Friday, June 26, 2015


(Note from Mark Remond: This is the first in what I hope will be a series of guest posts from "Jerry," a man totally under the spell of his beautiful and controlling wife, "Diane." A powerful aspect of Jerry's submission , as you will see, involves his being cuckolded. This is very much a hot-button topic, of course, and one which I don't recall being discussed here before, though it has become commonplace in many other FLR blogs. The focus here is not on the wrong or right of cuckolding, but on Jerry's need to speak candidly about this deeply submissive fantasy of his, and his subsequent reaction when fantasy became reality)

I’m 42 years old, and my wife, Diane, is 40. We’ve been happily married for 15 years and have three children together—a 14-year-old girl and two boys, 12 and 10. From the beginning my wife has been the head of the household, and her judgments, opinions and priorities rule. She has complete control of the family finances. All earnings from my main employment are deposited into her account, and from this she provides me with an allowance. There is absolutely no need for Diane to explain anything whatsoever about the family finances to me. She is free to spend as she alone sees fit whether, in her judgment, for the benefit of the family or merely for her own enjoyment. Recently, for example, she purchased a new Mini Cooper convertible, and this was her decision alone.

Obviously I am submissive to her. Indeed, I worship the ground she walks on, and I worship her literally from head to toe. Putting her shoes on has become a daily ritual for us. In the morning as Diane gets ready for work she requires me to fetch her footwear for the day and then place her selection on her feet. I go into her closet and locate the appointed pair, then kneel before her with the shoes until she instructs me to begin. I start by kissing the top of her left foot very gently, then carefully putting on the shoe, then kissing the top of the shoe before repeating the same process with her right shoe and right foot. Following this, I fasten a gold ankle bracelet around her right ankle. (Yes, I know what some of you may be thinking—Don’t married women wear anklets on the left, and unmarried women on the right? Stay tuned.)

Increasingly, over the past 14 years since our first child was born, I have expressed my obvious submission to my wife in front of our children in what I think are appropriate ways—as, for example, treating her soles with lotions and creams to keep them soft and sexy. For another example, when watching TV as a family in the evening, my wife and children usually sit on the sofa while I sit on the floor near her feet, caressing and casually kissing them.

Like many other wife-worshiping husbands who have posted or commented on this blog, I do all the household chores—laundry, running errands, scrubbing the floors, etc. Often while I’m doing my chores, Diane goes out shopping for sexy outfits or getting her hair done, or simply out enjoying herself, spending as she sees fit. As mentioned, she need not, and usually does not, tell me where she is going or what she will be doing.

Now here comes a confession, one that I don’t think will shock too many readers of this blog. I have often fantasized about Diane having a secret affair. I have imagined this incredibly sexy woman spending Friday nights out with a lover, being pleasured, pampered and worshipped by him while I stay at home, looking after the children and doing my house chores, perhaps scrubbing floors on my hands and knees.

Recently I had to go abroad for work for a few days, between a Thursday and a Monday. While I was away I of course kept Diane informed of my doings by phone and emails. So on Friday evening, after finishing my day’s work, I left Diane a simple and to-the- point phone message: “Just getting to my hotel room now, honey, I love you.” It had been a long hot day, so hot and humid, in fact, that it took my breath away each time I stepped out of my air-conditioned car into the furnace heat. Holding my overnight bag in my teeth I struggled clumsily to open the hotel door, and once inside dropped everything at the foot of the bed. Letting out a long and loud sigh, I collapsed on the bed, then stretched out for a few moments thinking of nothing but how blessedly good it felt to lie there in my air-conditioned cave.

After a while, however, my tired mind began to wonder why Diane hadn’t answered the phone herself. After all, it was nearly 3:30 in the afternoon, and the kids would be home from school soon. She always liked to be there for them on their return. (Let me insert here that Diane is a terrific mom in all ways.) But I quickly put my mind at ease. It was, after all, no big deal. Lately Diane and I have both begun enjoying a little freedom from the kids now that they’re getting a bit older. So I turned on the TV and began channel surfing. An hour slipped past before my cell phone began ringing. It was one of the kids, asking me where Mom was—all the kids were wondering apparently. No “Hi, Dad, how was your day?” or anything but “Where’s Mom?”

