Dominant Positions That Reinforce Wife-Led Marriage

The body reads a position before the head has time to think — especially a man's, where the line between those two departments was never the fastest. Who is on top, who holds whom, who sets the pace, whose face is visible and whose is not — all of it says more about power than any words, and says it to both of you at once. So there is one rule for positions in our bed, and it is simple: there are positions he no longer has, and there are positions that are now yours alone.

His positions — the ones that were taken away

From behind, you on all fours. The most male position there is: he holds you by the hips, he decides how deep and how fast, he sees your back and not your face. It is exactly what you do to him with the strap-on — which is precisely why it never happens the other way round. One dog in the house, one leash. If you want it yourself, give the orders out loud, every movement — and his hands go anywhere except your neck and your hair. And when he does start begging — "just once, from behind, like we used to", and he will — answer evenly and without anger, because it is the plain truth: "That isn't for you. That is how other men take me. I need you only like this — on your knees, locked, with the key on my neck." Say it once. Then just watch him digest it — the view is worth it.

Missionary, him on top. He covers you, he leads, he comes inside you with you underneath — the classic of male possession, and his body remembers it as "normal". He comes out of that position feeling that everything has gone back to the way it was — and in the morning he will say something like "see, we can do it normally." Don't give him that feeling. "Normally" means something else in your house now. And if you do let him on top — press your legs together and keep them there: no depth for him, no range either, and instead of a man who "takes" you get a boy bouncing fussily on top like a girl. Watch him while he does it — calmly, a little bored. He will come out of that position with no feeling at all that anything has gone back.

Standing, from behind, with you braced against a table or a wall — the same as the first, except that you are "taken" in the literal sense. You on your knees in front of him standing — his gaze from above, his palm on the back of your head: that is the position of his power, and in your house it belongs to him, not to you. He can kneel as much as he likes — kneeling is simply beneath your station now.

And one rule over all positions: he never holds you by the neck or the hair, and he never sets the pace — no matter who is lying where. His hands go behind his back, behind his head, or wherever you put them.

Your positions

You on top, riding him. Depth, pace, when it ends and whether it ends at all — all yours. He lies still, hands behind his head or pinned under your knees, and looks up. The one position in which he is ever allowed to come — on that rare evening when you have decided so: even what he gets, he gets the way you want. His holiday, your schedule.

Reverse cowgirl. He doesn't even see your face — only your back and the way you use him. That is the exact formula: you are not making love to him, you are taking yours with an object that happens to be lying underneath you. A good, well-kept object — you see to that.

The amazon. He is on his back with his legs raised and spread — the way a woman lies in missionary — and you sit on top and set the rhythm yourself. A complete reversal: his body in the position he spent his life thinking of as a woman's, yours in the one he thought was his. The most humiliating for him and the most commanding for you; be warned only that his gratitude afterwards will have no end — and a grateful man, as everyone knows, does the floors.