- How To
- A Special Treat...
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When I first came to BDSM, I was surprised to discover that the 1950's lifestyle was a fetish within it. For the little girl that was raised on the cusp of time and learned to make jam, sew and crochet before she could read, it seemed strangely comforting to combine my expertise as a homemaker with my kink. But as much as my masochist loves her pain, my submissive gets off to serving her man. But as I fed Him dinner this past weekend, He pointed out that there was very little actually written about the topic. So in preparation for Valentine's Day, I thought I would share how to treat your man...June Cleaver style.
**1) Plan.** Spend serious time planning your evening; He is worth it after all. What is His favorite food? His drink? What do you wear? Where do you serve Him? What little details are worth the effort? Flowers? Cloth napkins? Then make your list and check it twice. Make sure you have items for both naughty and nice.
**2) Prepare His meal.** I know too many women these days do not know how to cook, but that is no excuse. There are cook books galore. A quick Google search of the word 'recipe' came up with 153,000,000...that's 153 MILLION hits. Heck, these days you can even get video apps for your smart device. So no cheating. No take away. No ready meals. Even if His favorite is something exotic like Thai or Indian, you can find it out there somewhere.
**3) Dress to impress.** Of course, when you watch Leave It to Beaver, June Cleaver is always spotlessly attired in a dress, apron, pearls and heels. That is certainly an option. But if the Beaver is not around for the night, the options become so much more interesting. A corset and apron...no knickers, of course. Or if you are very brave, hold ups, heels, pearls and an apron. Just remember Health & Safety, burning important bits is not the best way to set the mood.
**4) Meet Him at the door with His favorite cocktail in hand.** What better thing to come home to than your woman dressed (or undressed) to please and holding a single malt Scotch?
**5) Pamper Him.** While the roast is finishing up in the oven, what about a massage or a warm bath? We girls are not the only ones that enjoy a relaxing soak. Just make certain to choose oil that does not smell flowery...sandalwood is always a good choice. Pay special attention to the places that hold stress...neck, shoulders, hands and feet. But do not forget the scalp and ears too. As for that bath, you should certainly be the one to undress Him. Show Him exactly how much you care by carefully folding His clothes as you go. Kneeling and looking up with a smile is perfect for this job. Oh, and save the best bits for last, girls. But get very, very naughty with it. Just don't burn dinner in the process. There will be time for THAT later.
**6) Serve Him.** I do not just mean putting a plate on the table either. Begin by taking the time to add the little extras, when I trained as a chef, it was called presentation. Things like a sprig of parsley, rosemary, thyme, basil or whatever is appropriate for the dish. Make certain that any spills have been carefully wiped from the plate. And yes, the proper way to serve His meal is to drop to your knees, legs spread wide apart and head down as you hold the plate in one hand for His approval.
**7) Feed Him.** You heard me right. Do not let it end simply with serving Him. Go beyond that. He is special and deserves that extra touch. Trust me, there is nothing sexier than a man torn between the delights of food or you. Take your time, no rush here. Make each bite count.
**8) Conversation.** This may blow a lot of the myths out of the water, but men actually like intelligence in their women. Back in the 50's women actually went to college primarily to learn how to be proper wives. Current events, His work, sports, whatever, He wants someone to talk to as much as you do. Be conversant.
**9) Be His fantasy.** What dirty, naughty thing has He always wanted to do. Why not give it a try? For this night, stretch yourself...or Him. Nothing is off limits. Sex is meant to be dirty, messy and loud...even 1950's style.
**10) Dessert.** Don't forget dessert. But it is best served naked in bed after the hottest sex of your lives. It has the added advantage of providing a sugar rush that should make round two almost as unforgettable as the first time. And oops...if you spill chocolate sauce or whip cream, well, you just must lick it off yourself. After all, good girls clean up their messes.
**11) Laugh.** I know it flies in the face of convention but there is nothing sexier in the bedroom than laughter. Lying in one another's arms and giggling is an incredibly bonding experience after making love. Life is way too serious, folks. Love should not be.
As for pesky little things like dishes...leave them to soak in the sink. The mess will wait. He won't. This night is about showing Him how very lucky you are to have Him in your life. The thing is...why wait for Valentine's Day? If you are lucky enough to have found that unicorn...a good man, then every fucking day should be a celebration of love.
- COMMENTS
technoterriabout 7 years agoFrom a 50's teenager to his young Russian paraplegic wife. I first heard my wife to be singing to me in Russian, and as she finished, I respondedwith my impression of Frank Sinatra. We had been texting and chatting on the Internet for six months and on Valentines Day 2006 we sang to each other and she had a trained .voice. Now talking about plans to come to the UK with paraplegic Hosts and could I check them out for her. I did and got invited by both Hosts, when I told them we were pen pal. She was housebound and I was retired and we had never met.
The first date was in Heysham, arriving there on a hot sunny afternoon, after kneeling and kissing her hand and an awkward hug with her in a wheelchair. I was then sent into the garden for my CCCP, the initials of Soviet Russia, which I used as a texting shorthand excuse, for a coffee and cigarette break. When I was asked what the i initials meant to use up the C&P, i added Crap and Pee (an in house joke). Over the coffee and chat my penfriend who did not smoke, smoked with me and offered a manicure and a pedicure, she could see my toes. My hands were treated to a long careful, sensuous manicure and I began to wonder if she was happily married as her profile said. During the pedicure and foot massage I learnt that she loved her father and used to pedicure her now deceased father and I began to wonder what else she might have done. I was told he locked her outside the house and not to tell her mother, when he entertained female visitors.
Later at sunset, when we went for a walk, we stopped as she was emotionally disturbed and she told me her troubles. Her son had stolen all her cash and some from the host and emptied all three of their mobiles phoning Russia. Tearfully, she asked me to hold and kiss her, and ever the gentle-man I obliged and tongues said hello. Fumbling with her blouse and bra, I was asked to kiss her proffered breast which was extra-sensitive, the other breast was in the paralysed zone.
On the way home we stopped for a bottle of Co-op Champagne to celebrate our meeting and put us in the mood for next days Russian Birthday that my friend was organising for me. A glass of bubbly helped allay my fears and we laughed and joked, and I told her that I would be flying from Manchester to Belgrade for the Exit Festival in Nova Sad, for a week.. Then I would return and take them both to Buckingham Palace and other London tourist destination. It was getting late and it had been a long drive to Heysham and I needed to email my thoughts to my housemate.
The nearby clock tower chimed midnight and I shut down my laptop and the bedroom door opened.
It was her.
"Don't speak", she ordered, as she wheeled towards me.
"Don't look at me. Close your eyes and stand up.
As I stood I felt Willy, for the first time in five years of supposed erectile disfunction
My wife of 10 years, read your article and called me to her bed, but the magic of our meeting was long gone.and 2017 passed us by.
I thought I would share our meeting with you as a precis of our love story. That I was inspired by a Literotica story of Queen a paraplegic Dominatrix and her sub overcoming the problems of sex in a wheelchair.
My wifes email name was 'Queen"
Hope you enjoy E&OE - Terri
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William smythabout 10 years agoBut were she to meet me at the door in only hold ups, heels and an apron and offered a drink I would never have made it to point 5.
TURN OFF THE OVEN--DINNER CAN WAIT!!!!
And what an appetiser she would have made--yummy.
Oh, I almost forgot--5 stars for the story.
Anonymousabout 10 years agoI like your How to story especially the conversation part. Turn off your electronics just for one night and actually talk.
