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tHEcUCKyOUwANTED -> She Takes (10/18/2010 11:12:47 PM)
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Sorry to all noticers for the formatting errors in my last post - its the website's fault when transferring from microsoft word. But here is the new one:
"She will crush you like a bird in her hand – or what will she do? Have you asked her to be the boss? Have you regretted it? Many times… She is in control. You are hanging by her ankle. She will drag you all places. She is in control. How long since she took you? And yet her conquest never ends. She will never let you go – she played you hard, for keeps. She has succeeded in dominating you. You come when she calls. Every day she digs in deeper. And you can’t stop it. She rides you like a wounded beast, and makes you love her for it. She is charming; beautiful; long haired, round hips, long legs, she defeated you with love. And she defeated you with more. Can you bear to tell her no? She would make you suffer. You give her what she wants, you marry her… She takes your name, but its more like she claimed it for herself. She let you keep your pride – for a while. Now she is looking at her home, looking at her husband, looking at her possessions, enjoying them, but not satisfied. She is growing and you are shrinking. What else can you give? Her sweet voice – she rules you with it. Her commands are yours to follow. She picks out your clothes. She decides your haircut.
Years pass.
She intimidates you. She has such a lock on you, watches everything you do. It never dawns on you that you are so afraid. She loves you but she looks at you differently than she used to look at you. She has a servant, not a husband – or a husband servant. But where is the man she knew? Emasculated. She is not attracted by your love, but by her power; though she loves you. She will not give it up. Never.
All this time and she is beautiful, and you love her even more, although she steps upon your heart. You gave it to her and no one can tell her what to do with it – least of all you. In a battle of the sexes, the woman never loses. She can make you think you’re winning, right before she squashes you. Who is getting the groceries? Who is organizing the cupboards? And she is lying on the couch – watching as you vacuum, waiting for you to cook her a nice dinner. How long since you had sex? She just makes you pleasure her. She finds the thought, with you, unpleasant. You learn to take your pleasure by giving it to her. She loves the way it feels, with you between her thighs, wishing for much more, and then ignores your requests to make love tonight. Enjoys her beauty sleep while you finish in the bathroom. She has all the power. You creep back to bed.
One day you will be impotent. She will ask you to have sex and you will not be able to perform. She will pretend to be upset. She knows just what to say. Just how to thread the needle. You feel pathetic; helpless; pitiful. She lets you suffer deeply, savors your pain. How long did it take to ruin a man? Just enough time, and now she is about to be free at last. She denied you all those years. Soon you find yourself begging her, in disgrace. You are pleading for her to forgive you, and for her to take a lover.
She has been waiting to hear it. You felt denied? She could have had a thousand men. But she didn’t want to cheat. She wanted you to give them to her. She can’t be forced to hide it – she is not impotent. She should not be the one to suffer. She has too much dignity to meet strange men in motels – she will need the marriage bed. Have you ever given her anything less than exactly what she wants? This will be no exception. You’ll do more than just allow it: you will step aside. She will have men home for dinner – a nice dinner of your cooking. You will be hospitable as she entertains her guest. Notice the look in her eyes! Have you ever seen that look? Wherever was this pleasant girl?
It’s hard to meet her boyfriends. Knowing is hard. Why doesn’t she hide it, even a little? She moved so quickly you hardly know what to do. You just stare and watch and know that you can’t do anything – she would be angry if you protested. She would make you suffer more. She treats you like a lackey. She lets the world know – you are lacking so much. But she is just as happy as you are miserable. The handsome young man is with her at the table. They are shameless, flirting.
She is a wife with full privileges. You, as the chastened husband, watch. Your privilege is to serve. She suddenly wants what you wanted from her so badly – from him. You begged for her to give him what she never gave to you. You must be well behaved or she would skin you alive. She and he are holding hands. What do you tell yourself?
Sure he may have a large package, you think, but he could never be as good at giving head. In other words, he’s the better man but you are a really good at humbling your pride and she has completely dominated you. He’s having sex with your wife but you are making sure she’s not too sexually frustrated in between. And you’re really skilled at using dildos. She doesn’t give you any sex. But you make her boyfriend breakfast.
