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If it is possible to love someone so deeply, to feel their closeness, their touch, their energy from any place, any time, it is that love that I seek.  To be so utterly in love that time and space only exist in those cherished moments of togetherness.  The ache, the sigh, the laugh, the look, the touch, the scent, the closeness, that bind. Those cherished moments walking on the warm night sands, with the lapping of the waves, the distant sounds of calypso musica.  The hot dance of salsa where only two people exist as the loving gaze of the eyes holds the binds. The warmth of a down comfortable as the rains and winds pummel the outside porch. The humidity, the turbulence, the uncertainty of nature, is all secured as she sits laying her head against my chest watching the rains splash against the previous drops.  The contentment knowing that there is no other. There is no better safety, comfort, nor sharing that can be understood, found, captured, nor sought as that which exists between us.  This is, in my small way, an expression of my love.  To you, I dedicate this moment in time. 

I've been contemplating the lifestyle as a function of where I?d like it to lead.  I participate in local bdsm community events and know that a lot of people are interested in weekend play.  This outlet is important and fills an important need for socializing, interpersonal relationships, and adult enjoyment.  However, for me, bdsm has always been within the context of a loving long term relationship that is built upon trust and communication.   Something that will lead to marriage with the right Domme.  I believe that part of the desire for a long term relationship is that I don?t want to wake up Monday morning with just a memory of the past, but for a desire for the future.  The discipline that accompanies the mistakes and forgetfulness, the attention to detail demanded by my Mistress, the striving for perfection that results in a reward of an orgasm or the continued milking until the goal is reached.  I?m suggesting that for some, the desire to serve is not just for the weekend, but continues throughout the week, 24x7.  The ability to connect with a loving, strict, fun, dominant female is a depth that most loving relationships will never actualize?it?s a depth that I seek.  Friends, lovers, dominant/submissive, deep valuing love, that?s what this about.  And until I reach my goal of a finding that deep penetrating trusting, strict, nurturing relationship, my search and quest will continue. 

(Some of these seem pretty corny, but these little snippets have received tons of positive feedback! Feel free to send your own and we'll add them to the collection.)  

Go get the lotion. I need you to rub my feet.  

Run my bath for me. And while I'm in there get started on the laundry.  

Get up, Sweetheart, and make me some coffee and an English muffin with butter.  

You did a nice job cleaning the bathrooms; I am very pleased with you.  

I want a full body massage for exactly one hour; keep an eye on the clock. When you are done I want you to go down on me until I tell you to stop. Afterwards, we'll both go to sleep. You won't be having an orgasm tonight.  

I'm going out with the girls tonight. While I'm gone you can work on the laundry.  

I want you writing down everything that you eat. I want to monitor your eating habits so that I can make some changes. Also, you'll be starting an exercise program this week.  

I think I need to put you on a budget. At the beginning of every week, I'll give you an allowance. If an emergency comes up, please feel free to come to me and we can discuss giving you some extra money.

After picking me up from a two week business trip, I can sense your excitement as you drive us home from the airport.  After parking the car in the garage, you have me completely strip down and remove my clothing.  You gingerly remove my plastic chastity belt that I?ve been wearing for the trip so as to get through security.  By the door leading to your house is a pair of pumps that I slip into.  Like giddy children you instruct me to close my eyes and hold your hands over them from behind as you lead us through the house towards the front door.  Just before the front doors you turn me towards the left where just two weeks ago was a spare bedroom.

          As you release me and whisper ?surprise?, I see that the room has been redecorated.  The entire room has been made up for a maid.  There is no door for privacy and even the door jam has been meticulously redone. As you show me the femininely done room I notice the little things such as the picture of you and your lover in a framed picture by the side of the bed, the pastel colors, and the ornate drapes. Turning me toward the dressing table I see my neosteel chastity belt waiting, and a playgirl centerfold hung on the wall next to the mirror.  You step closer and begin to tease me with your seductive talk. My penis responds giving away my state of arousal.  As your talk continues I hear a key in the lock of the front door and in walks your lover.

          ?My my someone is turned on?. He remarks entering the room.  Again you?ve manage to set me up and you can see the humiliation work so well.  I glance towards you and see that mischievous smile knowingly conveying that you?ve won again.  You pick up the chastity belt and as my penis begins to soften, you and your lover begin to secure it on me.  Imprisoning it again for the duration dashing my hopes of a truly male orgasm.  It?s been a long time since I?ve experienced one in a traditional way but even though I?m milked every other week, the denial only pushes me further into subspace.

          Placing a blindfold over my eyes, you two begin to dress me as I hear the closet door open.  Little by little a restricting corset is applied reducing my waist, a bra, panties and finally a long heavy dress is zipped up the back ending at my neck.  I feel you attach something to my hair and the final touches applied to my outfit.  Upon removing the blindfold, I see a Victorian maid in the mirror complete with a mop cap, white full-length apron, and a black Victorian dress with a little broach at the neck.  You announce that all Victorian households need a Victorian maid and obey a strict set of rules.

          The final coup de grace is the announcement that all is not lost, you will still have someone to share your bed.

          Inspired by a British Domme living here in the U.S.