“I don’t know, honey,” I answered. “I’m sure she’ll be home soon.”

“Okay, bye, I love you!” Click.

I stared at the phone and chuckled, thinking: “I definitely have to teach my kids some phone manners.”

Figuring now that Diane must have escaped to the local casino, I texted her in a teasing way: “Good luck, hope you’re enjoying gambling away my hard-earned money!” and waited for a reply.

After a short while she texted back: “Thanks, I hope to get lucky : ), but I am not at the casino lol... I’ll text you later.”

“Where are you then?” I queried.

There was no reply. Puzzled, I could do nothing but wait... and let my imagination get the better of me.

Having received her text, I knew my wife was okay, obviously not in harm’s way. Her text was flirtatious and included a smiley face, so I also knew she was in a good mood. So, she had to be out with one of her friends, but who? That was the million dollar question. My rational mind said she had to be with her best friend. All evidence pointed to that—she was out and happy, simply too busy to talk to me.

But there were clues pointing to something else. I felt the familiar stirrings on a fantasy involving my deepest desire of submission to her, my desire for her to cheat on me. Images of Diane making love to some complete stranger swarmed through my mind. I saw her sexy body wrapped up in the arms of this other man, saw her enjoying herself, spending that part of our family income that I’d earned.

Immediately I sent her a couple of emails and texts telling her how much I adore her and how beautiful she is. But I wanted to do more. Immediately on my return, I decided, I would give her a surprise gift and take her shoe shopping as I knew she had a night out planned the following weekend and needed some new heels.

As mentioned above, Diane completely controls the family finances and all the earnings from my main (full-time) employment, and she provides me with an allowance. But I also have a part-time job with her permission, buying and selling items online, and I spend almost all of this extra income for her. I love to lavish her with expensive and elegant gifts. The remaining amount is spent on gifts for our children, such as toys and games.

When I returned home Diane and the kids greeted me. I hugged and kissed the children, then hugged and kissed Diane softly on her lips. Then I asked her please to come with me, explaining to the kids that the two of us had to do some shopping and would be back soon. I took her hand and out we went. As always, I opened the passenger door for Diane, and before we drove away, we kissed passionately. But when she asked me where we were we going, I teased her just to wait and she’d find out very soon. To her surprise and delight, the destination was a designer shoe shop where I paid for a very sexy pair of Italian high heels of her choice.

When we returned home, I asked all the children please to go upstairs as I needed to talk privately to their mom. As soon as they left, I knelt before Diane and worshipped and kissed the soles of her feet, then lovingly helped her into her sexy new designer heels.

Friday night arrived: When Diane goes for a night out with her girlfriends, all of whom seem to be single, she always instructs me to drive her to the nightclub where she meets them, and I pick her up later, whenever she calls me on her mobile phone. As I mentioned, Diane is 40, but so incredibly sexy that she doesn’t look more than 30. But driving her to and from the club is not my only involvement in her nights out.

She allows me to help her prepare for these outings. On the night in question, I drew her a bath and afterward worshipped her neck before putting on her elegant diamond necklace, then worshipped and kissed the soles of her bare feet, knelt before her and fastened on her anklet, and then sucked her toes before sliding on her diamond toe ring. Next I helped her into her new sexy high heels that I had just given an extra polish.

When it was time to leave, Diane reminded me to start the laundry as soon as I got back home and to cook dinner for the children. Then, brimming over with adoration, I drove her to the nightclub, feeling so lucky to be able to worship such an earthly goddess.

Back home again, I started the laundry and cooked dinner for the children and myself. After we finished, I cleaned the dishes and continued with ironing some clothes and some doing some vacuuming.

At three a.m. Diane called me from her cell phone and instructed me to pick her up in exactly one hour. The nightclub is only about a 30-minute drive from our house, but for some reason I decided to leave immediately, and instead of going to our agreed-upon meeting spot, to park near the nightclub entrance and wait there until she left the club with her girlfriends.

