It’s Show Time for Subby hubby!

The posts I have made up to this point have all been in the ‘how too’ category. This one will be in the ‘this happened to me’ category.

When asked to go to a ‘function’ by our wives or girl friends that will mostly be attended by other women why do men generally resist? I know that I have frequently in the past deferred and made up some excuse. I would rather stay home and ‘watch the game’, or work on some project. Men generally prefer to do ANYTHING rather than go to a ‘Hen Party’.

Now Listen To Me You!!! You WILL Go To ThIs Party And you WILL Enjoy Yourself!

 

Why?

Why would a man who LOVES women want to avoid the opportunity to be in their company? Looking back over a few years ago I can have give you several answers. It has to do with our ‘personal freedom’ and wanting to not be ‘henpecked’ or being expected to ‘be on good behavior’. We probably won’t know anyone else there. There will be no other guys to talk to. It may have to do with knowing that you WILL get chewed out if you turn on the TV to ‘watch the game’. You will be expected to ‘Be a Real Gentleman’ at all times. Which as I outlined earlier is a woman’s positive way of describing a guy who is um: ‘pussy whipped’. A ‘Real Gentleman’ is a guy who dedicates his every breath to insuring that the ladies around him are happy and comfortable. He is chivalrous to the point of doting.

OK looking back I can understand why “other guys” might not want to do this, but what about us?

If your Significant Other has invited you to such an event recently she most likely asked in such a way as to make it easy for you to back out of it. “Honey, there is a little fund raiser/get together party for the girls at the office over at the “Ferns and Lace Curtains Wine and Cheese Bar” (not a real name OK?)  this evening and you don’t have to go but I was wondering if…

With such a set up you are most likely to knee jerk react and say “Uh the Spider Monkeys are playing the Hoot Owls tonight and I really wanted to clean the fish tank and organize my paper clip collection and...”

“OK. I didn’t THINK you wanted to go…”

And that’s it. She goes alone. She didn’t really expect you to want to go just like all the other women who went didn’t expect their males to want to go either. When she gets home she will probably tell you something about the event and at some point she will wistfully throw in the phrase “…wish you could have been there…”

In the past I would have made those excuses and avoided this event like a root canal. But that was then, this is now. Having experienced it recently and getting totally into the role of being “the good boy” aka “the supportive’ hubby” I have to say that the one I will outline here was actually one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life. And after that, I attended several others as well. There I was last winter in a room that was eighty percent female. The women were all talking to each other, listening to acoustic guitars playing softly, the room was lit by soft track lighting, and everyone was snacking on wine and cheese. I was hanging up coats, being well dressed, quiet, deferential, and polite. I deferred to my wife’s authority in all matters. I inherently understood the ground rules for such an event.  I fetched her and her friend’s drinks and snacks. I was being shown off like her prize possession. I was either being politely quiet and either speaking when spoken to or trying to draw out some lady to talk about herself or her interests that was somehow not currently engaged in another conversation. After the evening was over I realized that I WAS IN SUBBY HUBBY HEAVEN!

What follows is a slightly redacted version of what I wrote in my diary about the first night where I realized that I had been missing out and wanted more of these ‘hen parties’ in my future!

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Last night I left work quickly and slipped on my tie. (Why must we hide our good clothes when we work in offices?) I was dressed well. I already had on charcoal pants, my favorite charcoal tweed jacket, a blue oxford shirt, and a Jerry Garcia tie with a teal and blue pattern. I met Mistress at a nice Chinese restaurant for dinner. She had already ordered for me. We had a good time at dinner and then left for the Charity Christmas Benefit concert for the orphanage where the Queen and the Princess both volunteer their time. It turned out that the ‘church’ we were going to was actually a small house in Hipster-ville and almost everyone else there was a college kid. The performers were basically college musical performance majors. It was all very laid back.

I looked around at all of the college kids and the few other males that were there seemed to be closely escorted by at least one female. There were no ‘stray males’. Every one of us was being kept under proper supervision! (Tee hee hee!) And I started to think “This is a really nice ‘pussy whip party’. The boys are here because the girls wanted them to be here. Hmmm I could learn to LIKE this!!!”) I thought about being 20 again and finding a strong, independent girl that I could serve and adore forever. We would go out a couple times. I would come over and clean up her room some Saturday and she would fall in love with me. I would serve and adore her forever. It sounded nice. But then I have already found my Mistress whom I WILL serve, obey, and adore forever so there!

