Step 7 -- I Allow Myself to be Convinced
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity by my loving husband. He was determined to find a solution. The specter of our marriage being over was strong. I even contacted a divorce lawyer and made sure I "accidentally" left her card where he would see it.
I left for my trip with the girls confident that when I came back, he would have a proposal I could work with. I already had control of his sexual releases, but other than that much of our marriage was still a shared enterprise. Our finances and house were in both our names, we made plans like trips as a couple, and his social activities (other than on Toy weekends) were open to him.
I was determined to control all that. I wanted every aspect of his life under my control, and I wanted him to ask me to take that control. I wanted him to embrace what was coming, no matter what I did to him, and I wanted to know there was no way he would ever escape.
When I got back late Sunday night, I could tell he wanted to give me his plan right then, but I had other ideas. I collared him and tied him to the bed, so we could go through our Sunday ritual, with me asking him about how he was doing. I wanted to get a sense of how he was really doing, if he was ready to commit to being mine, or if I needed to draw it out longer to give him more time to become accustomed to the idea of being fully under my authority. I had come too far to rush now.
He had spent all weekend at home - researching, thinking, missing me. He admitted that he had found the lawyer's card and had researched her -- I had picked out a very good lawyer and he knew it. I asked if he had found a lawyer, and he just looked sick. At that point I am not ashamed to admit that we both broke down crying and telling each other how much we loved each other. Through it all I never doubted my love for him, or his for me. I think that is what made all this possible.
Eventually our talking wound down and I released him. I reached for his thick leather collar, to remove it, and he asked if maybe he could just wear it to bed tonight.
"Of course, honey. We should both take tomorrow off from work, and we can use the time to discuss where we go from here. I have already called my boss; she was very understanding of my family emergency."
Then I handed him the phone and watched while he called in, it never occurred to him to deviate from my lead.
In the morning, after breakfast that he served to me in bed, naked except for his cage, we decided to discuss things. He naturally seemed to fall into his weekend routine. I informed him that we would discuss it as if it was a Sunday evening debriefing, and so before he knew it, he was tied up in bed, with his cage off so I could have easy access to his penis.
He was already at attention, but I gently stroked it and asked my soon-to-be-slave what he had come up with.
He described all the features of a Female Led Relationship and laid out how most of it we already were following. That with just a few changes we could be a full-time FLR relationship. It is obvious that what he really wanted, what he hoped by that, is that sex for him would not be just on weekends anymore.
I insisted we step through the details. As he had said I already controlled the sex, but there were other parts to our marriage.
"What about vacations, travel, the time during the week you spend with friends? Would you really be OK being under my authority, deferring to me regarding all those decisions? We would talk it through of course, but it sounds like what you are asking for would be me as the final authority over those things? Is that right?"
"Yes. I know it is asking a lot, but I thought about it, and I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't like, so it wouldn't be a big change anyway."
"What about big life decisions, if I wanted to move to a different state for a job or something. You would really be OK being at my mercy for those sorts of decisions?"
"I don't care where I live, I love you and can't live without you."
