The routine is simple.

I wake up before him to make breakfast and coffee before he goes to work. I always look presentable. (4’11”, 130, Latina) I love being small. I love being obedient. I love being feminine. I love my dresses and bows. I always say goodbye at the door. I love cleaning and maintaining my house while listening to jazz. I’m always at the door to great him when he comes home; to take his coat, keys, and boots. Dinner is ready of course. I’m wearing my favorite pair of matching undergarments. But today, like everyday, they will never be seen. My flirty words will be laughed off and my desires will come second to his video games yet again. Before I know it. It’s off to bed to repeat the day.

The routine….is boring.

What I want is to open my front door thinking he’s home early. I want to be knocked back against the wall. I want to be threatened. I want to have my ponytail yanked as I’m dragged into the house and thrown onto the couch. I want to feel unknown hands around my neck and feel my legs shaking in fear as he demands my obedience. I want the hands of my rapist to grope me violently until he leaves bruises. I want to feel the electricity down my spine everytime he slaps me and forces me to open my mouth. I want to gag. I want to have my mouth used until he’s satisfied. I want my makeup to be runnning down my cheeks as I cry and my eyes roll back at the lack of air. Just as he cums, I want to start begging for it to stop. I want to be able to say ‘no’ and be denied. I want him to laugh at me and degrade me as he drags into the bedroom and does it all over again. I want to lay there, used, spent, restrained, and marked. I was nothing more than a fuck toy to be abused until I could barely remember my name.

Beafore he leaves, I want him to promise he’ll do it again.