The text came through about 11 on Friday morning
"We will be going away in the motorhome this weekend xx" not an
unusual message you may think, but for me it filled me with hope for a bright
future, my wife taking control of our marriage and a role for me in supporting
her in any way she wishes.
Nine months previously I had clumsily asked of my
beautiful wife to also be my Goddess and allow me to love, worship, obey &
serve her. I asked this of a women who has loved & supported me for twenty
years.
Fitting in with my life, while I built a business to support our family. A women who found her own happiness going with the flow, content having our time spent together organised around my work and interests
Hopefully the balance of household chore allocation can be reassigned when my work commitment reduces, this beautiful women has supported me these last twenty years of marriage and with her consent I would now like to be the supportive husband to her interests.
Fitting in with my life, while I built a business to support our family. A women who found her own happiness going with the flow, content having our time spent together organised around my work and interests
Hopefully the balance of household chore allocation can be reassigned when my work commitment reduces, this beautiful women has supported me these last twenty years of marriage and with her consent I would now like to be the supportive husband to her interests.
So to
receive an instructional message from my Goddess, who has gradually and warily
taken over the position as head of our family is very exciting.
The text message was clear in that the weekend
would be based quite rightly around her preference without asking for my
favored option, under the new terms of our marriage, my preference now being of
less importance to the wishes of Mrs Taylor than her own. Hopefully a symbol
that this beautiful marriage will continue to grow in its 20th year.
My Goddess and I have always rubbed along well, we both
love our motorhome, before my wife became the gorgeous leader I now obey, it’s
true to say that most decisions got my stamp of approval prior to anything
going ahead.
Regardless of the recent changes, I do believe that life has always been wonderful being with this women.
With work going well, we can as long as I keep my nose to the grindstone live the lifestyle that suits my gorgeous wife Mrs Taylor and myself Mr Taylor.
For breakfast, through her demonstration I have been trained to prepare porridge how she wishes just like Goldilocks, which is not too runny, not too gloppy, with a light sprinkling of sugar, floated on a moat of cold milk, it is then served to her in bed while she watches the morning news with a cup of hot tea, not scolding hot, but ready to be enjoyed.
I serve at her bedside, really my Goddess has no preference how breakfast is served as long as it is served punctually.I on the other hand like to think my Goddess is happiest being served by an adoring naked husband with a smile, flat tummy and a stiff cock. After I have greeted and ensured delivery of her breakfast is complete, I wait kneeling, for my three kisses, to see her smile and to see if I can be of any further assistance, I wait in silence until she is ready to talk. If she is feeling playful Mrs Taylor will praise me for my service, cast her eyes between my legs and commend me for the stiffness of her toy. "Good Boy!" is what I hope to hear.
Anyway once the children were collected from School, I prepared lunch for my Goddess, accompanied with a cup of tea, I really enjoy preparing her meals preferably while she is relaxing. Lunch is served more formally as there is usually someone coming or going but the warmth and love I feel from being able to serve my wife is just as amazingly strong.
Regardless of the recent changes, I do believe that life has always been wonderful being with this women.
With work going well, we can as long as I keep my nose to the grindstone live the lifestyle that suits my gorgeous wife Mrs Taylor and myself Mr Taylor.
For breakfast, through her demonstration I have been trained to prepare porridge how she wishes just like Goldilocks, which is not too runny, not too gloppy, with a light sprinkling of sugar, floated on a moat of cold milk, it is then served to her in bed while she watches the morning news with a cup of hot tea, not scolding hot, but ready to be enjoyed.
I serve at her bedside, really my Goddess has no preference how breakfast is served as long as it is served punctually.I on the other hand like to think my Goddess is happiest being served by an adoring naked husband with a smile, flat tummy and a stiff cock. After I have greeted and ensured delivery of her breakfast is complete, I wait kneeling, for my three kisses, to see her smile and to see if I can be of any further assistance, I wait in silence until she is ready to talk. If she is feeling playful Mrs Taylor will praise me for my service, cast her eyes between my legs and commend me for the stiffness of her toy. "Good Boy!" is what I hope to hear.
Anyway once the children were collected from School, I prepared lunch for my Goddess, accompanied with a cup of tea, I really enjoy preparing her meals preferably while she is relaxing.
