Traditional Muslim Dominant Man

I want.

I need.

Good Men are not with them. Good Men don’t want them. Good Men are with good women. Women who cook for Them, clean for Them and are honored to suck Their dicks. Women who always try to be pretty for Them. Women who don’t disturb Them with petty matters and know the proper time to speak. Women who understand the household order and don’t defy their Man’s authority. Women who respect their Man and act like ladies. Women who gratefully accept their punishments as a way of improving themselves in every aspect. Women who know they can’t do whatever they want, that rules are to be followed and consequences to disobedience come right after.

1.) I need the structure and rules in order to feel fulfilled.

2.) I need to have someone to care for and be valuable to

3.) I crave the intensity of D/s interactions

4.) The feeling of ownership makes me feel safe and free

5.) Having someone in my life who is willing to push my boundaries has made me a better person

6.) I need someone who craves me and wants me just as much as I do them and I have not found that in the vanilla world

7.) I need to be held accountable for my actions in a way that only a D/s relationship can provide

8.) I love having a person who will take me down dark paths of desire

9.) I have desires that require absolute trust in order to be fulfilled

10.) I crave that moment when I can finally let go and fully submit and my mind finally quiets

11.) Sometimes I just need the feelings of hands on my throat or buried in my hair and the whisper of “You are Mine” in my ear

The “Perfect” Housewife 🌸

✨ Be cognizant of the fact that you must always put your family first, as your husband must put his career first. It is selfish to expect your husband to give 100% to both his career and family at the same time.

✨Make your appearance a top priority. Take your husbands likes and wants into consideration and dress accordingly. When you look good, you feel good and your self-confidence is boosted. Additionally, dressing well is a form of good manners and conveys to others that you respect them.

✨Family nutrition is everything. Your husband and family deserve a Top Chef in the kitchen. If you are not adept in that department, study recipes and cook books, as well as, watch cooking shows. Knowing how to bake is also important as we all know its impossible to be upset with a cupcake in your hand 😉

✨Take an active role in your child(ren) education and school life. Volunteer at school events and stay apprised of school and community events.

✨Instill a cleaning regiment; cleaning certain rooms on certain days. Always do a quick “pass through” before your husband comes home from work. He wants to be greeted by a calm wife in a clean and tidy environment.

✨Take care of all errands and shopping during the day. Before your husband leaves for work every morning ask him if there is anything he wants or needs done and put that at the top of your list.

✨Always show eagerness and attention when it comes to sex. Never deny your husband of sex or turn down his sexual advances. Not being “in the mood” is not an excuse that should be used in your marriage. Being denied by your spouse can have detrimental effects on your marriage.

✨Do not nag or complain. No one wants to feel pressured or rushed to make a decision. We are all adults and accountable for our own actions.

✨Submit to your husband and respect his final word. Never keep your opinions to yourself, always be open and honest with your feelings as communication is the root of all successful marriages. Mind your approach when disagreeing with your husband as you do not want him to feel as if you are attacking him, if that is the case he may begin to close himself off emotionally.

Our generation needs women.

Not girls who are trying to be men.

We need more women who are excited and enthusiastic about becoming wives, mothers, homemakers, and nurturers.

Not women who think that assuming these natural roles will make them weak or ignorant.

We need more women who understand the strength and empowerment that comes with embracing femininity.

We need more women who understand the value of looking soft yet having a strong heart.

We need more women who want to serve and honor their husbands in return for endless protection and cherishment.

We need women who can’t wait to begin their lives as mothers, and not see having children as the end of their youth.

We need more women who value their appearance not only for their husbands but for themselves as well.

We need more women who are not frightened by the abounding love their hearts have to give, and do not wish to suppress their natural inclination towards emotional nurturing.

We need more women who are excited to submit to their husbands, instead of constantly competing with them to be the man in the relationship.

Anddd this is important.

It was Daddy’s best friend’s wedding, and I was supposed to be on my best behavior. He had picked out a gorgeous dress for me, and white, lacy underthings that made me feel beautiful and desirable.

He danced with me, he walked me around the room, showing me off to the  reunion that the wedding had inevitably become.

It’s funny how 10 years could pass, but when a certain group of people comes back together it feels like no time, and behavior patterns reemerge.

The alcohol had been flowing for hours, but Daddy had forbidden more than 1 glass of champagne. He wanted me sharp, he said. He had plans, he said, in a tone dripping with promise.