Shortly after I arrived and parked, however, I witnessed something that has changed my life forever. I saw Diane come out of the club with a guy, a complete stranger to me, and they were kissing—I mean really kissing, French kissing. They couldn’t see me, but I watched them touching each other intimately and kissing deeply for at least 15 minutes before I backed the car away quietly and went to wait for my wife at our meeting spot.

When Diane arrived at 4 a.m., I kissed her sweetly as usual and said nothing about having spied on her outside the club, or, of course, what I had seen as a result. On our way home I asked her casually how her night out had gone, and she told me that she’d enjoyed it very much and that the time had passed so quickly, and that she was already looking forward to seeing her friends again.

I bet, I thought! In fact, to this day, my wife does not know that I am aware that she has a boyfriend behind my back.

What is my reaction? Well, yes, there is some jealousy, I can’t deny it. But there is something deeper than jealousy that I felt that night. In fact, I was turned on like never before and saw Diane as truly a sexual goddess. This just made me even more submissive to her. When we got home early that morning I knelt before her and licked her soles, sucked her toes and worshipped her slavishly.

Two weeks later I gave her another surprise gift—purchased like my other gifts to Diane with the proceeds from my extra job, this one an expensive “Sexy” diamond and platinum necklace.

Since that memorable night, I feel incredibly excited and turned on each time I help Diane prepare for another night out “with the girls.” My submissive excitement continues throughout the hours she is gone, knowing that I am obligated to do all the house chores and laundry while my sexy wife is taking her pleasure with another man and, of course, freely spending money I have earned to further her enjoyment.


Anonymous said...

This I think was a great post. He truly loves his wife and desires her happiness above all else. He has worked hard to give it to her and enjoys seeing her so happy. He feels good about himself not only because of the success that provides the ability to take care of her, but the fact that his submissive approach towards her has made her comfortable enough to feel good about focusing on her own needs. And they still have a great marriage. She is in control, she treats him well, he loves her and works for her happiness, she feels great enjoying herself and enjoying other men. This is the happy marriage most submissive men dream about.


Anonymous said...

I hope you've thought about the implications of your tacit encouragement of your Queen cuckolding you.
You may find yourself being submissive to your Queen AND her bull.
Thanks for posting and please do post again. I'm really interested to see how this develops.
I can understand your psyche, the thrill and satisfaction you feel from being increasingly submissive to your Queen.
However, I worry about how these scenarios can ultimately end.
Best wishes kindred spirit.

I'm-Hers said...

What a sad post. You write..... "and have three children together—a 14-year-old girl and two boys, 12 and 10." Can you imagine what kind of impact it would have on them if they learned of your wifes infidelity? Can you imagine how they might feel? How screwed up will their world be when they learned about a relationship style they've never before heard of? How will you and your wife explain it to them? Will you be truthful or lie and if you choose either you're screwed because the first won't be understood by your children and the latter will lead to even more lies.

I know the thought of having your wife being with another man turns you on - and apparently it doesn't bother her either. But you two decided to be parents and that changes everything. If it were just the two of you I think things would be simpler - but it's not. An obviously you haven't thought through the 'what ifs'. I hope you can keep this a secret and not destroy the trust your three treasures have in their mom and dad.

Anonymous said...

I agree with I'm-Hers.

I've read and enjoyed this blog for a year or two now and lately, it seems to be different to what it was before. It reads more and more like a fantasy story than the more... mature brand of FLR I thought it used to be.

On this post in particular, obviously if it works for you two then fine but as I'm-Hers said, you two are not the only parties involved here.

ChefEPL said...

I feel a little uncertain about this blog post. I am also cuckolded by my wife but we have always been open an honest about it with each other and because of that it has worked out very well. The fact that she is doing it behind your back feels more like a betrayal to your submission and designed to hurt you, maybe even an emotional betrayal.
I would encourage you to get her to 'confess' (for want of a better word) her cuckolding of you and bring it out into the open between you. As a dominant wife she should feel free to cuckold you openly and it would enforce your submission. Once that is done you two would have the perfect marriage.

