All of the housewives who henpecked their husbands, a precursor to current FLR lifestyles. Darlene surmised that for every man like her husband, there were four or five husbands who were wife-controlled, but to a lesser degree. In Darlene’s case she controlled the money, the social schedule (which usually had hubby at home) and she didn’t do housework.
And when quickly asked how many boyfriends, she replied “Twenty or so, give or take a few,” to which she received a round of applause. When asked if hubby knew about her men, she said “Probably, but I didn’t give a damn! If he wanted to stay married, he had to shut up and accept it. And he did.”
The evening with Darlene was very empowering for women—and very exciting for submissive men!
Of all the consequences for infractions, I think penetration is for him hands down the most humiliating experience. The first time it was done, it was a consequence of his resisting my authority. I had my arms around him while he was doing the dishes, touching his butt, which I do regularly (see below), and he resisted. I wanted to start making love, but he was having a tantrum and said he did not want to. So I made a decision. I wound my hands around his waist and continued to feel him and told him to look straight ahead. Unfortunately I had to tell him several times and finally I lost my patience. I unzipped his trousers and whispered into his ear, “Get down on your hands and knees.” He started trembling, looking at me and asking, “Why?”
I repeated the command, pointing my finger down at the floor. I kept it down until he knelt down and obeyed. Then I went into my room and got the dildo. I think he expected a spanking. He always grits his teeth beforehand—he HATES to be punished—and returned with it. I pulled down the boxers and that’s when it started.
I hope I am not being too coarse or direct here, but the butt/bottom/posterior is the best place, I think, to humiliate a man. It’s the one spot they never have “invaded.” I don’t know how to say this delicately, but a strap-on should be used as a stern and straightforward punishment. The first time I did this, he cried. Make sure you dominate your little boy completely. I stayed in him a long time and gave him a little kiss, asking him, “Who’s in charge?” while still in him. He could barely get out an answer. “And what’s your job?” I asked next.
“To obey.”
“What?”
“To obey you.”
I recently have started a job, about 6 hours per day in the housekeeping department of a large hotel. This has helped my bathroom cleaning, and bed making, and vacuuming skills at home. When I am done my part-time job, I have to get home so I can have dinner on the table for my wife, do the dishes, and either clean or do some laundry.
Since the purpose of this job is education, of course the money is deposited into my wife’s bank account.
In Her house we have established a housekeeping schedule. A whole-house light cleaning is done daily as schedules permit. I say as schedules permit because lets be honest, one cannot always work a full day at the office, come home, cook, clean, shop, serve AND please Her, every day! Some nights we entertain, or go out, or simply devote the night to Her pleasure, BUT the tasks must be made up, naturally. So, light cleaning daily. Deep-cleaning at least 2 rooms on Sunday while She shops with Her Gal-pals
During this time, it’s important to note that i am to serve their slightest whim if she’s home. And, i am strictly prohibited from placing a single glance at the television, ESPECIALLY if it’s a sporting event
Infantilize. I love infantilizing my boy. It makes me feel so amorous towards him. I remind him that he really doesn’t know what he’s doing, or all the facts of the matter, and he shouldn’t worry about them. “Now, now,” I say, “I know this is difficult for you, so why don’t you go take care of those dishes/that dinner/go read, and I’ll figure it out.” Keep in mind that men are, in general, seven years behind women in their emotional growth. They need leadership and guidance, and they should understand they need to be told what to do. It will help them adjust to their roles.
As men committed to Matriarchy and Feminist causes, the men in our group feel deeply obligated to serve women and promote their interests.
Tom and I spend every Wednesday night working at the center. Both our wives are directors at the center, so we worship our wives by working at a place so dear to both of them. It is in this spirit that we encouraged the rest of the guys to join us and volunteer as a group to spend an evening there, doing whatever needed to be done. Our wives approved, so I also called the center for permission.
By their own proud admission, the women there are “angry Feminists” who don’t want men just showing up, supposedly to help out, and then causing trouble. Men have to be recommended by someone known to the center, preferably a woman, although a man with Feminist credentials will do. Sue and i recommended the guys to the center. When men arrive they have to sign in and show ID; the women want to know exactly who’s there. After we signed in, Connie, the woman in charge (wearing a top emblazoned “BITCH”), handed us all pink shirts to wear that identified us as volunteers who’d been signed in. These shirts are left over from past marches and rallies and adorned with a word or phrase.
Connie provided us some orientation: “If anyone of us—meaning the women—tells you to do something, you do it.” “When you’re done with a job, ask us for another.” Finally she added, “The restroom is at the end of the hall and everyone sits to pee!”
That was it, no small talk, no welcome, no going around the room for introductions, and certainly no thank you for coming. There’s never a thank you; it’s the women who are doing the men a favor by giving them an opportunity for repentance. We were told what to do and soon we were busy filing, copying, serving coffee, cleaning, vacuuming—whatever was needed, whatever we were told.
The women are demanding at the center, but that’s okay. As men we have to take responsibility for how patriarchy has unjustly benefited men at the expense of women. We realize that men—all men—have to atone for the sins of the past whether we, as individuals, were responsible or not. The women at the center realize that progressive gentlemen want to atone, but that doesn’t mean it has to be easy. To the contrary, atonement has to be hard, so the center makes it hard. They are very demanding. “Get to work,” “No chitchat,” “You call that clean?” and the like are often heard as the women make sure they get the most out of every male volunteer.
Sounds tough, but there’s very little turnover. Most men who volunteer come back to the small church basement on a regular basis and help as they can, doing things in the relative shelter of the center or even doing very public things like participating in Feminist rallies and marches.
In a manner of speaking John is my slave as well as my husband. Some argue that it is an ugly word, and that the word submissive should be substituted in its place. In a sense though my ownership of John extends well beyond simply being a collared submissive. In our personal life John has little freedom to come and go, spend money, or arrange a social schedule. His responsibilities, his chores and duties are planned for him. He is told what to do and when to do it. Any changes from his preapproved schedule requires permission. Any spending of money beyond a small amount requires permission. Except for preapproved purchases such as gas and groceries he is not allowed to use a credit card. There are times when these controls frustrate him. He, however, has never rebelled against my authority. He understands that any type of rebellion would not last long, and there would be severe punishment associated with it.
It may be only my imagination but since collaring her husband I can see a different type of glow on Becky’s face. Much of the tension associated with equalitarian marriage is gone. Not only is her husband at Becky’s beck and call, but he is truly involved with the family. His television time is limited, and his days of playing for ever on the computer are over. He is not allowed turn on either the television or the computer without Becky’s permission. This is a simple yet effective rule that most women should have in their homes. I will repeat it. (No television or computer play without permission).