You wait on her hand and foot when she is sick. You put lotion on her back. You make the marriage bed when she’s done with it. And sometimes you sit beside it when she’s busy putting it to use – with the lights on.
The sheets are satin, pillows fluffy; her clothes are falling on the floor. They are kissing as he slips her jeans down over her thighs. She does not resist. Her panties, lace, are on the floor. Her body, languid, arching backwards; her hips, round, eager, waiting. Her legs, long, slightly parted. You don’t see much under the covers but you did see enough of his erection to feel shamed. The look on her face says the rest. She is smiling as if about to receive what she has waited a long time for. He gives it to her… your wife… the happy woman.
You don’t expect it to last as long as it does.
Most men would agree this is a strange way to get to know your wife. But you do learn more than you thought, unfortunately, from watching her with him – what she really likes. What she sounds like when she’s excited… this part hurts you… you don’t know how to handle it… the sound of her excitement is something you hear for the first time in your life. Unfortunately, they started having sex immediately. You can’t see it but you hear it. The image in your mind is horrible. She has him inside. She seems to like it very much. She is smiling strangely… her eyes are magnetic. Her teeth are gleaming hungrily… You never saw her like this – you are learning… more than you thought. She is intent on her business. The sounds of it, more informative than you hope. You can almost hear the sinews.
To see her is to die. She took your heart to bed with her and is using it as a sex toy.
How can she be doing so many things at the same time? She shows you more than sex. She is showing you what she can do – to you. She catches your eye while his back is to you; she holds you in her gaze. She doesn’t hide her pleasure. She lets you see the perspiration, lets you see the ecstacy. She lets you understand that this is what she really needed. He gives her what she needs. She lets you see what it looks like. Your angel – there she is. She does not hide her power. She knows how you are feeling. She uses her knowledge to manipulate you. She whispers silent messages, with him inside her, and makes you understand. She does not hide her feelings. – She loves you, as a cuckold. She loves what she is doing to you. She can feel what is going on inside you. She makes you feel what she feels – so incredibly fulfilled, more than ever. You feel a lump in your stomach as her pleasure mounts, as she shows it to you, and her eyes watch you like hungry wolf, then laughs!
When she looks down, you feel a surge, the surge of something unfamiliar working in Your heart is pounding… your blood is hot and you are flushed all over… full of more emotions than any man could feel on his own… you understand… she humiliated you until you were so beaten you were impotent. But now… now, she forces your erection on you in this humiliating state. There it is after all, maybe the strongest erection you have ever had. You feel angry, yet you realize it’s your fault, not hers. Isn’t it?
She looks away from you and turns now to her lover. But you can’t tear away – this is the most sexually engaged you have ever been. He is thrusting into her and your heart is pounding like a hammer. He is thrusting in so deeply you can feel it in your spine. You can’t take it – how much a better lover he is than you… you suddenly need him to outperform you… and he does. You can’t stop your heart from beating, you can’t stop the tears as she wraps her legs around him. You are so excited… so incredibly excited… what is she doing to you? He keeps going faster until you can barely contain it, until he thrusts so deeply her body shakes. You are gasping as she gasps, you quiver as she quivers, and as she cums you feel it, unable to stop, you feel your cock stiffen and ejaculate as you watch your lovely wife in bed with him.
He is still inside her as you sit, spent upon the floor. She sends you away now and continues on with him.
She told you not to do anything except to go sleep on the couch. But you hear her all night, as you lay there in the dark, unable for a moment to get the image out of your mind. She knows this very well, of course, as she’s in there with him, no doubt having him in ways you can scarcely imagine.
You hear her all night from the darkness of the other room. You close your eyes and try to sleep but the sound is too pervasive. Not just her voice, but the jutting walls, the creaking bed, banging, banging. You lie on the couch where you were sent, unable to move, unable to stop him from doing this with her. You are a good husband – you need to make her happy, so you follow her command while he, this dashing lover, does everything he wants. And here tucked under the blankets you are – impotent for months, stuck alone with a steel erection that will not go away. The sun is coming up when you finally fall asleep to the sound of their laughter echoing in your mind.