I had been a good girl and occupied myself with the wives of his friends. They were nice enough, just not interesting enough to be a distraction from the constant ache radiating out from between my thighs. I wanted to rub them together, but that was against the rules set for this particular event. Rule #1, to be exact.

Rule #1: No relief. No orgasm. No rubbing my thighs together, no touching myself, no relief from the tension coiled within my cunt. Sir was very adamant about that, sadistic control freak that he was. 

Rule #2: No panties. The underthings he bought me, the garters, the stockings, the beautiful dress, there were no matching panties this time. He wanted to know I was bare and craving him within a room full of his people.

Rule #3: Only 1 glass of champagne every 2 hours. 2 glasses of water for each glass of champagne. He wanted me to enjoy my buzz, but stay hydrated. I’m such a lightweight that it was plenty.

Rule #4: Only acknowledge him as Sir or Daddy, and nothing else. How and when I said it was up to me, but that was his name and that was what I was to call him.

Rule #5: The only thing that superseded Rule #1. If he told me to touch myself, fuck myself, taste myself, love myself, I had to. No questions asked, within 5 minutes of the request. On my own honor, I had to stop before cumming and rejoin the main room within 2 minutes of the edge. He would be watching. 

Rule #6: He was to be able to inspect his cunt at any time, as long as it was a private space. When it was time for inspection, the proper position was “on your knees.”

Thinking about the rules only made the tension worse.

I moved my knees apart to keep myself from rubbing them together when I received his text. 

Time for another bathroom trip, pet. I can see your need, go touch that gorgeous little pussy for me a bit, again.

It was about halfway through the reception and he’d already commanded me to the edge 3 times. This time, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to make it through the line and into a stall within 5 minutes. 

I ended up in the coat closet instead hoping no one needed anything from it…

I touched myself. Soaking wet. Dripping down my thighs. Pure, pent up, absolute NEED. I tried not to moan as I jammed my fingers deep inside of me. 

I made it with just a tiny gasp… and then I heard them. 

Two of Sir’s friends were outside of the closet. I panicked, until I realized they had just stopped and were talking. 

“Did you see her though? Rosy cheeks, ragged breath, self-conscious look on her face, seeking him out?” One of them said.

“Yeah, man. She’s been calling him “Sir” all night, too.” The other responded.

Oh my god. They were talking about me, and they knew. They knew what a filthy little slut I was for Sir. They knew and it made me fuck myself even harder, made me press my clit into the bone beneath it, craving a little pain. I got so close to the abyss, I almost went over.

But I pulled back, breathing the ache out of my cunt and into the room.

It must have hit them, because one of them said “Fuck, she’s so damn needy even I can feel it. Lucky S.O.B.”

I licked my fingers clean at the thought of their desire for me.

I didn’t have time to contemplate for long. I had stopped, but the clock to get back to Daddy had started. I had no idea how I was gonna get past them and back to the main room in 2 minutes. Fuck. Sir won’t care if that’s why I broke the rule. “There is always a choice, you just didn’t like the options” starts ringing through my ears in his voice.

Thankfully, they decided they needed another drink and moved on, and I was able to reenter the room within the time frame.

I scanned the room…. I could feel him, but I couldn’t find him.

He found me. He came up behind me, hands around my waist and whispered “I can smell your need, Kitten.”

He kissed me, and said “Mmm. I can taste your need, Kitten.”

He moved his finger under my dress, obscured by our position.

“I can feel your need, Kitten. Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me how.”

“I edged while listening to Jorge and Jimmy talk about how they noticed my submission, Sir.” I said, with a whimper, remembering… aching… It had still only been 5 minutes since I’d stared the abyss in the face. My body was yearning, breath shallow, eyes bright.

“Did you want them to fuck you, baby?” 

“Fuck. Yes. But I belong to you, and only you get to know what my cunt feels like, Daddy.” 

“That is right. Good Girl. Follow me.” He commanded.

He led me to the parking lot, to our car, that I now realized he had parked in a dark corner, far away from any of the lights. I hadn’t noticed that when we arrived in daylight, but Sir of course, had.

“Take the dress off and assume your position” he said.

Rule Number Six

Put her in her place immediately.  Anything less than good manners or begging is a demand.

She needs to know she can’t get away with that.