Life Lessons

Life Lessons

Romance is putting an AirTag on a chain around her neck. It makes her feel safe.

First, because you can track her when she forgets her phone.

Second, because nothing will remind her she’s property more than treating her like checked baggage.

I would love to know more of your back story for how/when you became such a completely submissive sex slave. Like, where you this submissive and acceptable to men using you and cumming inside you before meeting your husband? Or only since him have you become this obedient

I haven’t always been this way with men, even if I’ve been interested in it for a very long time. I think back to when I was single and remember wanting it. Submission was hot in bed and intoxicating in lifestyle, if not a little frightening. What that requires, though, is the ability to let go and to wholly trust the set of hands that you place yourself in.

I have a history of male authority figures in my life not being reliable or trustworthy. Past boyfriends were a far cry from feeling like authority anyway, and if they moved to seize it, I balked or challenged it and it did not survive. I have an internal script telling me to look out for myself and to always have my own back. This predisposition to be cautious and guarded makes it difficult to surrender myself. On top of that, it’s very difficult to find someone who I would consider worthy of the work to get there. I don’t want to say that I’ve never met another man that I would consider to be worthy of that type of submission, but I don’t think that I have. It’s not easy to find, and there are so many barriers someone needs to overcome in building that trust with me. The truth is that my Husband is a special man and we met at the right time.

I trust him. I don’t mean just to tell me the truth or that he will stop when I say my safeword. I trust that if he says he will do something, he will follow through with high standards. I trust that he has my back in tough times, even if they rock both of us simultaneously. I trust that he sees me (and our son) as an extension of himself and therefore will do whatever is necessary and nurturing for our partnership (and family). These are the type of assurances I need to allow my partner to make big decisions in my life, like deciding when to have sex that could result in pregnancy and the creation of a new human being. It’s a tall order and it took years to develop.

He did inspire the obedience that you see today. He made it possible to consistently keep this dynamic in the bedroom and to extend it into our daily lives. I was trained over a couple of years, starting with simple things like requiring me to refill the water pitcher when I had emptied it into my glass. He said: I noticed that you leave the linen closet door ajar; that annoys me. Make sure you close it or else there will be consequences.

From there, he provided direction on my wardrobe, instituted orgasm control, required good manners, had me fetch him drinks and do tasks when ordered, and provide sexual service when told without guaranteed reciprocation unless it pleased him. Eventually he threw away my birth control with the intention to breed me for real.

I am so willing to do this for him. I am at my happiest when I can fulfill his fantasies, any that I can manage. I want to see him smile with approval, dote on me, and give me affirmations - and I’m glad to debase myself and bend over backwards to see his satisfaction.

Yes, it’s his doing. But when he arrived, the place was proper for the right man to lay a safe and strong foundation of obedience and devotion.

This way of loving fulfills me.

Good Girl Card 💳

We're about to begin a new phase in our domestic discipline marriage. Starting next week, I’ll lose access to my credit and debit cards. In their place will be something new: the "Good Girl Card."

My husband completely controls our household finances. He has access to all my accounts and credit and debit cards. My paycheck goes into my own savings account, which he monitors. He makes the decisions around how my investments are allocated. 

We usually go over my credit card usage on Sundays as part of our weekly maintenance sessions, and pay off the credit card that day. Any spending that he deems unnecessary is discussed, and then I am disciplined — the severity of my correction depends entirely on how he feels about my specific spending decisions that week. Most weeks I don’t get punished at all, but occasionally I’ll have slip-ups. 

Yesterday, my husband informed me that after this Sunday’s final credit card payment, I will lose my card privileges indefinitely. This decision isn't a punishment for bad behavior, but simply a choice he’s made—one that I am expected to accept and follow.

Instead, my spending will now be managed through the Good Girl Card. This is a loadable, digital debit card that currently has a balance of $50.00. It lives on my phone, and he can add or remove money as he pleases. 

Most of the transactions I encounter day to day can be done via wireless tap-to-pay. I have an emergency debit card that I can use to take out cash in a pinch, with his explicit permission, of course. 

With the Good Girl Card, I earn money for good behavior and by pleasing him. It’ll all be at his whim, but he explained that for example, an especially enthusiastic and pleasurable rimjob might earn me $2.00. Over time, good behavior should result in a balance that offers me the flexibility to make small day-to-day purchases without a problem. 

For bigger purchases, like concert tickets, he’ll decide if I’m allowed to go, and make a purchase for me (outside of the GGC balance) based on my behavior, the price of the ticket, if my calendar is looking overbooked or not, and a bunch of other factors. I’m sure begging nicely and showing him that I’m a good girl who deserves to see a show with my friends will be a non-insignificant factor too.

This level of financial restriction was a bit intimidating to hear him talk about. I’ve transformed from someone who would spend my own paycheck with complete freedom to someone who has their every purchase scrutinized and evaluated, to someone who asks for permission for large purchases in addition to a weekly review, to this current situation — someone who is limited to spending only what he decides I’ve earned. Of course, we’ll still review my purchases weekly, and large purchases (over $50) will still require his explicit permission. 

I’m nervous to be kept on such a tight leash, but I also know it’s for the best. I’ve been able to adapt to this kind of change before. If I can survive moving from being able to masturbate and orgasm whenever I wanted to my current reality of no self-pleasuring whatsoever and orgasming only with his explicit permission, I can also settle into the requirements of my new financial restrictions.

I know it’ll feel extra objectifying when I’ve taken his cock in every possible way, working hard to provide him pleasure, holding back from unearned release of my own, and minutes later I get a notification of $1 or $2 added to my balance. Maybe even $5, if I really impressed him.

But on the flip side, this new system will make me much more cautious about misbehavior. For instance, an accidental orgasm could end up costing me $10 and result a long corrective strapping to boot. I’ll have to be careful to maintain a positive balance, ensuring I don’t go into the red if I make a serious mistake.

Only time will tell how this new dynamic will shape our relationship. My husband is always open to change if something doesn’t work, and ultimately, this is about helping me grow and improving our marriage. Will I become softer, more considerate, and better behaved? Or will I feel too subdued and anxious? Time will tell, but I trust him to make the best decisions for us both.

I need rules. I need structure, I need to be a good girl. I need a bedtime. A schedule. I wanna be told what to do. Please.