But now all we see are women in charge, so we males feel powerless. The power of feminism and matriarchal rule is having a powerful effect on society. This new generation of women expect their males to be attentive, obedient, submissive and well groomed !! I am learning to accept my new role as male in a ever changing female dominate society. Women are re-establishing male identity and their roles in life as supporters to women, househusbands, second class citizens, domestics and the weaker sex. The catchphrase “battle of the sexes” is over, and we males had better get use to kissing female butt, to please them and to survive !

Lynda talks about this quite frequently. It would be nice to live in a neighborhood of career women with househusbands who acknowledge the woman’s leadership in the outside world and family. Have you ever had any problems proclaiming your matriarchal family structure?

I had a male teacher whose wife was a judge. He was also a househusband. I know several students made fun of him, but I told him how much I admired him. He is now a full-time househusband because his wife is a state Supreme Court judge and he wants to spend time with her. I have also heard of several female doctors who have househusbands. Several major female CEOs have househusbands. This teacher was one of the first to say that he felt women were superior to men and that women were taking over the workplace.

I do not think a man who opts for a matriarchal life intends to sit on his behind. As a woman, I will gladly support my husband in return for his active support of my career, including giving dinner parties, creating a beautiful home and serene atmospheres, his deference to me as head of the household, allowing me to get in touch with my assertive side which will make me happy, his love and respect which I will return to him, always aware that I have a certain pre-eminence in the family and relationship.

You couldn’t be more correct. I am constantly busy because my wife, like most career minded women, is very demanding and particular about how she wants things done. You couldn’t be lazy and please Lisa. I would say I work as much and probably more hours per week than most men who have outside careers.

It is awesome to think about the power exchange when the women go to the living room to discuss business while the men are dismissed to do the dishes and prepare the coffee and tea to serve to the women. I also hope you took one moment to introduce yourself in terms of Ms. Lisa being the head of your family. “Welcome to the home of Ms. and Mr. Lisa Smith.”

What I did do, however, was when I greeted them at the door, I introduced myself only as “Lisa’s husband”, not saying my first name. The first woman, Cathy, did not pick up on this, and asked me my name. The second woman, Terri, had a little bit of fun with me. She said, “Nice to meet you Lisa’s husband, I’m Terri. So do you have a name of your own or shall I call you ‘Lisa’s husband’ all evening?” I replied, half jokingly, “Yes, it’s Charles, but I answer to ‘Lisa’s husband,’ ‘Hey you with the apron,’ or even ‘Mr. Lisa.’” Terri laughed and said “Well, I see this is going to be fun.” The three women sat down, I took their drink orders, got their drinks, and then went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. I made Maryland crab cakes with honey mustard sauce, a spinach salad, and herb roasted potatoes.

How did I serve? Like a waiter, with an exceptionally servile attitude. The women absolutely loved it, and when Lisa explained our household arrangement, they loved it even more. They had lots of questions for Lisa and me over dinner which I happily answered. After dinner, I made coffee for them, they went into the living room and talked business for a while, while I cleaned up. After cleaning up, I went in and politely asked “Will there be anything else, ladies?” Lisa’s guests thanked me and replied no.

Lisa said “No, that’ll be all, but before you go to bed, Charles, go through my closet and see if you can find that orange print skirt, you know, the flowered one that I bought in St Croix last year? It’ll probably need to be ironed but you can do that in the morning, just see if you can find it tonight, I want to wear it tomorrow.” “Yes” I replied and left the room, I could hear them talking, “Wow, he does your ironing too!”

What kind of apron do you wear? My boyfriend got several as graduation presents. I gave him one that says “I belong to Her”, his mother gave him one that says, “A Man’s Place Is In The Kitchen”, and one of our professors gave him, “Househusband”.

I find myself imagining that with the right encouragement and with habit, I could be denied sexual release indefinitely. i love serving You and getting You off and taking care of the house and washing your clothes and functioning as Your wife. i enjoy the control that You’ve established and living within whatever Rules You decide to enforce.

Imagine that everything about Your partner is a turn-on–her shape, how her clothes fit her, even her demands. Imagine that when You begin thinking about anything sexual, that larger than life clitoris begins swelling just a little, but enough to press against the metal encasement and cause incessant frustration. And since the device has everything to do with your partner, every sexual thought returns You to thoughts of your partner and making love in a manner that isn’t allowed, that She stymies.

To make matters stranger, imagine no sexual relief at all, just gradual diminution of the feeling and the pressure in the tube as focus happens to turn to something else, although motivation is there, always ready to return to that which is sexually frustrating.

Mistress is usually on top riding me. On occasion she will allow slave to be on top with strict orders not to mess or punishment will be quick and severe. I am also not allowed to look at Mistress and must follow her orders on how fast, how hard, etc.

Occasionally she will allow slave to kneel between her spread legs and stroke her cock until slave leaks pre cum on her pussy and then slave is ordered to clean her up.

the only position I am allowed is my head between her legs

Oh the twice yearly occasions when i am out, it’s always on the bottom.