At first, my husband was very dominant, and I told him I didn’t like that, so I would train him because I have dated and changed a lot of men in good ways, and he was probably one of the worst cases I’ve ever seen depression, drinking, and not very obedient.
So recently, I started this thing called clicker. Every time he does something good, I give him a treat. It’s just tiny Scooby snacks, but it’s his favorite. Then I started giving him head pats and belly rubs, neck kisses, collars, and even giving him pink colored stockings with very short mini skirts that look the best on him.
He sits on my lap when I’m reading, and he falls asleep on my shoulder while I pat his back. He always demands hot chocolate, and he’s been a lot more quiet. I won’t even talk about how he got more obedient, AKA (fun time). And no, of course I did not force him. I just calmly let him know that he has a hole too, and I don’t mind using it. Then it started with handcuffs he suggested them and treats, and carrying him around the kitchen while I cook his favorite cookies and chocolate pudding.
Now I’m sitting in my room, contemplating. Have I turned him into exactly what I wanted him to be? Am I the bad one? I can always tell he was kind of like this, but girls never really accepted him, so he hid that side. he said I think our relationship is a lot happier. I ask him, and he says he doesn’t want to go back and that he loves it like this. But do you think it was really my fault, and I’m the bad guy? and now I’m thinking and I always feel so embarrassed when the doctors ask how sexually active we are. I have to say three times a week is that even fucking average? honestly, what kind of relationship do we even call ourselves now? I think I’m just a bit paranoid. I just wanna make sure he’s comfortable.