Her Rules

I know I'm lucky because I have a wife who at least has a sense of humor to deal with certain topics of my interest . She never would like to do it seriously, it's not her style. Though I know that she knows how far my natural male submissiveness is developed, she wouldn't want to really talk about it. Nor she ever did talk much about sex. It's not (only) her catholic education, it's just fun for her to not talk about it. It' s something adults do -from time to time- and it is considered a little bit crazy, but talk much about it? No. That's none of her business.

Being submissive to my wife also means to play at her terms.
She doesn't like to read much either- especially not in English- so chances are little for me to upfront things in a way I would prefer. She knows about me in her ways and she also long started to use the benefits of a female led relationship by extending her power over me, it comes along with a touch of ironic humor when it comes to what one would call the kinky side.

Surely it works for her without her having to act in a LFA- style (whatever you would understand with that), but who (but me) cares?
So that's why I feel the time is not far when I could drop things more or less seriously but mixed with that touch of humor which she likes, more tiptoe- like.
So like when she asks what I am doing I'd say I'm just reading some blogs about FLR- she might be interested. (I wouldn't show her the home- site of Elise Sutton, she wouldn't like the images, better the aroundherfinger.com).
It seems it has to be her way. Our way. It has to deal with the rules she is accepting or it has to be nothing but shit, that happens.

Take your time, but don't forget the target (how could I ever) and know: it's all up to her. There are no rules but her rules.

That takes me to the wonderful last postings from Veezknight and GoddessV's on their blog, which I highly recommend tonight to this concern. I would like to translate it into German -for my wife- for a German blog, when they give me permission.

I read their blog for a while and took some time to step back to the beginning of that blog..please, if you are interested in the topic: read it all. It's good and well written.

Sunday Morning

Saturday night I had some interesting dreams about strange neighbours, who wanted to cut some trees of our garden because those trees took too much sun from their property. That was not really a sexual dream as I would have expected after going to sleep in a state of arousal that night- as I told you here.
With one exception. Later a female appearance who did not look like my wife- but acted like her (the way she was demanding things from me) came along.

She was blond and more or less very thin (very small breasts, both differs totally from my wife)

She came to the place where I was arguing with my neighbours and made me drive her to see a doctor- she said, that only after asking the doctor she would be able to "have somebody" for intercourse. Whereby she looked at me as if I did not have any chance to be the one... I was feeling kind of guilt for not driving properly or so. Or for giving up the trees in our garden for the sake of the neighbourhood. Therefore I was not deserving anything- that's how it felt.

She went to see the doctor: I was kind of jealous because he ordered her to get totally naked in front of me and she did not hesitate one moment. Then they left together the room to go to the doctor's office and left me behind.
She came back -after a long time- and did not mention any results of the examination of her body, but wanted me to drive her somewhere else, (she wasn't dressed again) where any "other decisions" had to be done.... Then this scene vanished and soon I woke up. When I fell asleep again she didn't occur once more.

The next morning - Sunday morning- I awoke and found her beside me : my wife as the most attractive woman I could imagine- her skin and all the details a man might love when he sees himself besides the woman he loves. She seemed to be still sleeping but she was not because she started to order me to make some tea and a toast for her. She did not open her eyes so she asked if I was still naked and if I were still aroused because I had no sex last night.
Poor boy.
Hm I said I don't have sex on any night usually.
That seemed to be a bad answer and she remained silent for a while.

Get our breakfast she repeated. But now she said "our" breakfast, as if the game to serve her was finished. As if I had disturbed a little bud of romantic love play by mentioning that it was not only the last night that I was left "frustrated". Well I really have to say that last night was wonderful. But many nights when nobody noticed my desires are not.

That's the way things are. Sometimes you like it sometimes you don't. The point is, you want to be seen, you want to be told. If you cannot have it there should be your wife to say to you: I know what you want, but you cannot have it today, because I like it that way.
This is erotic.
But when nobody cares ... it is boring.

Anyway. I brought "our" breakfast and it turned out to be a nice morning anyway. We didn't have sex, but a kind of intimacy which is rare over the last years and I felt lucky and proud to be the one who is allowed to live so near with her and to be the one who made her happy this morning.