I have always wanted to be a "housewife", not a teacher, not a lawyer, not a doctor, just a housewife. I loved the 1950's lifestyle where the woman stayed home and the husband left for work each morning and came home to his wife and kids and dinner on the table. As a child that is the life I dreamed of. Maybe that is because my life was so vastly different then that. *(More about my early life can be found in my blog as I have been asked to repost my early years.)*
As I started dating, I quickly learned the power a woman could hold over a man. I enjoyed playing my games and making those poor boys jump through hoops to please me. But after a little while I lost interest in the games. Then 11 years ago I met the man I would come to marry. He was different. He did not fall for my games. Pouting lips and puppy eyes did nothing to him (except make him laugh which was not what I was going for). I realized he was different. This wasn't some boy, this was a man…a real man that knew what he wanted and knew how to control himself and his desires. I was instantly hooked and scared at the same time. I knew this was what I was looking, man that could take care of me, love me, respect me, and control me.
But neither of us knew where we would eventually end up. We enjoyed the kinkier things in life. We liked bondage and he even contacted a real Master at one point for "tips", however that frightened me and we backed off of the kinky stuff for a while.
We married two years after we met and had a pretty normal marriage at first. I was always submissive toward my husband. I would fix his plate for him, lay out his clothes, meet him at the door, and turn to him for all final decisions. I guess really this attitude came from my biblical upbringing. He never demanded I do any of this, it was just my nature to do it and his accepted it as a gift of a loving wife. It was never hard to submit to my husband becuase he was doing what he was suppose to do; love, honor, charish, protect, provide....
After several years of marriage we started to realize we needed something more. Something was missing. My husband started looking online and discovered a large community of people with similar ideas and desires as us. They fell under the umbrella of BDSM. He printed pages and pages of stories and articles for me to read. We discussed what we thought was good and what we thought wasn't so good. We talked about what we wanted and what we needed and expected in our relationship. After several months of discussion and debate I agreed to formally accepted my husband as my Master and became his slave. On our 5th wedding anniversary I was officially collared. Of course at first I balked the term "slave", in my mind "submissive" didn't sound as harsh.
We jumped in too fast and within months we had to back pedal. There were to many rules and protocols and I felt strangled in all the expectations. We realized that we couldn't expect to be like everything we read right from the start, even if we both wanted it. We had to start slowly and work our way there. That was the hardest lesson to learn and accept.
Now 4 years later this lifestyle has brought us much closer, made our marriage stronger, and more secure. We trust each other more then anything and we communicate everything openly and honestly. I can't express in words the power and freedom that it gives me to lay my will and my choices into his hands and know that he will use the power I have granted him to help me grow into something I could never imagine I could possibly be and know that he would not use that power to demean or hurt me. It is a whole different level of freedom, freedom in servitude. I derive joy from bringing pleasure to my Master and knowing he finds pleasure in me.
If you saw us walking in a park you would probably never guess anything about us was "different" . We have a family jobs friends hobbies interests fears just like everyone. We are not tattooed or "goth" looking. And we even attend church most Sundays.
The Master /salve comes out in the bedroom mostly while the Dom/sub is 24/7.