You wake up alone to the sinking feeling that all that was very real. You hear them storing in the sunlight through the open bedroom door. They’re still clutching each other as you peek in. Breathing in the perspiration you nearly trip over the blanket and you can hardly help but balk at her lover’s naked body, and the terribly large penis your wife enjoyed so loudly. Does it ever go down, you’re forced to wonder. Unable to escape your mind’s instant need to measure it as you try not to vomit, you’re genuinely sad to understand the size of the erection that must have thrilled her so much.
She has done so good a job training you! Your mind wanders quickly to the thought she intends you to realize: now that she has started, she is not going to stop. You know it before you even think it. She wants you to understand that the exchange of power is now total, and that is just what you’re thinking about. No one can stop your incredible wife – not you, not anybody. She can do anything. Your life has changed forever, but she’s not done with you.
Tearing your eyes away, you see the note upon the nightstand:
“Slave: stop staring at my lover’s cock and go make me some breakfast.”
Breakfast for one, or two? Or three? She doesn’t make it easy. She wants you to figure it out. She knows you know the answer. And you do. Heaving a sigh, you crack open four eggs in the kitchen. Pouring two glasses of orange juice, you don’t add one for yourself. You’re not allowed to eat until she has had her fill, even though she’s sleeping. You hear the bed creaking – the smell has roused her. But you stand staring at your painstakingly set table for an hour as she, discovering her lover’s naked body, seduces him again. Through the open door you hear it all more clearly, and in the light of day the sound feels more real. Glad to make you feel insecure, she takes him in the open. But because you understand her wishes, you must simply bear the sound. You would like nothing more than to venture near, and really steal a peek, but you stand there at the table, knowing what she wants. The thought crosses your mind to find some other thing to do, but you know that your job is to stand and bear it, to be her blind witness. Your job is to embrace your wife’s control. She knows how hard it is for you to intentionally give in, but she also knows you understand, now, that you must do it. So the man in you will stand and take it even though he wants to run.
As she finishes what the circumcision doctor started, something changes in you. You held out long to resist, but you embrace it now. More than just giving in to her domination, you accept it now, so deeply that you will never be able to undo it any more than she can stop what she does. There standing in her kitchen, her voice ringing with power, you relinquish everything to her. What would She say, is your only question, anymore. The only one you need.
What would she do? What does she want? You are the servant to your wife. But as she killed your pride, she set you free to enjoy it. And when she finally emerges, her new boyfriend in tow, you are a changed man. Where other husbands may feel disrespected to see them naked at your table, you feel a sense of pride, a new kind of pride, as you hold out the chair for her, then present one to her lover. Now that you get a better look at his naked superiority, you don’t feel jealousy, but pride, that you have such a wife, and everything is new. She seems to find what she expects when she looks upon you now, and finishes her meal hungrily, and you are proud to cook another – which you are hoping she enjoys.
So life is a cinch now, right? No. But accepting her control is what makes you strong enough to endure what life has in store for you. In fact, nothing’s easy anymore.
You are ‘full-time’ now, after all – it’s your job to follow orders, even when you’re sleeping. You belong to her; your thoughts belong to her.
You have to concentrate… what does she want you to think? Which is better, Kraft or Hellmans? You have to be able to laugh at yourself – she does. What does she want you to wear – slacks or blue jeans? She wants to talk to you about the attractive man at the bank – what should you say about him? How polite he was? She thinks he was flirting – was he? She seems to think so. You two seem to see him every week – how should you act around him? She wants you one step behind her.
Sometimes she wears you out. Your wife walks around at a fast clip – she likes to keep her figure. You follow behind as quickly as you can but by the end of the day you’re wiped. And there you are, so sore and tired, but your beautiful spouse will accept nothing less than your very last ebb of energy. She seems just as vitalized as you are exhausted, as she props her feet in front of you to massage; and you are on your knees as she relaxes on the couch. And she tells you exactly how to do it – sometimes for hours, until she goes to sleep.
A husband’s work is never done.
And his wife is never weary.
You learn to do a lot without getting much back in return. You know what she wants you to think but you don’t know what she’s thinking. You wonder if she is still attracted to you, but dismiss the thought as it seems not to matter. She is enthralled by you being so enthralled, and that is what counts."
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