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Wife Led Marriage and the Real World

As I mentioned in my last post, Hannah and I have been extraordinarily busy these last couple of months. Which, as we both work for ourselves, is a very good thing. Much as I enjoy writing this blog I serve Hannah best by making sure she has what she wants and we have what we need. That means paying attention to business where there is business to attend to.

Which brings up the interesting, at least to me, question of how the fact I live my life in a 24/7 wife led marriage impacts the rest of life. The answer is that, with a couple of minor exceptions, it is really no different than if we had a vanilla marriage. Yes, my cock is in its cage and I have a weight around my ball sack which, so far as I can find out, is only going to get heavier. And I have not been allowed an orgasmic ejaculation for a month or two. (I’ve been milked by Mady twice but that only increases my frustration.) I have been much too busy to get into any serious trouble so I have not been whipped. Mady likes to use her little cane to urge me on when she is exercising me and she also enjoys practicing her stroke; but that is nothing like a punishment caning.

At the same time a couple who have been happily married for a nice long time as Hannah and I have will make time for intimacy. Or, more exactly, Hannah enjoys having my oral attentions from time to time and will lie back and spread her legs quite often. Amusingly she says that since I have also been serving Mady orally my technique has improved. My own sense is that my tongue is simply getting stronger and my ability to pay very, very close attention to pleasuring Hannah has increased. Practice makes perfect and all that.

Certain things do not change and I spend my time in my corner every morning with my nose pressed into Hannah’s panties until she tells me I am done. I often end my day with her taste on my lips and begin it with her scent.

On the rare occasion I am allowed to go to the pub I am amused by how entirely sexless my pals lives are compared to mine and yet none of them is in chastity (so far as I know.) Here is the difference, Hannah enjoys my sexuality. She enjoys the fact she can have my tongue without having to do a thing in return. She likes the fact Mady teases me but, as yet, has not in nearly a year, asked for the key to my cage. Hannah likes the fact that I awake uncomfortably every morning about six as my micro-dose of Viagra pushes my morning wood into the confines of my cage. The Lady of the House likes the fact that I have to ask her for any money I might need and that I walk half a pace behind her in public and in Church. She take a visceral thrill in my daily submissions. She love my eagerness to be allowed to slide into her a few times a year and, perhaps, come.

“Now, darling, you are the man I’ve always wanted.” Hannah said to me a couple of days ago.

I hope so.

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A Blessing

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“I thought that went well darling.” said Hannah sleepily. “Our maid seems to very much enjoy her position, and yours. But now sleep. Church tomorrow.”

Hannah rolled over and was asleep instantly.

I lay awake trying to calm down. Spanking Mady and then having her had been unbelievably sexy. Only a very confident wife would have supervised her husband as he was allowed to take a pretty young girl. Of course, the Lady of the House knew what else was in store for the evening. And she knew that I was locked in my little cock cage with no chance of escape. I was a very lucky man I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning and Mady served us coffee and croissant in bed. All smiles and very much a part of our household.

“If that will be all Ma’am I think I should go and dress for Church.”

“That will be all Mady. But take your time, Church is not for another two hours.”

“Yes Ma’am, but I would like to look my very best.” said Mady curtsying on her way out.

We had been attending the little church in our country community pretty much from the day we arrived. It was a nice old white clapboard building seating, in a pinch, seventy people. Uniquely, in my experience, it had a lake view. Our priest was an ordained Benedictine monk who had retired to the country. Interestingly, and usefully, he was also a Medievalist who lamented the passing, believe it or not, of the feudal system. We got along very well – at least in part because we were quite generous to the Church. I don’t think he was the least bit shocked when Hannah had asked him to come for drinks a couple of weeks before the ceremony to “discuss a personal matter”.

Seated in my study, in his monk’s habit, he was enjoying his second glass of a rather nice Cab and, I think, rather enjoying Mady’s evening summer uniform which, while perfectly modest, emphasized her corset trimmed waist and her pretty breasts supported but not covered by her corset. She wore a perfectly opaque white cotton blouse but the contours of her bare breasts were plainly visible as she brought in hors-d’œuvre and refilled his glass. He knew Mady as we took her to Church each Sunday. She sat alone in a rear pew – somewhat to the consternation of the ordinary parishioners who were an egalitarian lot – and was always nicely dressed. As, of course was Hannah who enjoyed a pretty dress and an entertaining hat for Church. We would arrive together, Hannah leading the way with me the customary step behind her and Mady a step behind me.

