One of the foundations of our relationship is the mutual understanding that my sexuality doesn’t matter as much as his. I am a provider first and foremost, not a recipient. If he touches me, it’s to grope and take what he wants, if he makes me come, it’s because it’s pleasant to him, he’ll tell me to do things I dislike without a second thought because it makes him hard. I am always compliant, and I never get permission to come before he does. Sometimes, he’ll just leave me alone with permission to finish myself off. I’ll struggle with the humiliation or the harsh treatment will send me over the edge immediately, but I’m always grateful for the reminder of my rightful place.
He’s more important than me, always. And in that moment when he turns to me with love in his eyes, pats my head and calls me a good girl he’s very proud of, I feel completely fulfilled.
Beautiful…a perfect relationship.