A submissive Man

My name is David and I am a submissive. 

Having a desire to be submissive doesn’t make me weak. I am intelligent and resourceful and at work and in social situations I am dominant and assertive. The main failings in my character are lack of imagination, lack of organisation, lack of structure and I am easily distracted. 

I am incredibly lucky to be married to a beautiful and intelligent lady who has drive and imagination as well as being organised and having attention to detail. As well as having all of the qualities of a good leader she is naturally very dominant. 

We have always had a happy marriage, but we also had conflict. She would try and impose her will onto me and I would resist it. Deep down I often realised she was right, but I would rarely, or perhaps I should say only reluctantly accept it. I would convince myself that night was day to avoid the truth. She often says she is ‘always right’ and whilst this may be a smidge of an exaggeration she is actually not too far off the mark!   

After over five years of marriage, things suddenly changed. It was the morning after an argument where I had been particularly vile and I remember thinking to myself how I had behaved like a child, which then led me realise that if I had been a child the almost inevitable result would have been a good spanking. In that instant I knew, grown man or not I deserved that spanking and that my wife had every right to give it to me. Now that spanking never happened but there have been many since. 

Well and truly (and rightfully so) in the dog-house, in the days that followed I was especially respectful and subservient. I noticed a subtle but completely organic change in my wife, in that the more submissive I became the more her dominance grew to fill the void. What then struck me like a thunder bolt was that I actually liked it. I had no idea how my wife would feel about it, but I knew I wanted to surrender control and be led by my wife. She had the every skill necessary to lead us forward, but the big question is whether she wanted to to.

I eventually got round to admitting to my wife how I felt and how I liked her being in charge. Her initial reaction was one of surprise based mainly on my past form. I explained to her why I felt domestic discipline was important and she was again surprised but unfazed. She was however very sceptical as to whether I could or would really be submissive, but she green-lighted my desire and said that if that was what I wanted she was more than happy to take charge. She liked being in charge. It wasn’t long before we had our first agreement drawn up and I had rules to follow, we were now practising a female led relationship. 

Fast forward nearly a decade and our relationship has gone from strength to strength. The conflict has in the main disappeared, except form time to time when I forget my place. The expectations have increased and we now have a very different set or rules to when we started. Our sex life has changed dramatically, in that we no longer have any in the traditional sense. I will write separately about this later, but the headline is that it’s all about her pleasure and my needs or urges are of no concern.  

Some may say, I was always predicated to being a submissive as I am not macho and not into sports and instead like cooking and have always been ok with household chores. One of the first things which was handed off to me was the laundry, but I am now responsible for all the domestic aspects of running our home and love every minute of those once dull chores as they are done to serve my wife, my rock. She freely admits she likes being the Dominant, it is just not in her DNA to be submissive, but I think she sometimes still struggles to understand the more she demands the more I respect her and crave my Dominant’s approval. 

It takes a lot of effort and determination to attend to my Dominant’s every need and to this day I am still learning. In the meantime I am pleased to report my Dominant has no qualms in wielding the cane, clothes brush, strap or some other implement of correction, to assert and reinforce her authority and ownership of me. I have never been happier.