Anonymous said...

Dear I'm-Hers,

I do not agree with you when you state that my wife having a boyfriend would have any negative impact on our children or that we are living a lie.

1. Certain acts of submission are performed only in our bedroom, or when the children are not around. I have no intention to involve our children in this and I am sure it's the same with my wife. I can assure you that our children see a devoted mom who is always there for them, and a hard working dad who worships their mom and who do anything to keep them happy. What they see is mom and dad who are deeply in love. When we go out as a family they see Mom and Dad always happy holding hands, hugging each other or kissing lightly on the lips. They never saw us argue. What kind of impact does this have on them?

2. My wife is fully aware that she is free to do as she pleases and that she can have a boyfriend anytime she wants. She also knows that she need not tell me where did she go or with whom. I am always kept in courtship mode and most of the time I am only allowed to pleasure my wife orally, However when she allows me, we do have great and passionate sex. So where is the infidelity in this?

4. In my opinion the fact that we have 3 children does not mean that my wife cannot enjoy herself in whichever way she likes, and that includes having a boyfriend. The only difference is that with the children around we must both ensure that they are not involved in anyway or form. If and when she decides to tell me all the details of her affair, we will be both responsible enough to keep her affair as a secret from our children.

Another point I would like to make is that I never tried to 'investigate' what is she doing. On that occasion I saw her by coincidence because I happened to arrive early. Since then I never tried to spy on her, and I don't feel the need to, since she is my Queen and is free to do as she deems fit.

I hope this clarifies.


I'm-Hers said...

Thanks for clarifying Jerry. However I think you and I will have to agree to disagree. I understand the desire the two of you have in keeping what you have a secret but your 14 year old will soon be 16 or 17 and have friends of similar (or older age). The fear I see on the horizon is having her, or one of her friends spot your wife (as you did, by chance) and in the process have her world flipped upside down. And over what? A little fun on the side?

Have you listened to the prison escape in NY play out? A simple 'cough' in the woods revealed a prisoner. A guy walking across the road a little too fast was enough to catch the other. Even our best laid plans go awry and in our cell phone crazy world all it takes is one person posting a pic with your wife and her beau in the background to create a world of turmoil at home. To me, it's just not worth it - no matter how tough it might be to not play around on the side. It just isn't - for the sake of the kids it's not.

Thanks for taking the time to explain your point of view.

Anonymous said...

I am sorry that so many people disapproved of this post. From a spiritual standpoint, they are both extremely fulfilled and compatible with each other. And the disapproval is what? Fear that she might leave him for a bull? 50% of normal marriages already end in divorce. Fear that the children will find out? Then learn to accept who you are and that you are happy with your relationship. Explain to your children that there are many different types of people and relationships and that we must follow our hearts instead of worrying about what other people think. There is no reason to lie to your kids or make them think that they have to grow into a normal marriage that fails 50% of the time anyway.


Anonymous said...

It's difficult to admit, but I yearn to let my wife know that if she wished to pursue encounters with other men with better endowments or just to get that adrenaline rush with a new person, she would have my permission and blessing. I would be happy for her if she experienced such a thing, and had that kind of freedom. So how do I do it? Do I just tell her?

Anonymous said...

Hi Scott,
Of course I disagree, but I'm not going to argue.
If attitudes like that are spreading,
If we openly accept just any and every type of deviancy (bruce jenner),
If the SCOTUS continues on its current path,
Then marriage will become pointless and obsolete.
The POTUS will have succeeded in "fundamentally transforming" the USA.

So sad.

Anonymous said...

I have to say, it's pretty amusing that Obediant Husband is so concerned about the future of marriage, since a wife-led relationship is by nature anti-traditional marriage. Marriage is a patriarchal creation that establishes the man as the leader and the woman as his property, so personally I think that the further we get away from that mentality, the better.

