You want it all, don’t you?

Well FUCK YOU, pig boy. You don’t get it all.

If anybody gets it all, it’s the wife. Hopefully she’ll figure you out someday and she won’t leave.  She won’t leave …  but will stay and use your cock-stupid behavior to her advantage.

She will cuckold your ass like there’s no tomorrow.   She will rub her behavior and her well-fucked cunt into your face.

She will remind you that you weren’t man enough to be a good spouse when you had everything and anything a man could dream of.  The perfect trophy wife:  beautiful, blonde, smart, successful.  She will remind you of all the men who hit on her, yet she remained faithful.  She will remind you that you married up … and should have been kissing her ass and kowtowing to her right from the beginning.  She’ll remind you how she trusted you and believed you were a good man.

Reminders.  At least at first.

Then, later, once she’s gotten you used to regularly sitting on the sofa or sleeping in the guest room while she’s getting it on with her latest lover, once she has you trained as a low-rent cuck-a-hubby and begins really enjoying it and …

… once you realize you are so FUCKED. That your fantasies have come true and your wife is the ultimate wicked princess and loving every minute of it.

Then she will tell you.

She will tell you that she knew all along … about your twisted antics at NiteFlirt, your filthy thoughts, your dangerous and sick games.  About Angela St. Lawrence.

She will tell you that long before she finally “pretended” to catch you and turn the tables and make you her subby cucky …  she was already craving huge cocks and had been sampling more than a few here and there.

She will tell you that she fucked one of your supervisors when you were on a business trip.

She will boast about doing two of your best friends in your marital bed, the night you passed out drunk after the Super Bowl party you’d hosted.

She will smirk and tell you that your other friends watched and beat off.

She will laugh, explaining that often when she told you she was too tired or had a headache, she knew she was getting a big dick the next day and didn’t want to spoil that fun with a piddling, unsatisfying encounter with you.

She will tell you that even when she fucked you she was thinking about other men … how big they were, how they knew so much more about how to please a woman than you ever could or will.

BUT …

She will say to you …

What are you going to do about it? What in the hell do you think you can do about it, you gutless worm?

Be grateful you still have me, because you and I both know I’ve had better and can get better any fucking time I want. Be grateful that I don’t have my latest squeeze move in with us and make you serve both of us.

Because, you piece-of-shit snake of a husband, you and I both know that I can.  We both know that you could never ever get someone as hot as me again and you are fucking lucky I am till here.

The bottom line, my funny little faggy valentine?

While you were busy doing your convoluted version of phone sex with Angela? I was getting the real deal. I was getting banged by super studs with monster cocks.

And you were too stupid and too fucked up to know.

So go call Angela and wank on that worthless pin dick of yours.

Because from now on: that’s your poor pathetic sex life.

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I wrote this as a Pay-To-View for a very fun and kinky guy.  Hope you like it.  You can even masturbate to it.

Um.  You do know I’m a nice girl, right?

Unless, of course, you’re a testosterone-challenged wanna-be man.

*wink*

I seem to have developed a need for you that is like breathing out and breathing in. I’m so dizzy with desire for you that I can barely see.

I hold my breath until you leave me breathless (again).

Email from a hot, sexy, delicious, Phone Sex Caller.  He rocks my world.

What would you do with Klondike bar? Or a testosterone-driven phone sex caller who can’t keep his erect penis and and his Acts of Contrition in their proper places.  He calls my FemDom phone line craving servitude … not redemption.

Then at a later date sent me this:

Dear Lady,

Permit me to remind you of something that you have probably heard before, even many times before. But I have something to say also that you probably have not heard before.

Several months ago, we had a short phone session in which you expressed your desire that I suffer for you.

Respectfully, I will remind you that the woman for whom a man is willing to suffer is the woman that he loves, and his suffering takes place of his own volition. He suffers for her, when he must, of his own free will.

When you proposed that I suffer for you, you were indeed leaving it to my own volition to actually do it, but to tell me that you want me to suffer for you is not right. For you to desire the devotion of a man is quite natural and good. But for you to actually desire that he suffer for you is evil. When a man suffers authentically for you, he will do it out of love, and you will not actually desire his suffering.

Dear Lady, there is someone who has indeed suffered for you truly. He did it of His own volition before you desired anything at all. Jesus Christ has suffered to the point of death for you, to pay for your sins, so that you can live. Take His offer by believing in Him. Then, live your life to please Him. Then, if you desire the devotion of a man, ask your God to give you the bond of true love. Then, share that bond with your man that God gives you. You will be stunned into silence by the sweetness of the true devotion of your man.

Respectfully yours,

Boot Slave

Maybe Boot Slave will be happy to know that God is now a regular caller and one kinky motherfucker.  Amen.

… I’m not buying it:

Dear Angela:

10am to 6pm tonight. Slept as instructed.

I am disappointed that you think I am cheating. Your esteem is important to me, and it is a blow to know I haven’t got it.

I don’t know what else to say.

I thought … I don’t know what I thought.  Maybe that my chastity was a gift to you as well as from you. I can’t make you rich, but I can honor our relationship with honesty.

Knowing that you don’t believe in that makes me sad.  It also tempts me to find my own release as well.

Prince Cock Puppet

Did you really think that would work?

And … cheer up! Now it will be another week. What fun we will have.

xoxoxo

I had a dream that I was deep inside of you and just thanked God for the perfection of the moment.

Love you, Science Nerd