At this point you may feel that I am doing a lot of
work here, but the reality is Mrs Taylor unfortunately is tasked with an
unreasonable proportion of the work required to keep a large family home
functioning, she is naturally a creative person and is far happier working on a
craft or construction project than dealing with matters concerning housework.
The motorhome had been prepared with bedding towels
and provisions by Mrs Taylor during my working week, leaving me just to remove
the winter overcoat from the motorhome, clean the Windows, check the oil and
fix the satellite dish (again).
We travel up to Buntingford where my brother has
booked two motorhome pitches in the grounds of a country pub. My brother and
his wife too enjoy their motorhome and this weekend are just testing that the vehicle
has survived the winter prior to departing for a month in Italy later this week,
relearning how to use the features and checking they can both sleep comfortably,
although it is summer the nights can be chilly in the Alps.
We meet up at the pub and Mrs Taylor goes for tea
with our familiar neighbours, while I ensure the motorhome is connected to the
power supply and everything is in order for her return, I then join the tea and
offer my sister in law and my brother best wishes for the forthcoming trip.
Dinner is booked for eight, I've just returned from
Abu Dhabi playing on motorbikes in the desert which I am more than happy to
chat to my brother about, conscious though that Mrs Taylor has already heard
plenty about the trip she authorised, at the expense of losing her husband,
lover and slave for the week.
Dinner turns out to be as good an experience as you
could wish for in a beautiful English country pub. Mrs Taylor does not permit
me to drink on weekday nights, but this being a Saturday I can enjoy up to two
glasses of wine or equivalent with my meal.Mrs Taylor
knows what’s best for Mr Taylor and as always I benefit from this and all the
requirements expected of me.
Tonight I am happy, relaxed and in my favourite company. So I enjoy two pints of Real Ale and at this point with the conversation flowing well, I pour myself some white wine from the shared bottle upon the table.
Tonight I am happy, relaxed and in my favourite company. So I enjoy two pints of Real Ale and at this point with the conversation flowing well, I pour myself some white wine from the shared bottle upon the table.
At this point my eyes meet with Mrs Taylor and it was duly notied that
I was now in breach of the terms of my agreement with my Goddess. The agreement
that I had asked for 9 months previously.
Still I was happy and enjoying myself, I would
never wish to openly defy Mrs Taylor, but I presumed wrongly that perhaps the
two glass rule would be overlooked a little as we were having such a nice
evening.
Conversation flowed freely and the topic came
around to the question of financially supporting the house
purchase of our daughter, which Mrs Taylor has agreed in principle to support,
should it be required which in all likelihood it wont.
I do not
know the extent of the support offered although if I wished, I am allowed to ask
details. Quietly I am proud of Mrs Taylor for agreeing to help our daughter in
principal without feeling the need to run the decision by me. Mrs Taylor is the
primary account holder at our bank and my input in this matter under the new
terms of our marriage is no longer necessary.
It has been such a rewarding experience to see her
take tentative steps towards making decisions for both of us, I am sure Mrs Taylor
would agree making big decisions without discussion is unfamiliar territory for
her, the feeling is unnatural, after such a long period of a traditional
relationship.
I love her so much for trying, in reality we are
newbies to living this way, we are learning our roles as we go along and our
responsibilities, of course it is important that I am available should she wish
to seek my opinion or a different perspective prior to making her decision, but
she no longer seeks approval, just my opinion on occasions. WOW!
This evening Mrs Taylor was as always looking
ravishing in her skinny jeans and navy sweater, her flowing black hair draped
across her strong shoulders, I really am a very lucky boy.
Mrs Taylor continued discussing our daughters
purchase of her first house with my sister in law, Mrs Taylor is offering
guidance where she can, the daughter’s boyfriend is very attentive to our
daughter, but is struggling to come to terms with the fact that his income
which he has, up till now, been able to spend freely on hobbies such as sailing
and electric guitars, now needs to be directed towards financing a property
purchase.
I show my dismay that while we are offering
financial help if required, the young happy couple are still looking forward to
their summer holiday!
Mrs Taylor comments that our daughter is unlikely
to proceed with the holiday once the bills start arriving, my Goddess points
out that the daughter’s boyfriend is a bit of a "Yes Man" who
can be easily dissuaded, she summarizes, that in reality I have no need to be
concerned.
Mrs Taylor then looks across at me and comments
"What women would not want a Yes Man, what do
you think darling?"
