Today is Friday, and I wake up the same way I always do, with the alarm telling me it’s time for me to get up and fulfill my one mission in life – to treat you, my husband, like human shit. Not dog shit because that would be too kind, but literally like human shit.
It would be best if you were honored that I treat you anyway. I am way too hot for you, and I threaten to leave you multiple times a day because you are such a fucking idiot. You can’t do anything right, and you have some brain trauma because you are slow, like a sloth is faster than you.
I had to pee – so I went downstairs to the basement, and in a dimly lit corner, You huddled in a rusted small cage. You look happy to see me in that dumb animal way as you worship me; it irritates me. It makes me angry that you acknowledge my existence.
My phone rings, and I check to see who it is. My massive mood change lets you know that it’s him. I look right at you, “Hello, handsome. I was thinking of you.”
I talked to my beautiful boyfriend for several minutes. You looked pathetic in the cage as he and I planned to have a fantastic evening of glitz and passionate sex.
“Good news, you little fucking piece of shit!” I say as I approach your feeding area. Hike up my robe and piss in your bowl. “You are going to get to go outside today. You will assist me, you dumb fuck. I want you to help me shop for my date tonight with Armando. He is taking me out on the town, and then we will fuck each other’s brains out.”
It has taken me months to train you not to look at me and even longer to get you to shut the fuck up unless I permit you. I let you out of your cage, and without a word, you walk to the guest bedroom shower and clean up for a full day.
Our car arrives, and you sit in the back. I sit up front and flirt mercilessly with Jason, my cute Uber driver. He looks nervously back at you in the rear-view mirror, but I tell him you are my gay assistant who secretly likes little boys but isn’t brave enough to do anything about it.
I hated myself for raising you to the assistant level, but it was the best I could do on such short notice. How was I to know our Uber driver would be so cute?
He dropped us off at the Ritziest shopping center in the city. I was dressed to the nines for the occasion, and I let you wear a nondescript button-down and a pair of khaki pants. I made you wear your chastity belt with a pleasant little Bluetooth shocker around your little prepubescent pee pee tip. I whisper in your ear as I pretend to draw you close like we are in love…
“You are a fucking bitch!” I bit your ear hard, but you didn’t recoil. You just stood there like the fucking retard you are…it made me even angrier. I hit the app for the shocker and pressed the button – this time, you jumped in pain, and I smiled. A few people in the mall noticed us but were too self-absorbed to worry about our shock therapy.
In the Gucci store, I made you walk behind me. I pick out a new handbag and make you carry it, and then to the Neimans, where I pick out a sexy little Mac Duggal dress that will knock Armando’s socks and the rest of his clothes later tonight. We take a lunch break at a hot spot in Buckhead, and as we are seated, the beautiful waitress asks what we want to drink. I told her a strawberry margarita and that you were not ordering anything. I don’t allow you to speak to me unless I permit you, and that will not be until later tonight.
It’s the money I am using. You made some excellent investments into Bitcoin with your inheritance when your parents died in a horrific car accident. You put the entire 100,000.00 into it, and I remember being furious with you and telling you what a joke cryptocurrency was. However, you kept it in there, and six years later, with both of us still working, you cashed out your 305 bitcoins at 60k each, and we quit our jobs the next week, sold our modest home, and moved into a 2 million dollar home.
A few months ago, you confessed to me you had a secret fetish, and now that we had the money, you wanted to live it out. Horrified but also intrigued. I agreed, and I remember relishing the first night you slept in the basement, in the rusty cage you now call home. I wake every day with a purpose, and it is so exhilarating to treat someone like a slave. It is the greatest accomplishment I could ever have imagined.
After a beautiful lunch, we went back shopping. Tiffany And Company is especially a bright spot on my list, and I purchased a diamond bracelet and necklace.
I looked at my watch and saw that we were correct on schedule. It’s time to go home and prepare for my date with Armando. You ordered me an Uber, and within 15 minutes, we were on our way home. Pulling up to the sprawling estate so close to downtown Atlanta still is breathtaking, and I realize what a great life I have.
It is satisfying that I gave you so much shit all those years for investing in Bitcoin – it was a reckless gamble, even though it turned out amazing. Things could have quickly gone the opposite way and lost all value. You were right to make me your superior because you are garbage.
I wish every day that I had never met you. You are weak and pathetic… I despise you for not being man enough. You‘re never worthy of me. Men throw themselves at me, and you never defend me. One day, I will leave you and take all your money. That will be a great day.
We get home, and you take me to the guest bedroom. You are never allowed into my bedroom or to use my bathroom. You lay out my clothes and accessories on the bed. I shower, and you wash my perfectly sculpted body with a loofah sponge bath. Getting extra soap on my ass and pussy. You get deep in my butthole if Armando wants to fuck me in the ass, which he usually does.
You towel me off, “Why are you so fucking slow, dimwit?” I grab my phone and hit the shocker app hard. You cry in anguish, and I laugh.
You get me dressed, and I hand you a list of things to do while I am gone…
I return exhausted and ready to unload my creampie all over your pathetic face around two in the morning.
You were exactly where I told you to be in the guest bedroom, facing the bed on your knees. I walk in, sitting on the bed with my legs spread open. I take my panties down to reveal the milky cum of Armando dripping from my pretty pink pussy. You wait for my permission, diving in voraciously, licking it clean.
Within a few minutes, you are back in your cage, and I am back in the shower preparing for bed, only to wake up and have another adventure with another man that isn’t you…it will never be you.