Saturday, April 22, 2017


(Note from Thomas Lavalle: Last August this blog published, in three parts, the fond reminiscence of “Leo,” a 58-year-old submissive male, about coming of age in a strict matriarchal clan headed by his mother and her sister. In this continuation, Leo recalls how, in his early teens, he discovered that his mother regularly cuckolded his father, and, amazingly, how his father seemed to accept this humiliation almost as a badge of pride.)

I was 14 years old or so when I first realized that Mom had lovers. She used to go out some weekends and sometimes not come home until the next day. In my naivete at that age I thought she spent those nights with some of her girlfriends or with my aunt (her sister), but one night something happened that made me understand the reality about Mom’s erotic  wanderings.

It was a rainy night, I’m thinking around three a.m., when I heard Mom come home. From my room I heard the front door open abruptly downstairs and then my mother’s high heels clicking on the wooden floor of the front hall. Next I heard Dad moving downstairs, hurrying from the living room, perhaps anticipating what came next—his wife's angry voice.
 “Where are you, idiot! “ she roared.  “It's raining and you’re not able to come out to meet me with an umbrella? You good-for-nothing! “

As I noted in my earlier postings about growing up in a strict matriarchal home, it had become a habit, perhaps a compulsion, for me to eavesdrop on some of my parents’ intimate conversations and interactions, some of which, as I have admitted, I found extremely arousing.

 “I'm sorry d-d-dear,” my father stammered, “I'm r-really sorry, I—”

Dad's cringing apology was silenced with a strong slap. Mom was really angry, I realized. But, instead of being troubled, I have to confess that I liked knowing that Mom was angry and that she was about to assert her supreme power and authority over my father.

Now let me pause to point out that this was in the early ‘70s, when the miniskirt was just becoming fashionable. Let me also note that Mom, who was in her mid-30s back then, was always a strikingly beautiful woman who relished the impact she had on the weaker male sex. In fact, she used to be openly seductive in those sexy outfits she wore, such as miniskirts, leather boots and low-cut blouses that attracted the eyes of every man in view.

Now I heard her start to climb the stairs, followed by Dad’s lighter tread. I had no trouble visualizing where his eyes would be! He would be incapable of taking his eyes off the voluptuous body of his stunning wife preceding him up the stairs. The following exchange carried up the stairwell, every word crystal clear:

“You're not going to ask me how my night was?” my mother called out with stinging sarcasm.

 “I hope you had a good night, dear,” came Dad’s reply.

“Oh, I did! I truly did! In fact, my night was just fantastic! I was dancing and having some drinks with a very handsome guy. And then we went to...  Well, I guess you can imagine where we went, can’t you, dearest?”

As Mom and Dad reached the second floor and started down the corridor past my room, I eased my door shut and put my ear close against it.

“I asked you a question, cuckold!” Mom demanded. “Answer me!”

A chill ran down my spine. Mom had called Dad a “cuckold!” Yes, I had a pretty graphic idea what that word meant from conversations at school with certain boys. A cuckold, they’d said, was a “wimp,” a “henpecked” guy who allowed his wife to fuck other men.

But there was a slight problem with their definition. It didn’t exactly fit my mother and father. Obviously Mom cuckolded Dad no matter if he  “allowed “ it or not. In fact, it was obvious he had no say at all in the matter! And it was evident from the tone of deep shame in Dad’s voice that he was feeling humiliated by his sexy wife while she was having fun taunting and bragging about the fact that she’d been out fucking another guy until three in the

That night I realized what it really means to be totally subjugated under the superiority of a woman. In a sudden flash of submissive understanding, I saw my father not as a “wimp”—not in the way that insult is usually intended, or the way the boys at school had meant. I saw my father instead as a kind of masculine role model who was “man enough” to accept his natural inferiority to women. An inferiority that I, too, felt, deep in my soul.

I’m in my late fifties now, but that realization has stayed with me ever since. Over time I realized that when Mom or my aunt or even my sister called  my father or uncle a “cuckold” or  “wimp,” that they were doing it to remind them of their inferior status, a status where humility, silence and obedience are masculine virtues that all need to be reinforced again and again.

Let me add here that, although my mother and my aunt were highly educated, enlightened and classy women, sometimes they deliberately employed a crudeness of vocabulary with their husbands. I have since learned that this is quite typical of women who rule their husbands and families with a firm hand. As my Mother used to say, “A woman can treat her men how she pleases, period.”

I encourage other men, and women, to share their experiences about living in strict matriarchal households. Over the years I've had several online friends in the lifestyle, but that was several years ago back when Yahoo! groups were the best and almost the only alternative to meet like-minded people, and unfortunately I lost contact with these online companions some years back.