Listening To The Wisdom Of Women While Sitting At Their Feet, Paradise!!!

I took Mistresses coat and found a place to hang it. As Mistress mingled I fetched a glass of wine and a snack for her from the kitchen. Soon another lady named Elizabeth arrived. She was a few years younger than we were but Mistress knew her from various volunteer activities. Ms. Elizabeth’s son was playing in the band tonight. She is very pretty and very sweet! She is tall, slim, has an easy smile, and long curly dirty blonde hair that bounced when she moved. I was introduced and began to realize that I was there basically to be ‘shown’.   

The phrase ‘seen and not heard’ entered my mind. I decided to play along and be a ‘good boy’. I would be still after the introductions but when there was a lull in the conversation I asked Ms. Elizabeth if I could fetch a drink for her. She liked the idea and I scurried quietly off to the kitchen to perform my male duty as the ladies' butler. I returned with her drink and stood quietly beside/behind my queen as the two women chatted for a few minutes until a third lady arrived to join my Mistress and Ms Elizabeth.

Be Quiet, Be Classy And Serve Women!

Ms. Brenda arrived by herself and we soon became a group of four. Ms. Brenda has long straight blonde locks and piercing blue eyes. She is generally a very upbeat person and could almost be described as ‘perky’ but not the traditional interpretation of what ‘perky’ means as she radiates a certain amount of authority while she bubbles. I like her company, but would not want to cross her. Oh lucky, lucky, me I was now officially the ‘tag along hubby’ in a group of three lovely liberated ladies!! Both of these other ladies hubbies had stayed home instead of attending and I was left to serve and dote on them all.

For a while the ladies all chatted with each other and I was scrumptiously ignored but felt completely owned at the same time. I stood just a little back from their inner circle and quietly awaited any opportunity to fetch something or pick something up that one of them dropped. I bathed in their female power and their divine presence like it was sunshine! I think the others were a ‘little’ jealous that my Mistress had brought me out and that their pets had not come. I found that I like being in tow for her at these lady oriented events where the guys are totally outnumbered! It was scrumptious!

I fetched a drink for Ms. Brenda at this time and when I returned the ladies had all moved to the small couch in the back of the room. I was to sit on the couch with Her Majesty. My Queen would sit next to the vivacious Ms. Brenda and they would continue their conversation while the somewhat quieter Ms. Elizabeth would sit in a chair next to me at the other end of the couch.

I struck up a conversation with Ms. Elizabeth by basically asking her a few open ended questions to find out where her interests were and then encouraged her to tell me more. I gave a few head nods and only occasional questions to both her show her that I was actively listening and to encourage her to continue were all that was needed. I have found that often people who seem very quiet are only reserved because they are unsure that you have any interest in what they have to say. If you can gently and naturally encourage them to open up they will talk and be very happy to find someone who has interest in their interests. There is some truth to the saying that “A real boor is someone who talks about himself and a brilliant conversationalist is someone who talks about me and finds me fascinating!”

Simply asking someone about their interests and letting them talk, while you just actively listen is an incredibly easy way to make friends. I found that I really liked Ms. Elizabeth quite a bit. Quiet people are often very interesting once you get them to open up and I found her to be so. The other two ladies in our party were talking happily together and I was SO HAPPY that I had made this fine woman smile and open up. I could tell that she was warming to my company. What an honor it is when a good woman does that!

To listen and engage a lady in this fashion is a true act of Woman Worship. In my everyday life I try my very best to build the confidence of any woman I am in contact with. To look at her not in a lustful, controlling, and selfish way but in a way that admires her physical, her intellectual, and her emotional selves in such a way that she begins to see herself in the same semi-divine way that I see her. I always smile and make eye contact with any lady that I know and am trying to honor. The look on my face always says: “Oh good! You are here! I LIKE you! Seeing you makes me happy!” Most people have a way of reacting right along with whatever signals you send to them!