With his drink refilled, and Mady having curtsied her way out of the room, our jolly priest said, “Well, to business then. What delicious wine. A personal matter?”

“Yes,” said Hannah, “Mady has agreed to join our house as my serving maid for at least two years. We have drawn up an employment contract of course, but we would like our house and my serving maid to be bound in a more formal manner. I have had elliot draw up a Covenant as between myself and Mady. In two weeks she will be signing her contract and the Covenant. However, I thought it would be appropriate for her to give her Oath before God in Church and for you to Bless the Oath and Covenant. I would, of course, be giving my word to follow the Covenant’s terms. It would be a private service.”

Hannah can be the grand lady when she wants to and our priest was suitably cowed. She had not asked him if he would perform the ceremony, she had told him he would.

“Hmmmm.” said the priest, “So you are actually taking Mady as your bondsmaid. Very much in the tradition of Exodus 21:7. Might I see the Covenant?”

“No.” said Hannah firmly, “Mady and I will each take our Oaths to honour a Covenant which is between ourselves. elliot will act as witness. The actual terms are entirely private and very much our own business.

“I might accept that but I would require a few minutes alone with Mady to ensure that she is taking her Oath of her own free will.”

“I think that is fair.” said Hannah, “I will send her to see you in your vestry next week.”

“Excellent. And I must say Hannah, I do wish more people would at least think about following the old ways.”

“So do we, Father, so do we.” replied Hannah with a smile, “Shall I ring for more wine?”

Mady saw the priest a few days later and spent, she told us, a happy hour discussing how happy she was in our house, her thesis, her duties and the nature of the bondsmaid’s promises. And so, today, after the main service, the Oaths would be taken and Blessed.

Hannah took a little more time dressing than usual and Mady – in a smock so as not to disarrange her own dress, assisted the Lady of the House. Eventually, the three of us walked the two blocks to the Church and sang our way through the service. At the end of the service, as we had arranged, we stayed behind as the congregation filed out. Hannah motioned Mady to come and sit with us.

The two women looked gorgeous. Hannah wore a flowered print dress in cotton which had a very full skirt and a wide belt to draw the eye to her beautifully corsetted waist. Mady wore a white, lace dress, with an equally wide belt emphasizing her tiny, straight-laced waist. She had a little matching jacket for modesty in Church.

Our priest said good bye to the last of the congregation and returned to us.

“Let us gather at the altar.”

We did and the ceremony began. It was very simple. He began by saying we were gathered in the sight of God to give our Oaths and to have the Covenant blessed. Then he read Exodus 21:7. And then he said, “Elliot, do you have the Covenant?” I handed him the rolled paper tied with a red ribbon and he placed the Covenant on the altar and said a short prayer. Then he surprised the ladies.

“Please kneel and repeat these words, “I, Hannah, solemnly promise before God to uphold the promises and commitments I have made in this Covenant.” Hannah knelt and receited the words. Then it was Mady’s turn and she knelt. But her oath was different. “I Mady solemnly promise before God to uphold the promises and commitments I have made in this Covenant. I promise to obey Hannah in all things, to accept her discipline and her judgement, to be a loyal and trustworthy bondsmaid, and to honour and respect the Lady of the House.”

The ladies remained kneeling and the priest blessed the Covenant and their Oath to each other. “Rise. Mady, from this day forward until the end of your Covenant you are Hannah’s bondsmaid, you have sworn your Oath to serve your Mistress faithfully. Hannah, you have accepted the responsibility of your bondsmaid’s submission. May you both honour your Covenant and go in the Peace of God.”

And we were done. We walked down the aisle and out of the Church. Mady was crying.

“What is it Mady.” asked Hannah.

“I’m not sure Ma’am. But I have never felt so, what, right? Is that it. Or is it peaceful? Or secure? No, wait, I know, I realized as I took my oath that I belonged. I belonged to you. Thank you.”

We had a quiet afternoon. Mady helped Hannah out of her corsets and then I went and helped her out of hers. No hanky panky, I just loosened her laces.

“Thank you elliot. For everything. I know I am going to be very happy here. Very.”

“I hope so Mady.” I said.

“I know so. Now let me change and I’ll see to lunch. On the terrace?”

“Can’t see why not, it is a lovely day.”

