When I got married to a traditional Man, I knew He believed I was inferior to him. My husband always told me that in order to be a good wife, I'd need to realize women were inferior to Men. I was so in love, I decided to believe him and focused on embracing my new position- below him.

But I didn't realize that was not exactly what He meant. He began to switch the narrative.

At first He explained, "A Man needs more than one woman," He said, "Especially if He has a wife, because a wife is no more than another object in the house." But then He added, "Men need a woman who is an equal to Him, so He can enjoy the relationship of someone who He respects."

Suddenly, I realized that inferiority wasn't about all women... just me. But I recovered from shock of that realization fast. I was already inferior, but I was OWNED. I had someone wouldn't leave me high and dry. So I felt comfort in my inferiority. But even so, I would learn that I was yet to discover the depths of humiliation that comes with inferiority.

My Man began flirting with a colleague, "She's a true woman," He'd tell me, purposefully, to make me blush and remember my place. "She knows how to take on life like a true queen. I want her, and I'm going to ask her out tomorrow."

I watched as He made a dinner reservation at an expensive restaurant, buy a bouquet of red roses, and take back diamond earrings He had bought me for an engagement gift. "You don't need this," He said, when He saw my surprised and pained facial expression. "Does a chair need to wear diamonds? Does a door need diamonds? No. You are my property, just like a chair and a door. So run along and get my nice coat. I have a beautiful date to get to."

I cried when He left, and went to bed once I realized He wasn't coming home tonight.

The next morning, He waltzed into the house with a look of ecstasy. "She can deepthroat, she can do anal, and she's better at sex than anyone I've ever fucked," He said, and I died internally hearing that. "And best of all, she wants to meet you! Apparently she is very interested in the idea of owning a housewife, and is considering owning one herself!" He looked happier than I'd ever seen him. "I am going to offer her your services as a housewife. Why go through all that paperwork when she can share my property?"

And that's exactly what happened. From the moment she met me, I saw the evil glint in her eye. I could tell She wanted to use me more than just a maid. The hard slap on my ass as she inspected me told me all I needed to know- She would enjoy being sadistic to me.

The next week, they decided she would move in with us, and I was moved to the spare room in the basement- directly below theirs.

(To be continued)