When Mistress and I first dove into the fray, we did countless hours of internet reading. We carefully selected blogs, articles, and websites that spoke to what we wanted and avoided the heavy “porn” side of BDSM and ownership. We have not joined any local BDSM communities, as that is not the type of person we are. We have listened to countless hours of podcasts and found them useful and entertaining. We quickly learned that a 24/7 working family male submissive was extremely uncommon. The discovery of bit and pieces led us to formally construct our own path, which has brought us closer than ever. Being submissive to a female dominant can be done in a family home with a positive career. I know this because, well, this is my life, and I absolutely love it.
Here is a great, somewhat detailed snapshot of our life thus far. Every morning, I awake before Mistress and make her coffee. I throw on my black athletic shorts before leaving the bedroom, so the kids don’t see me walking the main floor in mom’s old, torn up, not so comfortable panties I am required to wear. I make her a fresh cup of hot coffee and breakfast to go if she requests it. I go and ensure our children are up for the day, typically heading to school. This has been altered in the last few months for viral reasons. By that time, Mistress has gotten up and began getting ready for the day. She has my clothes picked out for the day. Pants, shirt, fresh panties, and socks are on the bed. I quickly get dressed and say Good Morning to my Mistress. I make the bed ensuring there are minimal wrinkles in the comforter. We continue getting ready for the day and out the door we go.
I am a working male in America’s male society. I go to a job where I am not micromanaged and free to make my own choices. I make hundreds of decisions a day without having someone overlook my choices or question my reasoning. I work long hours and responsible for many projects, including managing others and training. To sum it up, I am not a submissive male employee. I make decisions for myself; I make decisions for others, and I do not ask if they were right. I do what I want, when I want, and how I want if I produce the required results. My BDSM lifestyle has not affected my career by any means. I work five days a week, Monday through Friday. That is my career life as a male submissive. Mistress will send me text messages throughout the day, some as a dominant and some as a wife. She doesn’t task me with things to do throughout the workday except answer her questions and keep her in the loop of my daily interactions.
When I clock out of work for the day, I leave my work habits at the door. Upon getting home, I am a father, husband, friend, brother, teacher, coach, cook, and neighbor. We have three boys in our family, two preteen and an infant. I fill these roles routinely and seamlessly as any other male may. I teach my oldest son how to mow the lawn without sacrificing a limb to the mower gods while preaching the importance of doing things right the first time to his younger brother. I strike up a conversation with the Veteran living next door and call my sister to hear my brothers’ shenanigans through her “I’m sick and tired” perspective on their life choices. Mistress and I connect in the kitchen to whip up something new and delicious for the family to try for dinner. We are avid nerds with shelves of board games and rows of PlayStation stories to conquer. With all this, there is an overarching umbrella, I am owned by my Mistress.
I have rules, roles, and chores I must follow unless otherwise directed by Mistress. She designed a calendar of tasks and daily requirements that I must follow from the time I clock out. The calendar is anything but stagnant. The constant refreshing of daily chores keeps me from complacency and drives me to seek her approval. The duties on the calendar are to be performed unobserved in others’ eyes unless it is a house chore, like sweeping the floors with a broom. Chores are not always as simple as cleaning the floor. With the constant refresher, sweeping may take place “after hours” with a broom attached to the Scott Paul gag system. There are other requirements on the calendar, such as taking care of the laundry, inserting an anal plug during game night with friends, or wearing a diaper. These are required to be completed on time with no excuses (unless I am sick, she is not a monster).
The calendar is one pillar in her control. She has created additional daily requirements that are solely meant to serve her dominance. I must find secret ways to ask Mistress permission to drink any fluids while we are at home and offer her a drink to not only please her, but so the kids think I am being polite and asking if she would like something to drink. I ask permission to relieve myself in the bathroom or to leave the room if without her instruction. At times, I sit at the kitchen table during dinner and chat with the family without eating, explaining that I had a late lunch, or I am not particularly hungry. In reality, I have been instructed to wait for dinner until after the family leaves the dinner table and heads to bed so I can enjoy my dinner bound and from the floor. Mistress employs command words to trigger actions from me. For example, Mistress may say down when we are alone, and I am to drop to my knees and place my palms and forehead on the floor, awaiting her next set of instructions. All daily requirements are found in our contract that is reviewed and updated regularly.
At the end of the day, I ritually kneel before Mistress and await my collar after the children say their goodnights and head off to bed. Anything can happen from this point on and is fair game. We have developed an in-depth contract that was a joint effort for our consensual lifestyle. The contract between Mistress and I is revised yearly as we live, learn, and grow together. My evenings are meant to be spent with my Mistress in a submissive format. Not every night is some scene from 50 shades of Grey, female edition, either. Sometimes, I sit on the couch with my collar and play on the laptop or watch the latest show on Netflix. As I said, we are avid nerds. It is not uncommon for us to be beating the newest game or power leveling on the computer. It is unrealistic for her to be a the hardcore, leather-wearing, boot sporting Mistress every night like found online. It is also unfair for me to be the drooling, floor licking, foot worshipping male submissive every evening. We have lives and interests. We will sit down to play a game of Monopoly just like any other couple might. She will rock some cute shorts and a funny T-shirt while wearing my collar and drool through a larger-than-my-mouth ball gag. That said, we do spend many nights in the bedroom as well. I have spent nights in body bags, bound to watch a movie, standing on my tiptoes counting the number of whippings I earned that day and teased for hours without release. Crawling on the floor with a tail inserted while Mistress drags me by the leash is not uncommon after dark. It depends on our needs together, more Mistress than mine, of course. I go to bed with Mistress, or without Mistress, depending on the activity and wake up to do it again the next day. I love every minute of it.
It boils down to balance for both parties. Being a male sub to a female dom in a 24/7 relationship while maintaining, well, life, is accomplishable. Until next time.
Kneeling Kitty
Kneeling Kitty 