Just Icing On The Cake

just icing on the cake

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.

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.