The Missing Piece

I am feeling rather pleased at the moment, which normally means something is bound to go wrong, or its just another one of those highs, surely to be followed by a low. Jane seems to have accepted to some extent the principle that I should be denied as a “punishment” for failing to maintain standards around the house, or for not completing certain tasks that she sets me from time to time. I’ll come back to that, but for now I have some other thoughts about how to establish a WLM and what it takes to encourage your wife to adopt this lifestyle.

Very much like other couples that travel this road into a WLM, ours has been a slow, sometimes jerky ride. One-step forward, two steps back, that kind of thing. Following recent events, however, I feel that there has been a discernable change in Jane’s attitude towards me, and how she views her own position within our relationship. Quite clearly she is aware of the affect and hold that she has over me, but more than ever, I sense that she is more comfortable using it. I am finding that with routine comes a certain degree of expectation, but that more importantly with a genuine understanding of each others likes and dislikes, our desires and needs, there is definitely a middle ground, a balance between everyday life and fantasy, to be found.

Something that has struck me recently, is that it is so important that when travelling this road, you should both try and maintain a sense of normality between the two of you, if not for outward appearances, family, children etc, but so that your wife does not feel that things have changed out of all recognition. It is important that you can still be seen to be the man that she first met and married, even though you may have submitted yourself to her control.

The single most important factor that I feel has help establish my own WLM, to the extent that it has, is that Jane has learned to, or come to enjoy seeing the effect that she has on me as her husband, not a slave or servant, but as her husband and a man. Clearly she does not want a slave or servant, and is outwardly critical of what she calls “wimpy men”, who are “bossed about” by their wives. Given these facts, you can see why it may have taken me a long time to convince her that being the dominant partner in our marriage was a good thing for her, and something that she might want to embrace. Despite her views, Jane has now begun to accept my submission, and very interestingly does not seem to put me in the category of a “wimpy husband”, even though I probably submit more to her control, than those other guys she talks about. This is why, for her at least, any outward or extreme expressions of submission are not acceptable. Having said that, if the definition of a “wimpy husband” is someone who fundamentally submits to his wife’s needs, puts her sexual pleasure before his, is expected to keep all of her shoes clean and polished, has responsibility for many and varied domestic chores, always cleans up the kitchen after every meal, washes his wife’s underwear by hand, makes all her drinks and is expected to fetch anything she wants, goes shopping with her, carries her bags, pays, remaining attentive and obedient to her at all times, then I suppose I am a wimp. The only thing that I feel is missing is maybe some form of orgasm management. Add this, and we are there, I am in a fully-fledged and paid up WLM. From there, I feel that there is only one way, and that’s deeper into a life of submission and happiness with the only woman that counts.

Sometime ago now, I took the conscious decision, to let Jane see and experience what it was to have and use her feminine power over me in the bedroom. From that point, I wanted to express my state of arousal using far more visible and audible expressions. In other words, I began to express my arousal and excitement in different ways, ways that perhaps in the past I have not. Thereafter, it was clear to Jane just how much enjoyment and arousal she could cause in me, not just by taking control, but as a sexy beautiful woman. This I believe has help to encourage Jane to be more controlling, more dominant, now seeking to encourage my arousal, liking the effect that she obviously has on me. In the past, and I suspect like many other men, I was fairly non-responsive during love making, limiting any real expression of emotion to that final moment when you orgasm, normally followed by rolling off and losing any further desire to continue “love making”. Boy how things have changed, even without orgasm denial, I am more likely to just want to lay together after love making and kiss and cuddle, but even more so when denied.

When you think about it , it makes very good sense. If you want to encourage your wife to enjoy a more dominant role, then you first need to let her see what effect she has on you, but in ways that make her feel good about herself and that make her want to encourage your submission. When I say submission, I don’t really mean service or subordination, I mean giving her a real sense that you have this burning desire to satisfy her, and that it is her beauty, her femininity, that drives your desire to submit to her. Once you have achieved this, then it makes it far easier for that effect to carry on outside the bedroom. Your wife will know just how much that she turns you on, that you are focussed on her. As a result, she will be more willing to accept her more dominant position, knowing that you are prepared to submit to her and therefore much more likely to do what she wants, when and how. Obviously, all couples are different, but if you can at least achieve something like this, then it makes more sense that your wife will respond at least more sympathetically to your need to submissive to her. It gives her a reason to encourage your submission, one that she can enjoy because she loves you, but also because she will love knowing the effect that she has, and just how powerful a feeling that is.

