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Starting a FemDom marriage in the Vanilla Kingdom

A New Day

The next morning, I woke up and put on a happy face. This was the "new me", the average Joe Husband, the perfectly vanilla guy who just happened to sneak off once and awhile to do secret assignments for his secret web Mistress.  Guys all over the world do it, so why not me.

I found my wife sitting in her room reading "Different Loving".  She told me she had been up all night reading and wanted to talk.

She apologized for our fight the night before.  She explained that she was insulted that I didn’t trust her, but that she should have realized it would be hard for me to accept such a drastic change of attitude without some concern. 

I explained that the title "Mistress" and the worshiping of a Domme is a sacred thing for me.  It is my religion.  When I’m in the service of a Domme, I have to give over my entire body, mind, heart, and soul or it just isn’t real for me.

My wife then took a deep breath and started to explain why she thought she was actually a Domme.  She has serious control issues, meaning that she has to be in control all the time.  She’s most comfortable when she’s calling the shots.  She already runs out house by managing the money and picking out our meals.  She is a master manipulator and can wrap people around her will without them even noticing.  (She hates that I’ve developed the skill to see through that.)  She has a devious and wicked dark sense of humor.  She adores "dress up" and fetish clothing, especially goth and leather (something I didn’t know until right then).

I started feeling her out further.  Would she be willing to go to local D/s support groups and/or gatherings in order to help her learn more about being a Domme?  She agreed, with the caveat that, at least at first, we not let the vanilla people in our lives (which she charmingly referred to as "muggles")  into our new roles.  Would she be willing to go to leather and D/s conferences to learn more about being a Domme and BDSM techniques?  She agreed.

She also offered up that she would call a mutual friend (someone we’ve known since college) who is in a D/s relationship with his submissive wife (something I didn’t know) to find out how they balance a family life with their daughter and their roles.

My wife admitted that this was a big step, but she thought that she had the makings of a Domme and realized that how important it was to me.  She then started to tell me the story of "Jason" (name changed to protect his identity) that she knew in high school and college.  I knew him, too - he actually introduced us and was best man at our wedding.  What I didn’t know was the depth of their D/s relationship.  I knew he used to spank her for fun, but had no idea how devoted she was to him and how much she really understood subspace and what it meant to be a sub. 

She then said that, while she did like being a sub in the bedroom once and awhile, there is no possible way she could live like that 24/7.  She also has grown quite a bit in the 18 years since they dated and now is much stronger and likes to be the one calling the shots. 

While she was telling me everything I wanted to hear, she was including enough detail and was so earnest and honest that all of my skepticism from the night before vanished.  My wife even did something completely unexpected:  she asked for a trial period.  We would give a Femdom marriage a serious, full-hearted try and, if it didn’t work out to both our satisfaction, we would part ways.  She said again that she understood how important this was to me and realized how much I needed this in my life and that she would walk away if we agreed that it wasn’t happening between us.

At this point, the reality of the situation dawned on me.  I was accepting my wife as a Domme and had to ask Mistress Trecia to release me.

During our talk, my wife had invited me to sit on the bed with her and over the course of the 4 hours I had scooted over so my head was resting on her leg.  Right around the time I made my realization, she reached out and started stroking my hair.  I immediately burst into a sobbing fit, already deeply mourning the loss of my relationship with Mistress Trecia.  My wife asked what was wrong and I told her, "Don’t worry - I don’t always get this weepy" which gave us both a much needed laugh.

Desperately needing a break from the talk, we decided to go to a favorite local diner and get some pancakes.  On the ride there, my wife said, "So, does this mean you’ll do the housework without whining now?"  We both laughed, but then my wife flashed me a wicked grin and said, "Well, I guess we’ll have to get you a little outfit or something.  I guess we’ll have to get drapes first.  Or maybe not…"

Then then unthinkable happened.

I blushed.

My wife had given me a little shove into my embarrassed subspace.

That’s when I realized that she was for real.  This woman I had promised to "love, honor, and obey" 16 years ago (almost to the day) was becoming my Goddess as well.  She was fulfilling the fantasy that secret subs all over world would have given anything for.  She was going to be my Mistress.