Besides, women have been having lovers on the side for much longer than you realize and society hasn't crumbled yet ;)

Anonymous said...

I look forward to reading more about your marriage to your dominant wife. I too am in a similar marriage where my wife has a BF and i am chaste and totally obedient to her AND her BF. This was a process for us but as our journey has evolved, so have we. I can understand your excitement at both seeing your wife with her BF and knowing you are providing this venue for her to have fun. Even if it means you must toil for her, and even suffer a bit of jealousy. You seem to me to be very well thought out in your endeavors with your wife. I look forward to reading and learning more. Your level of pleasure would be heightened if she told you of her lovers I feel. I worship my wives feet after she has been pleasured by her lover. It is truly exquisite Scott.
best of luck to you

Happy Cuck

Kathy said...

What I believe is that all of this business is more about another male fetish than something real women want. There are women, of course, who may thrive with multiple sex partners. However, too much is made of this on most of the guy blogs. Most women, who are in some type of a femdom relationship want only one man. Most of us want a husband who loves us for who we are and worships the ground we walk on.
For us femdom is about a kind of intimacy that exist only in this most special of special relationships. For us femdom is about intimate love, caring, and raising a family. In this package there is little room if any for multiple lovers or for games. For most of us femdom is about having one sweet, caring, obedient man who lives to both serve and please.


Tony said...

Ms Kathy, when are you going to run for President? Truthful and understanding, 2 wonderful traits of yours, that are certainly missing in so many people.

And to Scott, I wonder how many of the 50% divorced group could have been greatly reduced by honest discussions and confessions about changing to a femdom marriage?


carpadeim said...

I disagree to Cuckolding, but not judging here. Just because you desire to have your Wife lead, doesn't allow her to see other men. It isn't standing in good favor to God.

Therefore a man leaves his father and his mother and cleaves to his wife, and they become one flesh. (Gen. 2:24). Marriage creates “one body"

By your Wife seeing other men, this can and will only separate the one flesh unity between husband and Wife. Remember also that submission should be both ways. Wife to husband and husband to Wife.. Ephesians 5:22-33

But if you submit more to the Wife, there's is nothing wrong with extra submission. God will not punish you for being over zealous. But rather God will answer your prayers when you submit to your Wife! 1 Peter 3:7 so there's power in submission.. Yahoo!

I truly understand cuckolding can be fantasized too much in ones mind, and seem very tempting to give into for your Wife to have other experiences but trust me, nothing good will come of it, but only pain in the end. Heck even flirting to others is wrong because your are opening up your mind to the possibility. If your Wife truly love you, She will not wander off outside looking for something else to satisfy Her needs. And if She does wander outside the relationship, you are doing something very wrong, and need to start falling in Love again with Her

Remember Christ came to Earth not for us to submit to him, but he submitted himself to us from washing others feet, healing the sick, and giving himself as sacrifice.

Anonymous said...

Never have witnessed so many dreamers...........

Anonymous said...

... you guys are pathetic. Grow a pair.

Anonymous said...

Cuckolding since the mid 2000's has multiplied greatly, primarily due to increased graphic internet porn and submissive male masturbation. A dominant female will become more dom when in a pressents of an increasingly feminine or submissive male. The more the sub lives in his selfmade fantasy (where he is incharge of each and every scene) the more out of touch with reality he will become.

Anonymous said...

I had the most amazing experience this week, and I can't share it with anyone except in virtual life.
I've admired a woman for a long time now, and recently was so fortunate as to whisk her away on a trip to Prague. One evening we went dancing, and for the purpose I spent a truly obscene amount of money on beautiful shoes for her lovely feet. I posted here due to the thrill I got when one of the straps came undone. I was given the opportunity to offer her my knee as I was permitted to restrap her beautiful shoe.
Nothing gave me more pleasure than to spoil her and give her shoes worthy of her feet. They aren't small but I love the curve and when we danced she was so graceful.It was a thrill to open doors, pull out chairs,get her coat, and offer my hand when leaving or ending the dance.