Having been denied and set the task of clearing out and cleaning the office, the next day I set about doing as I was told. When Jane got home she had obviously been to inspect my work, as she commented what a good job I had done. After dinner, and having cleaned the kitchen by myself, Jane emerged from the lounge, ready to go upstairs and change for the evening. Jane asked me, “Have you finished the kitchen”, to which I replied, “yes just taking at the rubbish”. Then unlike any other night, Jane quickly added, “and cleaning my boots”, this was not a question, but a clear statement that she expected me to clean her boots. Having emptied the bin, I began to carefully apply polish to Jane’s boots, I started to get an erection, Jane’s comment and the expectation in her voice, not lost on me. Submissive men often comment or complain that their wives need do or say very little to satisfy their submissive needs. This was one of those moments, four words combined with the expectation that I would do what Jane wanted, coupled with the act of cleaning Jane’s boots, very simple, very natural, very arousing.

Later that evening, and just as I was about to climb onto the bed, Jane scooted quickly across the bed, blocking my entry. Kneeling on my side of the bed, I lent forward slightly to kiss her. Jane, a wicked smile on her face, was having none of it, pushing me away. The more I tried to reach out for her, to touch her, the more insistent she became that I kept back and that my hands should remain at my side. Nothing was said, as all the communication was coming from her eyes and facial expression, clearly taking control of the situation. Accepting my fate, and wishing to show my submission, I kept my hands by my side. This left Jane’s hands free to attack the one point on my body, that she knew would send me crashing into subspace without even a rocket, and no chance of recovery. With a few expect strokes of her finger nails, French polished and perfectly manicured, back and forth across my nipples, left me almost buckling at the knees, the expression on my face, and the audible exhaling of short breaths from my lips as I looked into her eyes, gave Jane no doubt that I was immediately under her spell.

“Stand Up”, I stood, Jane reached out and slipped my PJ bottoms down, I kicked them away, now standing naked, exposed and erect before her. “Kneel down”, Jane’s next order. Immeadiately I knelt responding as much to the tone of Jane’s voice as the order. Hands by my side, and with a renewed assault on my nipples, Jane began to speak, quite softly, but in a tone and manner that oozed with self confidence, safe in the knowledge that she was arousing in me, that almost desperate need to submit to her, to be or do whatever way she wanted me to.

“Did you clean the office out today, you have done a good job, did you clean my boots tonight, did you clean my new boots on Saturday, did you wash my knickers by hand”, after each question which was delivered with a teasing look, encouraging me to reply as much with her eyes, and her spoken word, Jane continued her questioning as she teased and stroke her finger nails across my nipples, occasionally taking hold off and squeezing and stroking my erection. I was in a daze, finding it difficult to answer, Jane had me right where she wanted me, the significance of this, and my powerless state only adding to my overall feelings of submission to my wife.

When Jane was satisfied that I had done all that she had asked me, Jane encouraged me to start to masturbate. Any thought of denial was far from my mind, taking comfort from the fact that I had to do what Jane wanted me to, rather than what she may not. As I masturbated I looked longing into her eyes. Jane continued to taunt me with more question and then to my surprised added, “in future, if you fail to meet my standards, or don’t do what you have been asked, I will make you wait much longer to see my lacey knickers, my stockings, my sexy shoes, is that understood”. I understood perfectly, but by this time was unable to answer coherently, only managing to nod my acceptance of her conditions that she was placing on me. Jane went on, “tomorrow, I want you dust and Hoover the dinning room ready for our guests, and then make sure all the towels are washed and dried”. Very soon the effect of her words, and my position kneeling before Jane as she sat crossed legged on the bed, teasing me her painted toe nails inches from my face, began to have there desired effect.

If It wasn’t clear, because I didn’t say, this whole episode was all about my pleasure, at least in the sense that I had given Jane an orgasm the night before, and therefore, she didn’t seem to want one again this evening. I cleaned up after the inevitable happened and then we just lay together in bed cuddling into Jane announced that it was time to sleep.

I remain very grateful and appreciative that Jane seems to be embracing her power over me, and is continuing to encourage my submission in ways that she sees fit. The great thing is that I feel and sense that she is now beginning to enjoy dictating things and using her real power over me, rather than just meeting one of my needs. I must likewise ensure that I meet her needs and give her what she wants so that this can be a mutually enjoyable and wonderful experience for us both.