Diva is always right.
Even when My Pet disagrees.
He does this thing where he scrunches up his face and literally bites his tongue (you can see the tip sticking out of his mouth), when he’s upset.
Some kind of tantrum usually follows, but lately, I’ve had him repeat to me, “Yes, Diva.”
That gets him to stop biting his tongue and then he takes his puppy dog face and does whatever it is that I’ve asked of him.
When I’m wrong or mistaken, but rarely, is when I have him looking for something and it’s not in the place where I insist it should be.
I do apologize if I am mistaken, but I continue to have him look in all the appropriate places, even if he insists that it’s a waste of time.
If My Pet argues, I have him repeat to me, “Yes, Diva,” and he carries on about the task.
Garnering a simple, “Yes, Diva” from him has done more in the past few weeks to diffuse any arguments or disagreements that he may have with me. Obviously, he can’t argue with me when I remind him who’s in the lead around here.
He works part-time, now, for the same business as I do and I am his immediate supervisor. It is quite the turn on to hear him say, “Yes, Diva,” when I tell him to do things, at work. We share that special little glance that most lovers do and with a smile, he goes about his duties, on the job. It’s wicked, but it’s fun, even if the job itself isn’t.
The “good girl” side of me feels bad for him, when he doesn’t like to do what he is told. But, then I remember that I am training both him and myself to give and take orders, without question.
If I begin questioning how he feels and thus questioning myself, then I begin to slide and thus let him slide. We end up back at square one and I have to start all over, again, training him how to be led by me.
These days, I’ve been standing my ground.
My Pet’s been throwing less tantrums, but still biting his tongue.
He still does what I tell him to do, though.
I’ve begun giving him more and more daily tasks. Since he’s not working full-time, he has more time to see to my needs.
I’ve even taken to calling him in the middle of the day, when I’m at work, to tell him exactly how I expect to find things when I get home: A glass of wine and a nightgown on the bed, so that I get can undressed and relax the moment that I walk in the door.
My Pet has to be showered and shaved every day before I get home from work, as well.
His (and my) reward is snuggling up, after he’s done with the dinner dishes.
On our mutual days off, he draws me a nice, hot, bubble bath and then we indulge in a couple of hours of playtime, before dinner.
During playtime, I have him massage and kiss my feet.
When I let him touch me, I guide and command his moves. It’s almost orgasmic to hear him say, “Yes, Diva,” as he goes from one command to the next, trying to please me.
My Pet is still on sexual probation, so it has actually been quite a while since we have had genital to genital intercourse. He gets the scrunchy-face and tongue-biting thing going when I remind him, during playtime, that he is still on lockdown. That’s when I give him new suggestions for how he can put his tongue to better use. His “Yes, Diva,” is a little pathetic, but he gets right to work, as directed.
To his credit, his patience and indulgence of the rules is getting more and more admirable. I am even losing my patience with him less and less. That has led to us talking more openly about sex and our expectations and even his own desires and fantasies. We kiss more and smile more, at each other, than we have in a very long time. We are actually having more fun.
It will certainly be a highlight worth noting and a memorable event that he can carry with him through his next lockdown on the day that I let My Pet off of sexual probation and I can make him scream, “Yes, Diva!” for all the neighbors to hear.