Kurai Mori(dom male)
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1 year ago •
Feb 22, 2023
1 year ago •
Feb 22, 2023
Me and marriage, is like water and oil... we just don't mix all that well.
Thus, I might not be the best person to comment on this. But I did have some full-time relationships that were BDSM based.
And the one that worked out the best - is the one I am going to reference for my response.
My submissive and I, lived in a 1950's household type of relationship.
She cooked, cleaned, had dinner ready when I came home. And looked after the kids (basically everyone in the household that was younger than us - as we had roommates from time to time -20-somethings- trying to get their lives back on track). I also gave her a monthly food budget, which she adhered to religiously.
She was a mess, if she came in even a penny over.
I told her, as long as we needed everything we got and it would be used. It was okay, as long as we didn't go hundreds of dollars over. Which was funny, because one Costco trip did exactly that. I capped our trip to $200 and we spent closer to $350, she fell to her knees and begged for me to not beat her, tears in her eyes and everything...
But, getting back to daily life...
I would open her doors, she would walk just behind - but next to me, always. Never in front nor at my direct side. She always wanted people to know I was lead in our relationship. I made the introductions. I ordered our meals, unless she wanted something special - then I would tell her to give her specifics.
I always initiated anything sexual between us.
I basically set the tone and type of relationship between us. But she wanted to be responsible for the household and looking after me.
I wasn't allowed in the kitchen - which was fine. I grew up in an Italian household and it was Grandma's kitchen, regardless of whose house you were in. Men weren't allowed...
Laundry was her thing as well. She expected to be left alone to do laundry - while I went and did other things. But I helped when I could, got yelled at for doing it wrong. So, I helped fold and put my clothes away, when I was told I could do so.
She never drove, was always the passenger.
And she always deferred to my judgment - even though I gave her an opportunity to voice an opinion. The final decision was always mine to make.
We also made an effort, to attend everyone's events.
If someone was participating in a sporting event. Or Charity... or whatever. We always showed up and supported our 'family'.
Everyone always commented on how couple-ish we were - asking how long we had been married. We gave up trying to set the record straight and told people we had stopped counting.
And like so many of my marriages. This too ended, but I enjoyed it while it lasted. But unlike my marriages - I miss this one the most.
Hopefully you find some answers or inspiration?
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