Christmas....

Thinking back on things it is interesting to consider the little bits of information you remember from a conversation that happened years ago. Thinking about that bedroom confrontation with Tara's husband  I remember his sweet smile, the gentleness of his words, and the sharpness of his curtsy.
Laying in bed with only a thin sheet for cover I knew instantly that my modesty was safe with this man. Why, I didn't know exactly. I only knew that it was a pleasure having him there with me for company. John was the only man I had ever truly loved, but at that moment in time we were separated. The sound of a man's voice in my bed room was somehow very welcoming. In a strange way his presence filled kind of an empty place in my being.

Over the next few weeks there were opportunities for additional encounters with both Tara and her husband. He had a full time job working at a local bank, but his real love was working in the studio.
He understood the importance of staying out of site from the male customers. He often helped the girls with their clothes. Most of the girls were from a couple of local colleges. They had a way of recruiting one another. It was an easy way for a college girl to earn a little extra money. Some times they would come to the studio directly from class wearing jeans and tennis shoes. They would then change into a skirt, a nice blouse, nylons and heels and fix make up.

One of the challenges for Tara's husband was helping with their hair. Several of the girls were from a minority university, and their hair styles were quite different from the kind he had learned to work with. For her part Tara loved having the minority mistresses in the studio. They often made the best mistresses she once told me. In her words they were less inhibited than the white girls. She also felt that most of these minority girls would one day become mistress wives. Those of you who have read
the older deleted parts of the blog know that John fell head over heels for one of these girls. He became a personal houseboy for her and her room mate. Learning of this episode was a deep wound that took several years to heal, but heal it did.

Thinking about things after John's return caused me to realize that Tara's husband had a lot in common with my husband. Both John and Tara's husband enjoyed house work. They both had what can be called a natural desire to please. Like Tara's husband John is perfectly willing to wait on the women in his life. He has the patience to wait for hours in a café while mistress shops or has dinner with the girls. Both men take pride in their service. Both men fervently believe that everything feminine is superior to anything that is masculine. In their mind and soul they worship what can be referred to as the divine feminine. As a woman not much of this makes sense to me. Yet, as a mistress I have learned to appreciate being placed on a pedestal by the man in my life. It is my hope that each of you learn to place the lady in your life on a very singular pedestal.

What I do believe is that submissive men are very special. They are easy to love. They want to please and with the right type of discipline make wonderful husbands and fathers. Yes, of course, John strayed, but it was only because he didn't have the rite type of discipline in his life. Tara's husband had the rite type of discipline and lived a life that was completely under her control. For the submissive husband accepting female control is a sign of maturity.

Love you for reading.


Kathy