Happy Thanksgiving !!!
Gratitude sets you free.
You keep her wine glass full while she is relaxing
This picture has nothing to do with Thanksgiving, but it's Nicole Kidman's naked butt, so ... you're welcome
I was reading one of the blogs that I enjoy like to frequent - Evolving Your Man. It is a site that accurately (IMO) promotes the benefits of chastity, orgasm control, semen retention, ethical non-monogamy and various other aspects of female led relationships. I encourage you to go there and read it. The host of the site site, Emma, created a post in the forum area talking about regrettable and often inaccurate portrayals of submissive men. You can read it here.
And she's right! There are so many wrong perceptions of what a submissive male is, what he wants and what his experiences are in a FLR/WLM. Even though there are literally millions of variations of reality among those of us who actually live in a WLM, it still comes with misperceptions of what it is, or is supposed to be based on the perception/label they have attached to it.
Things like: all submissive men believe that every woman is superior mere and only because she is a woman. Well, that's bullshit for many people that live a WLM. We all know women that are dumb as a bag of hammers and who couldn't find their own ass if they used both hands. Clearly there are exceptions, and for some men that is their kink, but in most real-life WLM's, the husband only feels that way about his wife. I'm one of those guys. I love and respect women but don't feel to all women because they are women. Also, submissive men are meek, weak, beta only, worthless and are beaten regularly just because they live in masochistic misery with a sadistic wife/girlfriend. I could make a list of other ridiculous examples, but you get the idea.
“Labels bias our perceptions, thinking, and behavior. A label or story can either separate us from, or connect us to, nature. For our health and happiness, we must critically evaluate our labels and stories by their effects.” - Michael J. Cohen
We have established a new ritual for Sunday mornings.
Over the years, I have wished that Mistress K. was more interested in dabbling in this blog and in my adventures in blogland. She just doesn't have the time or interest in wadding through tons of blog entries, sexy pictures and conversations with like minded people.
As you know, we are very discrete in our WLM. There is only one live person (her (BFF) that even knows about our lifestyle so Mistress K. does not enjoy the same kind of communications with like-minded people that I have been able to over the years.
When she revealed our lifestyle to her BFF about 5 years ago, it was because she was a bit frustrated over not really having anyone to "talk" to about the lifestyle we had chosen, and very much wanted to confide in a close friend to do it. She asked for my permission to reveal ourselves which I of course agreed to. In the beginning they talked about things but over time, the novelty of it all seemed to wear off in their casual conversations and there is very little talk about us with them anymore.
Recently I had asked Mistress K. to give another go at looking at some of the same websites/blogs/forums that I like to frequent, but she still had the same problem of time. I want badly for her to be able to at least wade into the same pool of communication and exposure to others and their lifestyles.
So ... we began a Sunday morning ritual where I read to her the blogs, pages and conversations that I have come across that week that I believe will be of interest to her. In addition, we talk about the people that I have come to know and admire. We talk about their unique and wonderful lives and about the things I have come to like and enjoy about each of them, and why.
So, each Sunday morning I wait until Mistress K. wakes up. She likes to sleep in on Sunday mornings. Then, of course I get her coffee just like she likes it and then ask her if there is anything I can do to make her morning better for her. Then, I get out the file folder that contains each of the notes and printed pages of things I will read to her, remove my clothes (she insists that I am naked and wearing our WLM Wedding collar), ask for her permission to get in to her bed and open the file and begin reading.
In addition to the blog pages I read to her and discussion about the individual people that have become my interweb friends, we also review and discuss the things we talked about. The things we like and may wish to incorporate into our life, and the things we dislike but find interesting. We will also use the time to review our life together and she will review my behavior and performance as her submissive/slave husband over the past week.
I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful this time on Sunday morning has become for us. I have always hoped that Mistress K. can "meet" and develop comradery with some of the wonderful like-minded people I have come to know over the years. Ultimately, I would especially enjoy for Mistress K. to have a real, live, in the flesh friend that she would be able to confide in, help along the way, talk to, listen to and generally benefit from. Perhaps we are on the road to that possibility. I hope so.
One of the unexpected upsides of the pandemic and the subsequent requirements for masks (please, no political or other bullshit about whether they are necessary or not) is the is how a mask emphasizes the arguably sexiest part of a woman. Her eyes. The woman above is gorgeous (not just because she looks like Mistress K.), and she's not even trying. Those eyes!
So many things about this picture make is hot. Gorgeous!
Everyday sexy beauty is all around us. Open your eyes.
Unbelievable sexiness comes in forms other than regular porn. A woman's hair. Her neck. The shape of her head, and of course her eyes. Those eyes!
The elegance and grace.
The unsung everyday heroes.
The disciplined geniuses.
The next door neighbor lady.
And her, again, because fuck, she is gorgeous!
Someone reminded me of something that is absolutely true and important to remember. "The eyes are the window to the soul". Beautiful eyes and a beautiful soul make my dick hard!
Happy Veterans Day everyone!
Mistress K. and I like the show Yellowstone. If you haven't seen it, there are some individuals in the show that get branded. As you can imagine, there is an enormous significance to who wears the brand, and what it means. Life or death shit is associated with that branding.
While watching, Mistress K. jokingly (I think) said that she might have me branded. Her cute, mischievous smile told me right away that she was only joking. She is too sweet of a person to ever put me (or anyone else for that matter) through the terrible pain something that would cause. She is, right? Yeah, I'm sure of it ... or am I? Yeah, I'm sure of it.
Mistress K. and I have talked in the past of something that might be more suitable. A tattoo. Of course there are several ways that tattoos could be used as a symbol of a submissive's devotion. Here's one a came across just yesterday that I thought was pretty cool. It's from a coupe that I "met" yesterday on Tumblr.
In general, I am not for tattoos. Just not my thing. I've never really been moved enough to want to permanently mark my body that way. But, I've already told Mistress K. that I would gladly get a small tattoo in a very inconspicuous place on my body that nobody would ever see (unless of course she decided that someone should see it), as as symbol of our love and lifestyle.
Like the picture above? Hopefully not. Probably more like this:
This is an interesting idea. Parking your husband. This is from a wonderful blog I follow, Femdom Think Tank, written by a lovely Dominant Wife named Mz Kaylee, in a real-life Wide Led Marriage. If you don't already follow it, I suggest you give it a peak.
You know how needy submissive husbands can get and sometimes and sometimes a Mistress Wife just needs a break.