If you want to instill in a man a sense of his servitude then you need to require him to provide the services a servant provides. Domestic chores are good for him. They teach him who he is. Also, to see a man burdened with housework makes me happy.

What most submissive men can’t imagine in their fantasy life is that the life of a slave is often painfully boring. Housework is drudgery. I do my part to make it interesting by making the rewards hard to earn and the punishments intense. Service is the practical aspect of female domination that any woman could learn to love.

If I am doing my job as a dominatrix correctly the drudgery he performs becomes infused with a spirituality that happens as he surrenders to me as his goddess. Thus, cleaning the floor becomes, for him, an act of worship. Now, that’s a great way to get the housework done! If I am doing this right, then the more he works and suffers the more he loves me.

I have my sub, Butler, keep a notebook of instructions. In it, he keeps his list of chores. It’s divided into different sections. For example there is a divider for every room in the house. There is garden section and travel section, etc. Each time I think of something I want him to continue to do, I give him very specific instructions on exactly how I want it done. If it goes in the book, he’s responsible for it. Over the last few years a common phrase he has heard is, “That’s one for the book.” Picture a two inch thick ringed binder filled with detailed instructions.

Lately, I have experienced the joy of driving home knowing that he has spent every second that we’re apart preparing the house for my arrival. I love knowing that when I’m there he can’t take his eyes off of me and when I’m gone he’s working constantly to please me. When I arrive, I see gleaming floors and carefully folded laundry. I see the lawn manicured and the garden weeded. Finally, I see him anxious that I will find something wrong that will cause me to punish him. Again. Of course, I look very hard for his mistakes. After all, I want to make it fun for both of us. Ha!

As our relationship progressed, I have expected tiny tokens of submission from him in multiple ways that alone might not mean much but together are starting to change how we interact. For example, I no longer carry anything in my hands other than my purse when we leave the house. It’s a seemingly inconsequential rule but it is an example of one of many rules that he has to obey. Seeing how it inconveniences him makes me smile.

In addition, to emphasize his role as a beast of burden, I now make him carry a male handbag that I can put things in that I don’t want to carry in my smaller more stylish purse. Not only is this convenient for me it has the added advantage of making him feel slightly foolish.

I can think of dozens of rules that I have implemented as a constant reminder of his place. For example, I don’t allow him to sit on the furniture in the living room. He pretends to like sitting on the floor when we have vanilla company. I simply smile.

When I eat in the kitchen he may sit at the table with me. If I eat alone in the dining room, he must hover out of sight waiting on me.

On most days he is present to dress and undress me. It’s not especially erotic for me to be dressed and undressed but if I have been denying him it can be quite a tease.

Every night he appears at a set time to brush my hair, put away my clothes, and turn down my bed.

When we are with vanilla couple he is to act as naturally as possible but he must constantly watch for my subtle hand signals that might tell him to agree with me, step away from the conversation, or remain silent. I suppose we have a dozen such private signals.

Anytime we visit another couple in their home, I require him to try very hard to put himself in a subservient position by offering to do the dishes after dinner or whatever chore that seems most helpful. I love punishing him for not being able to talk a hostess into using him in this way. I find it amusing to watch him desperately trying to charm a woman into allowing him to help, knowing that if he fails he will suffer for it.

I expect doors opened, drinks carried, and umbrellas unfurled. The list goes on and on. I am an independent woman. I can do all of these things for myself but what would that teach him? I believe that these rules act like steel wool to slowly polish and mold him into a proper servant. His service has now started to be automatic. So have my demands. I feel we have stepped up to a new level of a dominant/submissive relationship.