Romantic Woman Worship
When they began dating Pauline’s aggressiveness and Fred’s passivity kept the young couple in sync. The average boy would have found Pauline too bossy. Most girls would have wondered if Fred were a wimp or even gay.
Fred was always willing to fall in with Pauline’s plans. He never disputed. His ready complaisance made him the most likeably guy she had ever spent time with. They became inseparable. Fred never resented giving up action movies to watch romantic comedies with Pauline. He liked the food at the restaurants she chose.
Within a few months they became thrifty, planning for the marriage that while years away was the obvious outcome. Their wedding took place shortly after Fred took his master’s degree and was hired by a large corporation.
Fred’s career consumed many hours. This meant he often worked late. He was equally diligent at home. Whenever possible he would cook. In the hours most men would be relaxing he did housework.
Not that Pauline was lazy. She did her share. At least as little of it as Fred left undone.
Fred would cater to her. He brought her snacks. Made her hot tea. Almost every night he massaged her feet and legs. Always he looked at his wife with admiring devotion.
Inevitably, as time passed Pauline came to accept this level of service as the norm. Fred treated her like a goddess. What woman would not enjoy that?
Goddess? When she found some web pages Fred had printed, she realized that he did think of her as a goddess. Literally.
Fred had been studying about female superiority and female supremacy. The worship of woman as divine seemed to be a favorite subject.
Pauline was not very shocked. Even as a girl, boys and men seemed silly. Females were much more sensible than males. Fred had always been an exception. Did Fred’s virtue stem from knowing his place? From placing Pauline completely above himself?
Pauline did not tell Fred of her discovery. For weeks, she did her own research into female superiority. The evidence persuaded her. Women were inherently more capable than men.
She also came to accept female supremacy as a sociopolitical necessity. Men were not able to govern their own lives much less nations and the world. Were men to accept their inferiority Utopia might result.
These abstractions were secondary. What really mattered was her life with Fred.
One night Fred was rubbing her feet. Softly Pauline instructed him to kiss and lick them. As he obeyed, Fred seemed to fall into a trance. Pauline had to yell to rouse him back to full awareness. When he looked up, Pauline saw an expression of pure bliss on her husband’s place.
“Pray to me, Fred,” she said. “Worship your Goddess.”
Passion overcame surprise as humble words of praise rushed out of his mouth. Pauline saw a tear roll down his cheek. She knew it to be a tear of happiness.
That was several years ago. Their shared lives have continued. Things are in many ways the same. Fred is the same hard working successful man who is also his wife’s domestic servant.
Pauline now regards Fred as her property. The self-abasing husband proudly accepts this label. Their relationship is more formal and ceremonious. The formality enhances their fulfillment in their respective roles.
He now kneels before his Goddess Wife in prayer three times a day. When the weather permits, at least one of the prayers takes place outdoors in the backyard.