Restraint

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Not right at this moment

Hannah and I are constantly amused and impressed at the lengths some of the couples we read about go to demonstrate the husband’s position in their female led marriages. Perhaps because we have been doing this for quite a long time we don’t seem to work quite that way.

There are constants. We have one sexuality, Hannah’s and my sexual urges are entirely subsumed to hers. I do what I am told. Backchat, sarcasm, and any hint of snark is corrected pretty much immediately whether with the cane or the corner. I am caned a minimum of twice a month to remind me of my position.

Perhaps the only real demonstration of my position which is out of the ordinary is when Hannah has a girlfriend over I am expected to serve and she may, to make her point, send me to my corner or to bed so she can enjoy girl time.

Now, I suppose from an objective perspective, the fact I am typing this in a relatively tight girdle, would be a significant demonstration of my subordinate position. And the fact I have not ejaculated for three weeks might suggest my position.

However, generally, Hannah exercises her feminine authority with a light, elegant touch. She is just not a whips and chains sort of girl.

Every couple organizes their marriage differently and this is no less true of female led marriages than the more vanilla kind. That Hannah chooses to use her power sparingly does not mean she can’t change her mind. From my perspective it is none of my business. She does what she sees fit. I do what I am told.

Works for us.

An Evening – Part II

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I knew what was coming. And I was not looking forward to it one bit.

“Put the water jug on the floor at the end of the coffee table Dear.” said Hannah. I did and waited for her next instruction.

“Kneel. That right, knees on either side of the jug. Perfect! Now Miss Black, a really well trained husband does exactly what he is told to do. And he does it until he is told to stop. Ready Darling…okay, lower your little balls and that silly cockette into the ice. That’s it dear. Now here is your kitchen timer…Four minutes should be about right.”

The shock of the iced water on my testicles was enough to make me forget how embarrassed I was to be kneeling in front of a strange woman in a bra, girdle and stockings. And then the ice hit the steel intruder up my bottom and I could feel it cooling in me. Hannah kept right on talking.

“Elliot loves this little old fashioned kitchen timer. I can be forgetful and a couple of times I have simply left him in his corner all afternoon. In fact, one day I went shopping and he simply had to stand there naked until I came back. And I often send him to a corner in my closet where he can enjoy his mindfulness in the dark. But, out of sight, out of mind.” (more…)

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Grey Angora Sweater

If I had slightly longer hair and better skin that could be me in the picture. The Lady of the House decided that, before there was any chance I would be allowed to ejaculate, I was to spend the day en femme. Panti girdle, a very pretty long line bra with breast form inserts to push it to its full “C” cup size, a wonderfully soft, grey, angora sweater and a pair of high waisted wool ladies trousers with a back zipper. Plus little heels. Hannah simply left the outfit out for me after my shower.

Once in a while I quite like having to wear women’s clothing. But I suspect this is just the beginning of a Halloween set of treats and tricks. But I am also pretty sure my darling wife will let me come sometime today.

At least I very much hope so.

Update: Silly me, I showed the Lady of the House this post…”You know you’re right, you could look a lot like that pretty girl. Just wait a moment.” She hurried off and, when she returned she had a lipstick, a bit of foundation and a short brunette wig I had forgotten she owned. Now I look almost identical to the pretty girl. Which is delightful but I am very glad I work from home.

Can We Talk? #femdom

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Can We Talk

The Lady of the House instructed me to set up her own blog called, A Dominant Wife. Hannah has told me that she wants to use it to provide tips for other wives who have decided to take charge of their marriages. I am looking forward to reading it – though I suspect I will be a bit more involved than that.

Housekeeping #femdom

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fixing my lipstick

Now that Fall is here we will have more time to update this blog…Of course the Lady of the House has continued to keep me chaste, send me to my corner and cane when necessary over the Summer; but now she is telling me she wants to explore some other interesting areas of a female led marriage…

You’ll notice we have changed the format a bit to freshen up the site. I would not be surprised if we tried out a few more themes before we are done.

At the same time Hannah has decided to step out into social media. I have just set up a Facebook page for her as well as a Google+ Page and a Twitter account. I know she would be very pleased if you “friended, followed, plused” where appropriate and I will be putting up the traditional links to do this.

Hannah told me that when it comes to social media the picture below reflects her sense of a whole other world….

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A new female led world…pretty dresses