Submissive Faggot

If that ain't the truth.

Gay Trad Marriage: Ten Commandments

1. You overtly revere His Manhood both inside and outside the home. You demonstrate your love with visible and verbal deference and devotion 24/7/365.

2. Sex is for His pleasure and fulfillment, when He wishes, how He wishes, as long and as often as He wishes. Sex consummates your marriage to Him.

3. You take good care of His household, always putting home first—you clean, you cook, you look attractive, you serve and entertain his friends, guests and family.

4. You sacrifice your needs in order to help fulfill His. You give. He takes.

5. You do not act independently. You ask His permission first.

6. If and when it is appropriate for you to speak, you do so to verbally encourage and support Him unconditionally. And when it is not appropriate to speak, you keep your mouth shut and listen to Him until He is done speaking.

7. You are a natural caregiver. You anticipate His needs without His having to say a word.

8. When He is in a stressful situation, you do what is necessary to make Him succeed. You defend and assist Him.

9. You give Him space. You never make demands of His time or attention or emotional energy.

You don’t want a boyfriend or a husband. You only say you want that to save face.

You want a virile man to humiliate you, an alpha to turn you into a little slut.

A few days after our conversation, he confronted me with a smile and said he agreed with me now, that the place needed to be cleaned up.

"Th-Thank you...I'm glad you decided to help out after all. You kinda freaked me out heh ..."

The place still stinks but progress is good no matter how small I suppose

"Oh definitely, this place is so gross. Don't worry I'll help out. First things first we need to get rid of this woke, rainbow groomer garbage!"

He grabbed down my pride flag and tossed it away, he's been going around the house throwing all my decorations he called 'gay'!

"What?! Hey stop...please! I let you put up your Trump stuff, just let me have mine" I pleaded

"Hmmm let me think" after a long pause he rips a loud wet fart that seemed to last forever, it made the room smell even worse

"Yeah that's about what I think of this dumb shit, besides you asked me to help clean up right? Haha you should be kissing my ass for helping you with your duties."

I drop to my knees literally begging him "Please...Sir! Please let me keep something! I'll do whatever you ask just please..."

"Fine, fine haha! Kiss my ass, say thank you, and I'll let you keep one thing from this bag. Deal?" He said in a condescending tone while pulling his shorts down, revealing his hairy musky bare cheeks.

"Deal! Yes thank you! Thank you!" I slowly lean in to kiss each cheek and as soon as my lips touch, he lets loose an even longer and worse smelling fart that makes me slump over and nearly pass out.

"Much better fag! Here you go you earned it! I ordered it off your Amazon anyway." He reaches in the bag and pulls out an unfamiliar pink chastity cage. I looked up at him holding it, still smelling of his awful gas. Realizing he played me, I started to cry.

"Now now, we agreed you can keep one thing from the bag, don't complain! Hahaha! Here, take the rest out to the trash and then you can lock that thing up."

He lets out a loud obnoxious laugh, as I wordlessly stand up and take the bag from his hand, and take out the garbage just as ordered. I look at all the memories of friends and pride events as I drop it all in the dumpster, feeling tears sting my eyes. After I get back inside, he was sitting on the couch eating chips watching ICE raids on the news. Laughing as they tackled protesters like it was some comedy show, he didn't look at me just pointed to the pink cage and said "Put it on, then go get me a beer"