I know you?re tired, I can tell by the way you're walking.  I'm glad I took the time to set up the massage table and get ready. As you walk through the door, you see dressed in a bow tie, white cuffs and obligatory chastity belt but nothing else.  Your bath is waiting and as you strip off your clothes, you leave them here and there as you make your way to the bathroom. Dutifully, I follow you picking up your clothes where you leave them.  As you relax in the warm bath, I begin to tend to you with a very large sponge.  After your bath, I dry you off with a warm towel and lead you to our massage table.  For the next hour or so, you smell the gardenia scented oil as I rub into your aching muscles.  These are the times that you and I bond to a level that others only wish they could. These intimate moments where my hands rub you in all the all the right places---at all the right times. Not hurried like a quick goal to be achieved, but like a slow meandering walk through the woods.  I love the look of your body, the roundness of your bum whose cheeks I spread in order to pay homage; the feeling of your breasts as I caress them, and the cleft of your pussy with its soft folds. I love your long fingers as I take each one in my hand and draw them out with my oil covered hands. You feel the power of my tireless hands as they draw circles around your back, legs, feet and shoulders coxing your tired muscles to respond and loosen up.  As the message draws to and end, I sense that your drifting in and out of your relaxed state, I make my exit, go get properly dressed and prepare our dinner.

It's Friday night and although you're not home, I know you're safe.  Arriving home, you've left me with a change in our normal routine as you want my weekend chores to be completed tonight.  This weekend you've made plans and I won't have time to attend to the chores.  Since our relationship is built on Female Supremacy and mutual respect, you know that your instructions will be carried out without you needing to watch over me.  Although I'm mentally tired after being at work all day, the domestic chores of laundry, ironing, vacuuming, and cleaning the windows requires more physical stamina. Having moved the chore of cleaning the refrigerator to next weekend, I know that the list of current chores will leave little time for me to dawdle around. Scurrying around the house, I take the necessary time to clean but yet multi-task as you are a Woman who doesn?t take kindly to excuses. There are rules, and you ensure they are obeyed.  I?ve never known you to be mean, but you do challenge me and continue to set the bar higher.  You like to keep me on my toes and I know that more than once you?ve made the comment that the higher the better.  I have no idea when you?ll be home, but I do know that when you do ultimately arrive, there might be a few more things to clean.

I have been looking into chastity belts and its associated practice of milking.  A good fitting chastity belt is so important for long term wear.  I have been looking at the neosteel belt.  For me nothing would be higher on my list for a Christmas gift from my Domme than to open my gift to reveal a new chastity belt without keys. In a loving relationship I want to feel the pride and the bond of love between us as we put it on together.  I think about the sound of the lock and how my control is would completely transferred to my Domme.  The deprivation of masturbation is the key.  I believe in a semi-monogamous relationship based on hypocrisy. My Domme believes in monogamy but only for me.  One reason is it rhymes and the other, well she is in control. But let me not digress into the subject of sex because my belief in a matriarchy stems not from the sexual aspect in totality, although it has elements of it as does any healthy relationship, but it has to with control and obedience.

But what this submissive really need is a long term chastity belt that can be worn through the normal rigors of the day. I have both the cb-2000 and the Curve, but due to difference in body styles and the size of my scrotum, it's very difficult to wear one.  Being on the smaller side, the rings have to be so tight together that long term wear is not practical. Ball stretching might be a solution, but the testees are still designed to contract and relax based on temperature and other factors. 

Milking for me is another aspect of total control. Being denied an orgasm but feeling the sperm exit without an orgasm is a very intimate act between us.  What would it feel like to be deprived for a year or two of an orgasm? I'm not suggesting that intimacy has to suffer between us, not even penetrative--for that can handled by double condoms or after being milked. I'm writing about the lost privilege,  the reminiscing of what it felt like, the losing of that privilege. Males are supposed to get more submissive as the length between orgasms increases.  Well sign me up; put me on that schedule!  I would like to be standing in front of the bathroom mirror sadly reminicing what life was like without a chastity belt.  Then to have my Domme come up behind me ask what's wrong. To hear her only to reinforce the importance of its use, that it's her choice and how important that I continue to wear it for the foreseeable future.

Most of my Matriarchy beliefs center around the loving nuturing Domme. Female domination should be a way of life.  Not based on cruel behavior, degradation, or lack of respect, but on their exact opposites.  Some people may see chastity and orgasm control/deniel as being cruel. But does skipping an orgasm really that cruel?  4 out of 5 Dommes say no ;-)

I have been thinking about what it would be like being married in a Female Dominant relationship.  So, I thought it would be nice to research weddings and see the traditions.  I know that I want to wear something blue during the ceremony as it represents fidelity. I really like the definition: Faithfulness to obligations, duties, or observances. As I would be faithful to wedding vows to love, honor and obey?to forsake all others.  But it also extends into the relationship where I would perform those duties as mandated by my Loving Domme.

Additionally,  it is said that the first partner who buys a new item after the wedding will be the dominant one in the relationship. So it would be nice not be able to purchase anything because my Domme has confiscated my credit card and cash for the duration of the honeymoon.  It is also said that one of the first domestic acts of a marriage is cutting the wedding cake before it is served to guests at the reception. The groom traditionally places his hand over the brides as a symbol of his desire to take care. This is where I would hope that my Domme places her hand over mine to denote several important roles in the relationship. Her hand over mine is symbolic of her dominance, her caring and my submission. My act as a new "wife" is to perform the first domestic chore with your guidance.