I choked back a new bout of tears.

After breakfast we returned home and my wife invited me upstairs again.  We talked a little bit further, mainly discussing titles.  She said that she was uncomfortable with "Mistress" at least to start with and asked that, if I were to address her "in scene" that I needed to call her "Ma’am" or "Miss".  As soon as I was up there, she told me to stop and hold still.  She then unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor, followed by my pants.

Just then, I remembered something important - she had no idea my penis was pierced.  Whoops.

Before I could say anything, she reached out to stroke my cock through my boxer briefs and got a handful of Prince Albert.   She was furious and stormed over the bed.

First, she said that I was a complete asshole for doing something so major without checking with her first.  She said that she would not take any further disrespect from me in our new roles and that I would start bowing to her will and not just force my own onto her all the time.  She then told me that I had ruined her surprise - one of the things she had been researching was penis piercings and she had planned to give me a barbell in a ring box as a gift in a few months. 

Finally, the curiosity got the better of her and she asked to see it.  Her mouth dropped open as my piercing was revealed and she stared agape for several minutes, eyes locked on my cock.  She then had a million questions.  Did it hurt?  What was it called again?  Where did I get it done?  How in the hell did I expect to get that thing inside her? Can I touch it?  And so on.

After the talk, she accepted the piercing but did say that she might want to get a different type of jewelry put in to make it more comfortable for her.  She then told me that I was not to get any additional piercings with her express permission and I agreed.  She acknowledged that she knew I wanted to get my nipples done, but warned me not to pester her any time soon.

With that out of the way, my wife told me to lay on the bed next to her.  I did and she started softly stroking my chest, then picked up the pace by scratching my chest and thighs with her nails and forcefully pulling on my nipples.  She then asked if I had any lube and, upon my saying yes, gave me a shove toward the edge of the bed and told me to go get it.  Back in bed, she poured a generous amount of lube into her hand and grabbed my cock.

It’s been more than three weeks since my last release, so it reacted immediately, getting rock hard and throbbing.  My wife started to stroke, varying the strength, speed, and stroke to put me in a frenzy but completely unable to even get to the edge.  Then, she firmly grabbed my cock right at the base and held her hand there.  I immediately started to buck just out of sheer need of contact, but she put her left hand flat on the center of my chest and said firmly, "Don’t….move".

I swear I didn’t mean to say it.  It just escaped my lips.

Yes, Miss.

My immersion into subspace at the hand of my wife was the only thing that didn’t keep me from bursting into another crying jag since I realized I had just violated my vow and commitment to Mistress Trecia.

After a moment, my wife said "I think that’s enough for now.  I’m not letting you cum as a punishment for not telling me about the piercing."

Later, after the subspace haze cleared, my wife and I discussed our mini-session.  She said that things would be better once she had more information about what things I liked and disliked in a session.  I told her that I had reached subspace and she expressed that she was relieved, mostly because she was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get there with her in the Domme role.

She also did something else unexpected - she invited me back into her bed.  We’ve been sleeping in separate rooms for some time now (over a year) and this was a big gesture on her part that things might be not only getting back to normal, but that were starting a new chapter in our lives together.  (I told her I needed another night or two as we settled in and she agreed.)

We then went out to dinner and came home, my wife heading up to her room and me to mine and she gave me a goodnight kiss for the first time in over six months. 

Sleep was not to come, though.  I laid in bed staring at the ceiling knowing that Monday I would have to face Mistress Trecia and ask her to release me.  I went through a bunch of possible scenarios (including throwing some clothes into a bag and leaving my wife in the middle of the night), but I knew that I could only serve one Mistress.  Anything else would be unfair to both Trecia and my wife.

Why does doing the right thing always suck?

1 Comment so far

  1. Mrs. Claudia May 1st, 2007 4:17 pm

    Wow! I haven’t checked your blog in a few weeks. Please tell your Wife about my blog and let her know she can post comments and email me if she likes. I know exactly how she feels right now as I have been through it too. I do have to give you points though. You told her about it instead of her catching you in the act. Good Job!!

    Mrs. Claudia

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