drive me" she responded. Well, are you going to be drinking, I asked. 'Why don't you let daddy drive you, it would make the evening so much more relaxing, I offered.

After thinking it over for a few minutes Becky consented to having John drive her. I mentioned that her daddy could find a nearby coffee shop as a waiting place, and she could text him when ready for pick up. She laughed a little and mentioned it would be like high school except back then there was no texting. With her consent I rang John in from the garage where he had been working. 'Baby, this evening I want you to drive Becky into the city for dinner. You can find a place to wait for her, and she will text you for pickup'. 'Yes ma'am' was John's only response aside from what time should he be for. John understood that driving his daughter to the city for dinner, waiting for her, and driving her back was a directive rather than a request.

The cute part of the story is what happened when John dropped Becky off at the restaurant. Becky opened her purse and handed John a twenty dollar bill. 'Daddy, this is for something to eat' she told her father. I have money John responded. "Yes, but I want to make sure what you spend doesn't come out of your allowance', she told him. How did you respond I asked John. With a ' thank you ma'am' as she gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

Thinking about the little exchange of words and money caused me to think about how the world is indeed changing. As head of house and mistress to her husband Becky spends money as she wishes.
On the other hand John as an indentured husband may only spend the allowance he is given unless prior approval is rendered. Sometimes I wonder how men can live this way, but the need of submissive males for female control is all encompassing in their lives. It ranges from control of finances to sexual experiences and even what time they must go to bed in the evening.

As women accustomed to giving instruction to our men there is the potential for abuse. There is a very sad story on the internet about a Boston college student who ordered her boyfriend to commit suicide. She was apparently angry with him because he contacted a former girlfriend without her permission. Granted this may have been reason for punishment of some kind, but all punishments given by a mistress should be constructive rather than destructive. This incident also points out the dangers of one person controlling the life of another where by there is not true love. John lives as a slave husband under my total control. However, he also understands that I love him, and my authority over him is for his own good.

Love, Kathy