In a world of Malewives and Puppy Subs, one brave slut dared to be both (Resolutions, Day 80)

So! First of all, happy National Puppy Day, from your favourite international puppy (yes, I know it was yesterday, but hush). I think if you were to ask me why I considered myself a puppy, I don’t know if I’d have many specifics for you. I know it started with Mistress Charlotte (as so many wonderful things do) – her Slutty Puppy file was one of my absolute favourites even before we started talking, and it remains so to this day. In that session, it’s seen as a dehumanising thing, turning me into a literal horndog, too desperate and needy to even use his hands, forced to rut against the furniture just to get the pleasure of contact he desperately craves.

And, yeah, that aspect is obviously hot as hell – even thinking about it now is getting me a little hot under the collar. Everything else just builds off of that, really – Mistress’s collar is a literal puppy collar, I take my cold drinks from a man-sized dog bowl on the floor (although that’s really more of a “lowly slave” thing). I even have a puppy bondage hood and tail plug, just to really drive the point home. The idea of being a pet, an amusing little puppy that, yes of course, we all love him – just, don’t let him on the couch, that’s for people, not silly little puppies. Honestly, I think it’s enough that I enjoy it, without having to look too deep into it. And if Mistress enjoys it as much as she seems to, then that’s more than enough for me!


And speaking of things that Mistress Charlotte and I both enjoy that I’m not looking too deeply into – yes, that’s right, it’s time for another edition of Malewife Corner, where I go on about being a good submissive little domestic houseboy. Y’see, today, my embroidery supplies arrived!

Embroidery is, of course, one of those essential wife-skills that Mistress decided I was going to get educated in – and having gotten around to it at last, I have to say I’m liking the malewife label more and more, because it’s actually rather fun! Once you get the hang of it, it’s really quite meditative, in a way that I wasn’t expecting. Clearly I just have a brain suitable to domestic life – best leave the real work to those more qualified. You’ll notice I mentioned getting the hang of it, though – I’ll admit it took me quite a while to figure out exactly what was going on. I did a Textiles class back in, what, intermediate school? When I was like 11-12? And even that was using sewing machines! I’ve done, I believe, virtually no needlework in my entire slutty little life – which is why I feel reasonably proud that when I sat down after work, I managed to produce this:

That’s pretty not bad in my book!

I typed out “Slut” in a fancy font on my phone, then held the fabric over top of the screen and used a fabric marker (which is still there in the photo, it washes off real easy with cold water though) to trace the design onto the fabric. Then you just put it in the hoop, look up “how to do literally any stitching”, and away you go! I went for the backstitch on this, because it’s good for text, and I can see myself using it for the majority of my real embroidery project as well. Which, if you’ll recall, was to put a slutty spin on one of those classic housewife decoration things – “Live, Laugh, Beg” was an example Mistress gave me. I made a quick mock-up design of another example she came up with, on some logo generating website, and I’m kind of into it?

Ignore the watermarks – sorry, but I’m not actually paying to use this as a logo.

No idea how long it’ll take to embroider – but I feel like I could probably do a decent job of it? I don’t think I’d have to do the second stitch for the text, probably just one would be ok, and I’m REALLY not sure how well I could do the flowery borders… But I think it’s got potential!


It’s a pretty fun hobby now that I’m into it – I could really see myself sitting on the couch in the afternoon, embroidering something pretty for the house while I’m watching my soaps. Just waiting for Mistress to come home from a long day’s work so I can cook her dinner, hear about her day, be put to good use between her legs as stress relief, while she sips a whiskey and watches the news… One day. Thanks for reading.

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