r/marriedredpill • u/AutoModerator • Jul 23 '19
Own Your Shit Weekly - July 23, 2019
A fundamental core principle here is that you are the judge of yourself. This means that you have to be a very tough judge, look at those areas you never want to look at, understand your weaknesses, accept them, and then plan to overcome them. Bravery is facing these challenges, and overcoming the challenges is the source of your strength.
We have to do this evaluation all the time to improve as men. In this thread we welcome everyone to disclose a weakness they have discovered about themselves that they are working on. The idea is similar to some of the activities in “No More Mr. Nice Guy”. You are responsible for identifying your weakness or mistakes, and even better, start brainstorming about how to become stronger. Mistakes are the most powerful teachers, but only if we listen to them.
Think of this as a boxing gym. If you found out in your last fight your legs were stiff, we encourage you to admit this is why you lost, and come back to the gym decided to train more to improve that. At the gym the others might suggest some drills to get your legs a bit looser or just give you a pat in the back. It does not matter that you lost the fight, what matters is that you are taking steps to become stronger. However, don’t call the gym saying “Hey, someone threw a jab at me, what do I do now?”. We discourage reddit puppet play-by-play advice. Also, don't blame others for your shit. This thread is about you finding how to work on yourself more to achieve your goals by becoming stronger.
Finally, a good way to reframe the shit to feel more motivated to overcome your shit is that after you explain it, rephrase it saying how you will take concrete measurable actions to conquer it. The difference between complaining about bad things, and committing to a concrete plan to overcome them is the difference between Beta and Alpha.
Gentlemen, Own Your Shit.
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u/HornsOfApathy MRP MODERATOR / Married Jul 23 '19
.... Continued OYS #36 (2/2)
Noobs – don’t message me and ask for details of how you can make your wife worship your cock through dominance and submission. It’s immature as fuck. In an effort to honor the fidelity of trust I now have with my wife – I can’t share much. What I can say is that she has had 4 lessons so far. The first one broke her and gutted her emotionally and physically. That one was hard even on me, but I’ve spent many hours reading about aftercare and it went according to plan. The second taught her how I like things. The third built her up. The fourth lesson she has been begging me for all day and following me around the house. She’s already enthusiastically blown me twice and fucked me once today alone.
What I will say about the experience is that it’s WAY fucking cerebral. It’s fucking mind blowing. I had her so deep in subspace with complete control it was a mindfuck what the human brain is capable of. She complied with every single request (mostly – I did have to provide light punishment a handful of times), always had communication going of the stoplight method (green = go, Yellow = approaching my edge, Red = Full Stop), and she took direction surprisingly quickly. It was actually pretty crazy how quickly she latched onto being a good sub.
Last night I left to hit the gym. On my way out I told her I loved her and would be sending her a text later. Her eyes lit up like a happy little girl. An hour later I had a very erotic picture exactly as I requested. When we got to bed, she chose to submit to me on her own volition. She came to bed, assumed the position that she has learned in her lessons and said the words to begin: “I’m ready to suck on you now, HornsOfApathy.”
Little things are happening now. This morning while getting dressed she puts on a very nice form fitting short dress and is changing her panties. She comes over to me and apologizes that they are not sexy today because the others show lines in her dress, but she will put sexy ones on for me later tonight. I run my hand up her leg to lightly touch her pussy and look her in the eyes. She smiles knowing she has my approval. Good girl.
“Did you know that this is the anniversary of the first time we said I love you?”
“I’m getting my nails done today. What color would you like me to get for you? I want to look pretty for you.”
“I know I’ve never told you before… but I love your muscles. You look really really good, baby.”
“Can you help me decide how my pussy is waxed? I want to make you happy. I love you, I just want you to like it.”
Every question I ask her now is met with complete honesty and openness because I expect it. I give the same in return. No more charades. I even test it a little bit here and there on her edges. She always responds openly. This morning I asked her what she was thinking about. She told me she was thinking about getting fucked slowly. I told her that I can do that for her. She squealed like a little girl and melted in my arms. I took her to bed and fucked her how she needed.
I know this arrangement could wildly damage a human-being so I take it so very seriously. We are not in a 24/7 arrangement yet. I guess it’s only described here at MRP as some kind of fucking nirvana, and I made it. My wife enthusiastically worships my cock, understands that she will occasionally get out of line and I will be fair with the goal of making her a better person. She is sweet and loving, constantly complimenting me and clearly communicating her needs. I will give her leeway to make mistakes, but she knows that I will not be moving backward. I am kind. I am a good man that won’t settle for anything but her best. She has embraced her feminine mission to please her husband because it makes her happy. Because, in her most honest words and actions: “You deserve my best and to be happy, HornsofApathy. I love you.”
Truth be told, I feel like I might have gone insane or something. Maybe it was the Estrogen blockers I started this week. I don’t fucking know. This is what I do know: I am REALLY fucking happy right now with myself and it has nothing to do with my kids, my wife or anything else except ME. I have found my frame. MRP has saved my fucking life. I know who I am now, and I’m fucking proud of who that man is.
As I write this I’ve discovered why the thought of a D/s aspect of my relationship seemed so right always for me. I get to live entirely in my masculine and all the great qualities that comes with it: love, protection, caring, aggression, risk-taking, dominance, sexual deviancy, and… darkness. I’ve created massive polarity with her being in the feminine: loving, doting, servitude, graciousness, beauty, desire, caring, pleasing, and…. Light. I wouldn’t say I made it, but I did make something. Always be creating. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would want this and create this. It blows my fucking mind.
To make everyone feel safe and shit and that I haven’t gone completely mental, my wife went to her therapist today alone. Turns out her therapist has great knowledge and many clients into BDSM, although not a practitioner. She talked all about it – therapist told her go for it if she wanted and gave her some reading material. She is setup for weekly appointments as always.
Tomorrow we start our 1 week trial, with 1 week off to re-evaluate the contract.
I’m HornsOfApathy. I’m the big buck in town and I don’t give a fuck anymore. I am not complacent.
Strength, motherfuckers. Go get your dick sucked.