Sorry If I Offend, But I've Learned My Lesson The Way He Likes It
Men don't look at you the way you think they do. I don't care how successful you are, men see you as someone to fuck and someone to take care of them. I learned that lesson the hard way.
I have been successful career wise. I make good money, well into the six figures. I have a position of responsibility and influence. But none of that mattered. He wasn't interested in my accomplishments at work, he wanted to know if I was going to suck his cock. He used the word bitch with me several times. I sucked his cock but he wasn't satisfied.
I got fucked the old fashioned way, I also got my rear end crisscrossed with a belt. After the belt, then he fucked me. I pretended all along I was with it, but I wasn't. I was scared out of my mind, and the belting was unexpected. The fucking itself was so easy, compared to being held down with his belt in his hand. I don't remember what I said or did that got him angry at me. But whatever it was I got my ass belted. I was thirteen the last time my father took a belt to my ass.
I took it like a woman, stiff lip. I wasn't going to let him see me cry. I got fucked some more, and some more, and some more until my brain was a marshmallow. Then he fucked me some more. I just opened my legs, or stood on one tip toe and lifted my hip up. I also sucked his cock, it's like it makes him feel like a man, with his cock in my mouth and he's looking down at me. I don't like sucking his cock if he isn't looking at me. I want to see his approval in his eyes.
He has a whistle for me. He whistles and my head turns, and I follow the whistle to where he is waiting for me. He has a nickname for me, if he uses my full name I know I'm in trouble. I stopped a while ago complaining, he's happy with me, then I'm happy. The twist on happy wife happy life, is happy man, happy woman. He likes being served in front of other people. Or he hates having to get his own plate if other men are watching. It's a man thing, a man's need for other men to see that his woman is serving him. Other women make comments, but they get up to serve too. So not to be the ones to embarrass their husband.
I've learned a lot since I was chosen. He pulled me out of the crowd, and had his way with me until I was domesticated for him. He hangs his belt in the closet, I know that belt, I wore the welts for over a week. That is the last time I swore at him. Cheaper than having your teeth knocked out.
Somewhere back there I took the wrong path. It went to my head. If I had to do it over again, I would have submitted a lot earlier, like in high school. Before you develop the feeling of empowerment, when you never have the power and aren't ever going to have it. It's nothing but a mirage really, until the husband, man of the house, comes looking for you. And he has all the power over you.
