Thursday, August 23, 2007

A desire to have some of the advantages of a girl...

I was reading a recent post of another blogger, at

http://maybemaimed.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-to-be-pretty-boy.html

and it reminded me of a post I'd made just over 6 years ago. So here is the part of it I can easily find...
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.... While I love hearing "Please Master" and "Yes Master" from my wife, it is no secret around here that I work pretty hard to keep her happy and even expect her to let me know what is needed to keep her happy, even if it comes with a "Please, Master" in the preface.

The intensity of the pleasure I get out of making her happy startles me (and her) sometimes. I sometimes think the 'Please, Master' stuff is my way of protecting my ego as I (happily) do things for her. Where does this urge, the intensity of this pleasure, come from in me? I think I can say a few words about one of the fantasies in my mind.

.... As a young man I was very much taken by Marilyn Monroe movies. And I found that I mentally revised somewhat the character she so often plays, the sweet sexy young nightclub entertainer who has attracted the interest of the successful older businessman.

Now, Marilyn isn't really dumb. Rather, she is smart enough to know when to play dumb. And she gets, from my point of view, a pretty good deal. Her businessman is busy enough that Marilyn has some time to do her own thing; she has a job for fun and pin money but isn't financially dependent on it and can cut a day or sass the boss when she wants. She has her man pretty well wrapped around her finger and gets what she wants. In exchange she is available when needed, attentive, affectionate, ready to run off on a trip or to a party, and, one suspects, ready to hop into bed when needed. [Note: I'm reciting the Marilyn Monroe fantasy I built up, which is not quite the same as the role she actually portrays].

I -thought- the male viewer was supposed to identify with one of the men in the movie - the young guy smitten with Marilyn, or the older man who Marilyn attracted. But I didn't want to be them. I wanted to be Marilyn. She didn't have to work more than she wanted to for the fun of it, didn't have to solve her own problems, didn't have to act strong and independent - all she had to do was be desirable, be available when wanted, and know when to play dumb. It seemed to me she got a much better deal out of it than the men did.

Now, I did have a reasonably normal, and reasonably successful, academic career. ... And other than that we tended to follow the time-honored tradition: she decided the small issues, and I only took charge of the important issues, (like when would be a convenient time to have my cock sucked. :) Actually, we divide decision making pretty well. She's better at major financial decisions than I am, so she makes them.)

And as years went on, we've grown happier and closer together. My wife retired 13 years before I did, giving her more time to make me happy, and more time for other activities. As I approached retirement, I watched how she spent her time and increasingly took time away from the office to join her. I enjoyed the social rounds and trips she suggested. I found that I really -liked- coming when called, especially as she mastered the right way to do the calling.

(Phone call at office: "My pussy is awfully wet, Master, and I think I need to change panties. Do you have time to come pick me out a pair?")

We had enough money, between us, that I could retire - which meant I could and did sass the boss when indicated.

And I mentioned one day to a psychologist (as I discussed some other retirement issues) that I was finally managing to live a large part of my Marilyn fantasy. With my wife as the successful older businessman, and me as the (not-so-)young sex object - enjoying my job and the 'pin money', but no need for it financially, and getting all the sex and love I wanted, with my main job being to be available for my wife when wanted and to make sure that she knew I felt her to be infinitely desirable (which I do).

I described the Marilyn fantasy and he looked at me a bit as if I had two heads. "You really like that?" "Well," I said, "it appeals to me a lot more than your job. After all, what's wrong with a job where the principal duties include being found highly sexually desirable, being ready to run off on a trip or to a party, talking a lot about subjects of mutual interest, and the pay just happens to include all the sex that I want." He looked me over, grinned strangely, and changed the subject...

2 comments:

maymay said...

Though a lot of people are quick to point out the double-standards plaguing women, very few point out the ones that are beneficial to them. For too long people have been focused on what you're supposed to want: money, power, influence, etc. Instead, I am far more interested in wanting what I really want, regardless of how that might sound to others.

I've long fantasized about being what is known now as a "kept man". It is not at all disimilar from your Marilyn fantasy. Whether or not I would enjoy it in my real, day-to-day life is another matter, and kind of misses the point. Even if I didn't really want to be in that situation in reality, I still want to feel okay fantasizing about it.

P.S. When you copy-and-paste web addresses, don't worry about whether or not they break on two lines. :) That's just visual. If you want to make URLs into actual links, Blogger has a what-you-see-is-what-you-get (WYSIWYG) mode, much like Microsoft Word does. You can find out more about Blogger's editting tools in their help sections.

Thorney said...

Thanks, maymay, that pointer to the Blogger help section was just what I needed. For a retired CS prof, I can be pretty dense sometimes.