At one point I asked if anyone would like a drink or a snack and returned to my servant duty to step and fetch for the ladies. While I was gone the other two ladies switched seats and I got to sit next to Ms. Brenda when I returned. She was easy to draw out and she has a daughter who is a very accomplished softball player and it was easy to talk about her talent and all the ins and outs of having an athletic child who is in demand at various universities. Have I told you that I LOVE BEING AROUND softball girls, and their moms? YUM!!! They all same so strong and confident! This is the kind of future I would like to see!

The Future Belongs To Strong Confident Girls!

What I would have thought a year or two ago would have been a dreadful night had turned into a truly great night. While I sat there and listened to her, for the first time the following thought went through my own head about my own life and it filled me with an unspeakable joy: “A truly pussy whipped man will never lack for female companionship.” All I could think was “OH LET THAT BE ME FOREVER!!!” May I live in a totally female run world! Let me be cute, pleasant, and docile and let me be endlessly serving ladies! Let me fetch them drinks and snacks and clean their houses and wash their dishes and tell them in words or simply with my eyes and actions that I consider them to be completely DIVINE, totally superior, and let them know that I need to worship and adore them!

Anyway I was blessed with a number of smiles and lots of stories from Ms. Brenda. When it was time to leave (Mistress declared it to me) Ms. Brenda even patted my knee and grabbed my hand that was on top of it firmly and said: “Oh I am SO Glad that you decided to come tonight! I wish I could get my hubby to come to some of these things!” I was in orbit. Ms. Brenda had said it and Ms. Elizabeth said so herself in her quieter fashion as well. I landed back on earth and fetched coats. Mistress took me home.

I had done well. I did not go nuts. I made pleasant conversation. I did not interrupt. I certainly did not disagree. I spoke when spoken to. Then when the ladies had another Woman to speak with, I sat quietly with a pretty smile and was pleasantly docile and sweet while they spoke of important things. I REALLY WANT MORE ENCOUNTERS LIKE THIS!!!!

SO TRUE! AND I LOVE IT!!!

 

We drove home and I fed the cat and dog, and cleaned up the kitchen a little. Then I changed and went to bed. Mistress said: “I’ll be there soon!” in that teasing way that says: “When I arrive I will expect you to be wearing only a smile and some of your best ‘boy perfume’.”

So I sprayed myself with the strongest cologne I owned and got into bed. She arrived 45 minutes later! Waiting on your woman sometimes means waiting for your woman. You do what she wants when she wants you to! Never forget that, and never complain about it and DON’T GET CARRIED AWAY WHILE WAITING! That thing belongs to HER!

She came in, cleaned herself up, and came to bed.

We kissed. She told me that she was “So Happy” that I had gone with her tonight. I want to know if it is because she got to show me off as her property in front of her friends or what the reason was. And I want to know BECAUSE I want to duplicate what it is that she likes about it. But I SURE want to go to more of these “Lady Parties”! Or better “Pussy Whip Parties!” The Women are in their own element and they are all actually SO STRONG! The men there are all so cute, docile, and obedient.

She told me that I was “The Best Hubby!” and kissed me more and more. I differed and said it was because she was the best Queen, but she insisted. (What had turned her on so much? I think it WAS being able to drag me around and show me off, and having me perform submissively for her as her ‘sweet obedient boy’ at the party.

Whatever the reason was, SHE was happy! And she wanted me and she mounted me and took me! And she took me HARD! Afterward we were both spent. But I felt like my whole life had been transfigured by this Sacred Woman Worshiping experience, as simple as it would appear on the surface. I had spent the entire evening serving women in the way they liked to be served. I had shown my ‘supportive’ nature. I had shown my nature as a ‘True Gentleman’. I had been able to facilitate three different women spending the evening feeling better about themselves than they had when the evening started. This was a Divine blessing!

Is it all true about Pussy Whipped men? Are we all REALLY the happiest of all creatures? Oh there is a little humiliation and a lot of dull housework to it but the ABSOLUTE JOY of UTTER SURRENDER TO YOUR WOMAN IS HEAVEN!!!

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I have since had a few more opportunities to be brought out and shown off since that night. I have enjoyed them all but none stick out in my mind like this evening of revelation did...