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fag report card
from the Master:
"Good job faggot on house cleaning Seems like u learned how to clean floor very well and kitchen
"Better performance from last time"
Master also ordered me to post a pic of myself kneeling. Here it is.
He keeps you naked you do His laundry 🔐
Alert to any resistance or hesitation to His direction on my part, He will take disciplinary action if necessary. Prompt obedience and full passive eager compliance is expected, as befits my place as His spouse and His authority as the Man.
Lowering my eyes in his presence became a natural reflex the more I came to love Him.
Fine Looking Pair of Cops. 🤗🥵
Making Him and His brother their lunch and bringing it to Them. They have careers and work. They protect. I serve.
He loves to see you gag on his massive sweaty cock, he loves to see how it doesn't fit in your mouth, he loves to spank you with it, and he knows you love it too.
In the intimacy of our bedroom, His cock rules and His power over me is made manifest. Submitting to His kinks like a dumb bitch isn’t degrading. He’s my Husband.
He is loving in the street, but makes sure He puts me in my place in the sheets.
No touching and no cumming. All my releasing is to occur at his behest and in his presence. Breaking me of my selfish mastubatory habits. Rechanneling my energy into productive activities—training, chores, service to improve who we are as a couple
Marital chastity means I never masturbate. I only cum with Him and for His pleasure. There may be two men but there is only one Cock.
Soon after the honeymoon, I began to realize by how He was treating me more and more that our marriage was not just a cokmitment, but for Him a form of ownership. He would stand there like this in the doorway of our bedroom, in the house He owned that I now took care of, his heavy cock, solid body and alpha stare between me and the world, and it became clear to be that His satisfaction was now my only purpose in life.
It’s a husband’s duty to keep his white male bitch-wife in her place by whatever means is most effective. “Obey me,” he’d say to me, “and we won’t have any problems.”
He decides when. He decides where. He decides how and he decides for how long. My husband’s sexual cycle is the organizing principle of my life around which my world revolves.
Dinner better be on the table when He’s hungry.
He enjoys people on the beach here watching me bring him his water bottle, a fit, slimmed down middle aged white man in a neon pink pussy thong, obsequiously catering to an obviously dominant male husband in a traditional marital arrangement. I feel my naked cheeks he had just bred two times this morning exposed, bouncing and jiggling, wet as I wade out to him, as the other guests at the resort watch, all eyes on me, their judgments, their surprise, and probably for some of them their arousal and their envy, as He takes the bottle, sucks his protein shake down for a bit with the same thick lips that kiss me or smirk at me when I’m especially cunty and feeding His ego like this, and he simply says, “Thank you, baby.”
He’s right. No one needs to see my face. No one cares about that. This is what they care about. My capacity to receive cocks. He’s been a good teacher. He’s finally gotten it through my thick skull.
Alan Ritchson
Runner (2026)
Getting used to wearing a butt plug. 50 years old and living constantly penetrated now because He wants that for me, for us, as a couple.
I give him my beer. And acknowledge I’m still too fat. When I get my weight down to where it should be, he said we can start sexing again, and I will be allowed to cum. “No, Sir. I shouldn’t be drinking. Booze makes you fat.”
Without real shoes, I can’t go far. He likes knowing I’m home, where I should be, doing what an old bitch should be doing for his Husband. Keeping house. Making His life smooth. Being a model for others.
