Dear Ladies,
What would you do?
… If when you woke up in the morning, your tea or coffee was already prepared and waiting. If after you went to the bathroom, you returned to find your bed tightly made, your laundry from the night before clean and neatly folded in your closet.
If while you checked your morning emails and news feed, your breakfast was prepared, and a shopping list of any items that you are getting low on was made up.
Later in the morning as you do your yoga/exercise/meditation or whatever the shopping is done, the house has been vacuumed, your bathroom cleaned and your pets attended too (fed, watered, walked).
At lunchtime, a favorite lunch is prepared and a note itemizing the bills that have been paid on your behalf is on the tray next to the single bud vase with a singularly beautiful flower.
With lunch done, your tray is cleared and you decide to do some shopping, go for a walk, read a book in the garden, or maybe visit/chat up some friends. In the background, you can hear the lawn mower going outside.
Over the course of a month or two, you’ve had a polite companion for walks or movie watching who listens intently to your views and opinions. You’ve noticed the broken lattice under the front porch has been fixed, the porch itself has been repainted. The backyard pond has been cleaned and the hot tub chemicals have been monitored and maintained, all without you mentioning them. Your bed sheets and bath towels are regularly laundered, the house dusted and swept.
When you’re feeling a bit wild and want a night out clubbing with your girlfriends, it is understood he will be your designated driver. Your chauffeur for the evening, opening the doors for you when you arrive at the club, paying your entrance and then discreetly withdrawing, but attentively watching you for any signs of trouble or that you may wish to leave, so he can bring the car around for you. Whether you choose to bring someone home with you for the night or not isn’t a concern… it’s just your choice. The chauffeur won’t mind… and if he did, who cares?
That evening while you sleep the dishwasher is run and before you awake you know it will be unloaded and cabinets refilled and another day like all the rest begins again.
As you stretch and call for your tea the thought strikes you, perhaps an all-expenses-paid Caribbean vacation this September…
This isn’t fantasy, this is my wife’s life.
What would you do to have this life? More importantly, What could you do with it? If you had someone who worshiped you as a Goddess and freed you of all the time wasting, energy draining mundane things in your life;
what would you do? And… why isn’t this your life?
To the submissive men reading this… I paraphrase Michelangelo in saying your job as a submissive male is to toil and sweat to cut away the stone until you can set the angel inside free.