In My Labyrinth

Asking you about your day, then pulling your tits out while you’re talking

Having you cook my dinner, you only eat once I’ve finished

Jerking off beside you in bed, pushing your head down to swallow my cum without saying a word

Immediately groping you when I get home from work, shaming you for being desperate if you’re wet

You make our morning coffee, but I cum in yours instead of milk

While I’m at work leaving you a list of household chores and expecting them all done

alpha is feeding the new girl breakfast in bed.

Sunday Brunch and all

Take this image above. I can imagine this scenario playing out so clearly in my mind. When I first bought this shirt, it was an actual shirt. It covered all of my torso and I proudly wore it out and about feeling so powerful...Until one day I came home and I found that You took a pair of scissors to it and made it a ‘crop top’. I was angry at first that you had destroyed something I loved. So I had to redefine my values; see a little bit of body exposure something powerful and that I was controlling my sexuality and still being a fantastic feminist.

But it doesn’t take you long to let me know it wasn’t going to stop at a cropped shirt.

You organized a date night in, an ‘apology’ for ‘ruining’ my shirt. You convinced me to get all dolled up because what we were about to experience together would be life-changing. I believe You, and You were right. What happened next changed my life. The next few hours, You pulled out all the stops. You demonstrated to me my future.

It was full of slaps and spanks, tugs and yanks, and spit and piss. I learned how to breathe and choke at the same time, I learned what it felt like to remain on my knees and have my face constantly pressed to the floor. I learned what my ‘powerful shirt’ looked like covered in piss, cum, and spit while my nipples stood hard and pebbled pressing through. You never let me take the shirt off that night, since I loved it so much. You wanted to make sure I remember that I was a feminist, and this was what a feminist looked like. A dumb bimbo whore.

And I loved it.

alpha is feeding the new girl breakfast in bed.

Sunday Brunch and all