More small steps to FLM

This past weekend we traveled nearly 8 hours roundtrip in the car together.  I had thought this would be a good to time to talk about our relationship and present my hopes for our upcoming 30th anniversary trip.  My dream is to renew our wedding vows.  My hope would be that the vows would be at least an acknowledgment of making our FLR a serious part of our marriage commitment.  At best, this would be a ritual collaring wherein T would take me as her slave.
This would be a big jump from where we are now, but the thought of it makes me so excited.

A few days ago T sent me a shopping list by text.  I did not get one of the items and I assured her that it was not on the list.  I was wrong, it was on the list. I told her that she was right and that I deserved to be punished for arguing when I should know that she is always right. She forgave me, so probably won't punish me, though I wish she would.

Last night we were talking about communication in our marriage, which did not exist for many years. This was after she had mentioned a couple she knows who just broke up.
This was right after I released her bra and scratched her back. I was on me knees and she turned around to face me and placed her hand on my throat and pulled my head upward, as if putting a collar around my neck.

I confessed that I had hoped to talk during our long drive about plans for our anniversary trip and my hopes to renew our wedding vows.  She said "What do you have in mind?, Something like me dragging you out on the beach by a leash and collar?"  I told her that since she brought it up first, yes, I had thought about a collaring ceremony.  She asked if that's what that was called and I said yes, a collaring is when someone becomes a slave to their dominant and that is what I would like to be.

Unfortunately, it was getting late and we were both very tired, so we kissed good night.  I turned off the light and pressed my balls hard against her knees and drifted off to sleep.
Sweet dreams.