Straight Female / 28
The Burden Of Womanhood And Her Dreams
Have you ever been bathed and groomed, your hair made up, your pits and your legs and your delicate inner thighs shaved smooth. Your butt crack waxed and your butthole bleached. Your make up carefully applied, a silky transparent fabric night gown put on. Taken to the man of house as a g*ft, your nightgown untied so it fell to the ground, with your breasts in her hands as she presents then to him, she asks him if he wants her to prepare you for him. She reaches down with her delicate fingers and twists and pinches your love button getting you to sweat until you're ready for him. To feel his hands on you, grabbing you to him, penetrating you in one thrust. Have you ever had that happen to you?
To lose your virginity to the man of the house. You're there for his pleasure, to be used by him, to enjoy your nakedness, to enjoy penetrating you, to enjoy filling you with his seed, you were brought to his house for that very purpose. You were selected to bear children. Other women in the house are there for domestic duties, to wash and to clean and to cook and pick up. But you are there for one purpose, to be the mother of his children. You, unlike the other women in the house, you were selected to be his wife.
For my wedding night I was. I was chosen from thousands of women to be his wife. Chosen with care my mother told me, he would only have the best. And I was the best, bred and raised to be the mother of princes. My place, she said. You are there but for one purpose. To please the man of the house, to please him, for his pleasure. To be with child, for him to enjoy your beauty, to see his sons grow inside of you. If fate brings you a girl, then raise her to be the mother of princes. You raise his sons to be kings.
That was the book that I read as a child, over and over again and again. That was my dream, How I was to be taken. That is the dream I had for my wedding night, for my honeymoon.
My reality was quite different, his penetration was rough and hand hewn, he grabbed and held and thrust over and over, his pleasure was taking me. Not once, but twice. That is how it was on my honeymoon. To this man I have to call husband. An ordinary man. I am an ordinary woman. I have to cook and clean and pick up. No one to bathe me, no one to present me. My dream did not come true. He is the man of the house and I am his woman, a woman's work is never done and there are woman things that I need to do.
Sweet dreams
To lose your virginity to the man of the house. You're there for his pleasure, to be used by him, to enjoy your nakedness, to enjoy penetrating you, to enjoy filling you with his seed, you were brought to his house for that very purpose. You were selected to bear children. Other women in the house are there for domestic duties, to wash and to clean and to cook and pick up. But you are there for one purpose, to be the mother of his children. You, unlike the other women in the house, you were selected to be his wife.
For my wedding night I was. I was chosen from thousands of women to be his wife. Chosen with care my mother told me, he would only have the best. And I was the best, bred and raised to be the mother of princes. My place, she said. You are there but for one purpose. To please the man of the house, to please him, for his pleasure. To be with child, for him to enjoy your beauty, to see his sons grow inside of you. If fate brings you a girl, then raise her to be the mother of princes. You raise his sons to be kings.
That was the book that I read as a child, over and over again and again. That was my dream, How I was to be taken. That is the dream I had for my wedding night, for my honeymoon.
My reality was quite different, his penetration was rough and hand hewn, he grabbed and held and thrust over and over, his pleasure was taking me. Not once, but twice. That is how it was on my honeymoon. To this man I have to call husband. An ordinary man. I am an ordinary woman. I have to cook and clean and pick up. No one to bathe me, no one to present me. My dream did not come true. He is the man of the house and I am his woman, a woman's work is never done and there are woman things that I need to do.
Sweet dreams
