That's what it's come down to. Everything my husband does, every task he under takes has a direct correlation to making me happy. It's wonderful. He basically lives to satisfy my exulted status as a woman. I need not wonder what its like to have a slave that loves me unconditionally, that has indeed become my reality.
It's kind of funny how it all started quite innocently really. He made it known to me that he had a fetish for my shoes and feet. I thought it unusual at first, but after reading about it on various web sites I began to realize that it was not unusual at all. Given the amount of attention that the media lavishes upon women's shoes and feet, it wouldn't surprise me if half the male population suffered with this obsession.
Did I say suffer? Well from where I'm standing and where my husband is kneeling, I'd say his soul was suffering from the karmic debt that he carries with him from past lives. It's my guess, that this karmic debt is something that a good many males are being required to play out in this life. Opportunity knocks for many women.
Getting back to my husband's foot fetish: I would indulge in his fantasies for a time and truly tried to understand what made it all work. His submissive tendencies were directly connected to his state of arousal, which of course was amusing at first, but became very short lived after the fact. He was, what I understand now is, "topping from the bottom."
I let him get away with that for quite a long time, years in fact. In his blissful state of arousal, he wanted to be my slave for rest of his life. From here on he'd promise to do anything that would make me happy. What ever it was didn't matter. Then of course he'd orgasm and it was all over.
I eventually got bored with the play acting and began to challenge my husband while he was in his blissful state of submission. I would call him a big phony. That he was just lying to me and himself. Maybe it's what his dick wanted but not what he really wanted.
I would deliberately ruin his submissive scene and leave him hanging to fend for himself. Self gratification was his only recourse. I had some understanding of orgasm denial, but that would leave my husband thinking with only his dick. I wanted his heart, and I knew his dick would just follow along.
Again, I wanted to know the whys behind his fetishes and submissive tendencies. Was there a spiritual connection? There had to be. My husband explained to me that these feeling went back to his earliest childhood memories. I believe in past lives and that we continue to reincarnate until we balance our debt to the cosmos. This submissive feeling had to be part of his karma.
At that moment a light bulb went off in my head. A complete picture came into view. Was it the absolute truth? Who knows; but it made sense to me.
Karma! Male and female karma intertwined for who knows how many millenniums. Though I believe we were created as equals; through out history we never got our equal share. It wasn't that long ago when we were nothing but property, an extension of our husband's assets. In Canada we weren't even considered persons under the law until the early 1900's.
I came to believe that the dark ages really weren't that long ago, and this made sense to me why so many men are born with theses fetishes and submissive tendencies toward women. It's their karma!
Now, or for the time being anyway, it was the female's turn to take control of the marriage relationship, or maybe the world for that matter. The power was being handed to us on a silver platter. The only stipulation was that we had to take the time to understand it in order to take advantage of it.
Now I needed to break the news to my husband that his sexually submissive predisposition is in fact his male karma, and that as a spiritual quest he should fully embrace its implications.
"What implications?" He would muse.
"Yes dear, the implications are as plain as the nose on your face. You need to embrace and incorporate these sexually submissive desires into our everyday lifestyle." I would reply.
"The shame you feel is nothing but your silly little male ego, getting in the way of a greater calling. It's your soul's dire need to live a life of servitude to me, your loving wife. There's nothing to be ashamed of, once you understand the truth behind it all. It makes perfect sense!" I'd continue with a knowing smirk.
I remember he started stuttering. He looked like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. Being a spiritualist as well; it was one to the things that brought us together in the first place.
He knew right away that what I said made all the sense in the world. I still needed to walk him though it, but that of course was all part of the seduction process. Let the fun and training begin!
"We need to talk, and I mean a very serious talk." I'd demand, then continue.
"Actually I'll talk, you listen." First we need to both get comfortable. Now if I sit here, I'll be quite comfortable. You on the other hand will be more comfortable without any clothes on and kneeling here in front of me, in case I need a place to put my feet."
"That's a good boy. I see you're thinking with your dick again. Well that's going to change, from now on it's your heart and soul that will be doing the thinking and your dick will undoubtedly respond the same as it always has."
"It's makes perfect sense now Robert, or maybe I should call you bobby. Your dick has obviously been chosen as the catalyst to guide your heart to the feet of a woman, where your soul can out-picture its divine purpose as her slave."
"I mean, let's face it, a fetish for feet, submissive desires? What other implications could there be?
"It's such a deliciously perfect strategy. I mean, slavery being illegal and all, how else could the universe create a means by which a common man can became enslaved by a woman; but of course, by the use of sexual energy."
"Sexual energy is very powerful. It resides at the instinctive level of the psyche, much like a programmable computer chip. You, my dear bobby, have been programmed from birth to serve women. The desire is so powerful because it's been united with your desire to procreate. It's purely instinctive!"
"Then of course there's the male ego and the so called society norms that get in the way."
"This just adds to your frustration, leaving you feeling confused and humiliated as you try to battle these karmic instincts. This indeed is divine justice, and it's being played out on the world's stage."
"Oh bobby you look so worried. You mustn't be, everything in this life is going to unfold as it was meant to be; I'll be your master and you'll be my slave. It's providence."
"Bobby, you're trembling. Relax and trust your instincts dear; let them guide you up this path of spiritual development. It's very important that you follow your heart and soul in this matter and put aside society's expectations."
"I'm here to help you fulfill your soul's purpose in this life. So you need to trust me completely. You do trust me don't you bobby?"
I had to hold back from chuckling when his eyes glazed over into the hundred mile stare and nodded apprehensively. I had him exactly where I wanted him. Now it was time to reel him in.
"You need to let go bobby. Let go of that silly male ego and society's ridged constraints that pull you away from your divine purpose."
"You know what that purposes is, don't you?" I lifted my leg straight out and deliberately crossed them ever so slowly, allowing the sound of my stockings to rustle. It immediately broke his gaze.
"Now look at my feet. Their very beautiful aren't they? Stockings in sexy sandals, that's one of your favorites isn't it? Yes it is. I know it is. You see I know you bobby, I know what you need, and I'm here to give you what you need, but you need to trust me."
"You will trust me. I'm going to help you satisfy your karmic debt to women, or more precisely; to me. Your debt of course is to make me happy."
"Now my feet look very pretty, wouldn't you agree? You're drawn to them like a moth to a flame."
"See the way the sheer black stocking stretches tightly across my toes; so exquisite! I should have you know that they're very damp with perspiration. Even in the confines of these sexy sandals my feet still find away to get all sweaty and smelly."
With his eyes locked on my foot, I gracefully stretch and flex them as they completely mesmerized him.
"Look at you! You can scarcely contain yourself."
"Put your hands behind your back and lean forward, I want you to take a closer look. Uh, uh, not too close. Just close enough so the scent envelops your mind like an aphrodisiac."