I try to gather my senses which are numbed by the
alcohol, for your info my behavior to everyone in the world is typical alpha
male, of course Mrs Taylor is the wonderful exception.Who I am delightfully submissive to. I answer the
question Mrs Taylor has proffered.
"Yes Honey"
Answered in a slightly higher pitched voice by the way. The
expression on her beautiful face belies the true intent of this statement, which
I now know meant, behave or your new bitch life will come under further public
scrutiny.
It was
unusual for Mrs Taylor to openly tease me about my status in our marriage, a
status which privately keeps me blissfully contented. I now believe that Mrs Taylor
was annoyed by my breeching of the alcohol rule or more accurately the effect
the alcohol was having, so this comment was a warning, unfortunately due to the
alcohol, a warning I did not pick up on.
I then
compounded the error by cutting short Mrs Taylor while she was talking on two
occasions, certainly alcohol induced alpha male behaviour which if sober I
would never wish to direct at Mrs Taylor. As I cut short her conversation for
the third time, she flipped and publicly chastised me for my unacceptable
rudeness in not having the manners to listen to what she had to say or taking
in the context of her remarks.
I fully
deserved the dressing down, my etiquette was deteriorating as the alcohol soaked
in, I too could now see the ugliness of my behavior.
Mrs Taylor
is not only my Goddess but my best friend, she deserves only the best conduct
and graciousness from me. I had failed her.Unfortunately
I only realised this once it was pointed out to me, and the other diners.
The rest
of the evening passed pleasantly, I paid more attention to Mrs Taylor and felt
disappointed in myself.
Once back
at the motorhome, I resumed my normal routine preparing her bed for her
slumber, filling her hot water bottle, and serving tea, hot drinking water, and
fetching her vitamin supplements. Laying out her nightie and powering up the TV
leaving the TV guide on the screen ready for her to select the night’s program.
Mrs Taylor seemed a little distant, she
commented that my behavior this evening was what she would expect of her old
husband. Behavior that she should never have tolerated and certainly not
befitting of a slave. I apologised and made weak excuses for my actions, but
felt all the time that apologies were no longer acceptable.
I woke
early and lay still so as not to needlessly disturb Mrs Taylor until I heard
the most beautiful voice in my world ask for her tea.
I fully
embraced my morning duties hoping that my enthusiasm for the tasks I have been
granted would be recognised as my wish to make amends for last night. Mrs Taylor
finished her tea and called me to come lie next to her, I snuggled in to her
arms.
"Darling,
I was so upset last night with you, your attitude was so poor. You cannot win
conversations by talking in such an aggressive manner, you asked for me to take
the position of head of our marriage some months ago now, it has been a huge
challenge for me to think differently from how I am programmed, but I have tried
my best to take on this role for you. Last night it shocked me how easily you
reverted to the arrogant ego driven male that you used to be. Although I have
not seen this behavior for a long time, it allowed me to see how much you have changed in these last nine months for the better"
"I have
also changed and can never again accept any behavior that reminds me of the
old you, regardless of what company you are in or how good a time you perceive
we are having. For our marriage to continue in this vain,,, 'just a
game' is the term I think you used to describe your desire for me to take
control of our marriage when we began"
"Well your
little game can't continue, it ends today. From now on you will submit to my
authority seven days a week, no exceptions, the rules are in place to ensure
that you are a happy and contented husband, who I can love with all my heart. I
expect you to be openly submissive, attentive and obedient, not just at home
but in all social situations, taking pride in your position as my supportive
husband. I will not tolerate another incident like last night, this is not a
role you can switch on or off as it suits you. The game stage is now completed,
I will lead, you will follow, do you understand darling?"
I was
stunned but "Yes Honey" was all that was needed for me to say and all
I wanted to say.
Mrs Taylor
smiled as she gently clasped my shoulders with her hands.
“Now,
although you have bought me little happiness recently, let’s see if the
situation can be improved"
She
gently guided me down past her beautiful collar bones, past her gorgeous cleavage
and across her yummy tummy, stopping me at the place in the world where I feel
the happiest & safest, right above the centre of her power.
"You
may now worship my pussy" I rested my jaw on her gorgeous thighs my cock
pulsed at each luscious lick of her beautiful manicured folds.I felt
the waves of pleasure flow out of her through me, I focused hard so not to cum
with her. Then rested gently petting her thighs while bathed in the most
wonderful feeling of closeness to my amazing beautiful wife Mrs Taylor.
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