In closing, let me emphasize again how much I came to admire my father for his unconditional subservience to my mother. In fact, I believe that he came to take a certain submissive pride in being her cuckold, although it was obvious that it could also be deeply humbling and painful for him to have her throw it in his face so frequently. But for my father, I am convinced, this was another way of demonstrating his reverence and veneration for the woman he loved with all his submissive soul.



  1. Great recollections! A lot of parallels with my early years, although my mom rarely showed much anger unless she and my dad were in private. I recall overhearing her heatedly berating my father in their bedroom. Lol, in public, she mostly disciplined him with what he himself once called, "soul-shuddering glances." If he forgot something routine or something special that she told him to do, she give him a wicked look which I interpreted as a combination of, "How dare you!" w/ "I'm so disappointed and ashamed of you." This always brought my dad to his senses, and he'd spend the rest of the day fawning over her and trying to please her.

    As for cuckolding, I never heard my parents use the term itself much, but Mom dated guys all through their marriage, and I instinctively knew my dad wasn't allowed the same privilege. Dad occasionally had problems with jealousy, which my Mom didn't mind ( I think she felt it was good for him to be a little jealous), except when it started to affect his behavior. He dealt with it though, because he knew it was Mom's way or the highway. Even though they're both seniors today, Mom still has a fairly steady boyfriend who is a decade or so younger, and dad is still the dutiful servant/husband.

    I can also definitely relate to Leo's description of his mother using her feminine pulchritude to her advantage. My dad was spellbound by Mom. Even after three kids, she had a nearly flat midriff and she was proud of it. She also knew it was one of dad's weaknesses. She'd tie her blouse up under her breasts, and that along with her usual summer attire of tight shorts would make my dad's eyes glaze over.

    I guess I inherited my dad's penchant because my wife's midriff drives me crazy too. She's a fitness buff and she had a just-visible six pac before she got pregnant. She gave birth to a beautiful healthy girl a few weeks ago (yes, we're both still giddy and over the moon) and already she's already pretty far toward looking the way she did.

    I also agree with Leo on his admiration for his father. I feel the same way about mine. It's not something that's easy to explain, because to the vast majority of outsiders, it looks like my father (and now me) give everything and get absolutely nothing. But those who understand know we get as much as we give.

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  3. I have to wonder, if, as women become more powerful and dominant in society, whether some lesbians might take advantage of Women's newly powerful status, and cuckold heterosexual men by seducing their wives.? Witht he husbands being powerless to stop it. I wonder if in the future, whether some husbands might end up having to serve both thier Wife and their Wife's girlfriend/female lover?

    A few year's ago, I had a lesbian couple who were friends of me and my girlfriend . As a wedding gift to them, I gave them some IOUs for house cleaning. Since they were both women with professional careers.and who hadn't much time to clean

    About once every week or so, I would come over to do their laundry and clean their house.On one of these occasions, my girlfriend and her best friend Alice dropped me off. The lesbian couple [Julie and Emily]were going out to a movie while I cleaned their house.They invited my girlfriend and Alicealong. Julie took pleasure in making a big deal out of her and Emily taking my girlfriend and Alice out on a "Date", while I cleaned their house.She claimed that the situation was very "empowering" for her . It made me strangely jealous.Since I knew that Julie and Emily found both my girlfriend and Alice to be very attractive.and had teased me in the past about "stealing her " from me

    Julie made a point of ordering me to fetch her and Emily's sandals so that they could go out on their "Date" with Valerie[my girlfriend ] and her friend, Alice. I said "yes maam" and meekly fetched their sandals for them. While Valerie and Alice looked on with amusement.I couldn't help but notice that my girlfriend was looking at Julie fondly and with awe as she had me fetch her sandals.aand as Julie made a point of telling me what chores he wanted done while she and Emily, Alice and my girlfriend were out on their "Date" .And Julie seemed to take great pleasure in making me refer to Valerie and Alice as her and Emily's "Dates"

    The situation was quite innocent.Julie was only having playful fun at my expense. But I couldn't help but notice how much my girlfriend enjoyed seeing me ordered around by Julie and Emily. Especialy when they got back from the movie.And I made dinner for all four ofthem.And served them snacks and drinks after dinner, while they relaxed after dinner in front of the tv . Julie made a point of talking my girlfriend and Alice into watching "the L Word" tv show with them]

    After that evening my girlfriend's best friend, Alice, convinced my girlfriend to have me clean her house a few times as well. And I couldn't help but notice that Julie and Emily were more bossy of me when I came over to redeem the rest of my IOUs. Julie made quite clear that she enjoyed bossing a hetero sexual man around in front of his girlfriend.

    We moved a few months later.So sadly I don't get to see Emily and Julie any more. But I sometimes fantasise about what would have happened if Julie and Emily had wanted to totally enslave me and seduced my girlfriend and her friend Alice? I like to think that I at least helped one lesbian couple feel "empowered' by me being submissive to them