Are you one of those guys who’s obsessed with femdom porn and argues with his wife when she asks him to do the dishes? I used to be. I mean, she wasn’t dressed in latex or wielding a whip, she was just nagging me. And who likes a nag?
I had fallen in love with Sheila at first sight some twenty years before. She was a big curvy green-eyed redhead with a kick-ass attitude. She wasn’t a domme but random dudes would beg her to slap them or kick them in the balls. I didn’t want her to think of me like that so I never asked for anything of the kind. We were having some mind-blowing vanilla sex so it wasn’t a big thing. I hungered for domination but our attempts at b&d were stilted and weird so that wasn’t happening.
We got married, bought a house, had a couple kids. We liked being parents and grew closer but Sheila kept at me all the time to do more around the house. I was no match for her verbally so I learned not to point out that she did very little housework. Nor would I mention the hours I wasted watching porn.
One evening Sheila really laid into me for being lazy and selfish. I felt ambushed. I yelled back then stormed outside. Sitting on the stoop I thought “This can’t go on. I either have to leave or just completely surrender and do whatever she says.” I liked the sound of the second option better but didn’t think it would work.
I went back in and sat next to Sheila on the couch. After an awkward silence she asked “Do you feel like getting me a glass of water?” I stood right up and headed to the kitchen, noting her surprised expression as I passed.
Once in the kitchen I felt like a great weight had dropped from my shoulders. It was a spiritual awakening. It felt so good and so right just to obey her that I couldn’t wait for her next request. I looked at my wife of twenty years and she had transformed into a goddess, the answer to every wish I had ever made over a birthday cake or water fountain.
I felt overwhelmed, breathless. Was it just in my head? Was she feeling this? She had gone into the bedroom and lied down. I followed and knelt next to the bed. In a soft voice she said “I don’t like it when you get angry, I don’t like when you argue with me, and I don’t like when you are lazy.” I felt the urge to interrupt, to defend myself, but suppressed it and just listened.
She continued, “I do like when you wash the dishes, when you do the laundry, when you sweep and mop, when you mow the lawn, when you rub my feet, when you rub my back…” Her voice was hypnotic and she was well aware of the effect it was having on me. She placed her bare foot against my chest. “Do you have anything to say?”
“You’re always right,” I managed. She slid the sole of her foot up to my lips and I kissed greedily for a few seconds before she took it away. I wanted to fool around but she made it clear there would be no sex until she knew my brand new attitude was the real thing.
At first it was hard for me to take, being constantly bossed around. Sometimes I’d get irritated but she would say “Are you getting pouty?” Having to say “I’m not getting pouty!” made me feel so ridiculous I learned to stop getting pouty and smile as I submitted. She began calling me her manservant which I loved.
It turns out Sheila, who had no interest in bdsm or female domination, took to female-led marriage like a fish to water. She took over our finances and I was given a ten dollar weekly allowance. I learned to wait for permission to sit, otherwise she would inevitably give me an order the moment my butt hit the couch. When I sit , it’s usually to rub her feet, an activity I never tire of and have indeed become addicted to. Even clothes shopping , something I always hated and complained about, became an exciting experience. If I wasn’t on one knee helping her try on shoes, I was standing erect (sorry) outside a dressing room holding her purse, her coat, and the next seven items she planned to try on.
Sheila began expanding her power over me in unusual ways. She complained that while I seemed happy to serve, my body language indicated differently. I did my best to assume a more subservient posture in her presence. If I came to bed unwashed or unshaven she would muse that I must not be too interested in sex. I come to bed clean and shaven every night now.
As for sex, it happens when she wants. I never know when that will be so I no longer masturbate but save my energy for her when she needs me. It’s not easy because she knows all the little things that excite me and uses them against me mercilessly. Most tortuous is the nightly massage. I kneel beside the bed and rub lotions and balms wherever she instructs me to. Afterwards I get into bed, always aroused, usually physically unfulfilled but deeply satisfied.
When the pandemic hit, I lost my night job and Sheila began working from home. Now I no longer slept in the morning, I got up to make her breakfast. Now I was spending every waking moment at her beck and call, cooking, cleaning and waiting on her. The kids accept it because she is the one working. We speak lovingly to each other and I go about my chores cheerfully so they’re not exposed to any kind of kink dynamic. They’re not conscious of the psychological hold she has over me. She told me early on I could have some free time when my chores were done. That was almost two years ago and I’ve never been close to caught up. My one leisure activity is rubbing her feet while she watches TV and I am fine with that. In our FLR, I’ve reached the point where pleasing her is its own reward and displeasing her is its own punishment. It’s a wonderful place to be. I found happiness in marriage and in life by forgetting porn-fueled domination fantasies and simply being the most obedient pussy-whipped husband I could be to an amazing woman.
Obviously not all women are the same. But if you are a submissive man with a nagging, complaining wife, SURRENDER. Completely. It may be the best decision you ever make.