I'll start this by saying I've had a tough week and would love to just be taken out of my head today. I'm around at work all day and would love to chat with a woman that loves to take control and let a man know just how much he doesn't measure up.

My beautiful girlfriend. You know I'm head over heels in love with you. You know that I'd do anything for you.

Which makes it that much easier for you to tell me that you met a nice guy while you were out dancing with your girlfriends a few weeks ago. Girls night was very good to you.

You tell me there was a little harmless flirting and that he programmed his number into your phone, even though you told him you had a boyfriend.

After another week of having to deal with my small cock fucking you for only a few minutes before I cum, you decide to get in touch with him. You start texting. Sending him naughty pictures.

Finally, you decide to meet up with him. You're nervous at first, but you go through with it. You didn't go far with him. Let yourself fall into his arms and make out. That's it.

But tonight, its different. You really like him. You tell me that you're sure he's a better lover than I am and that you intend to find out. And you know I won't leave you. Tonight, you might not come home. You just might spend the night at his place.

While you tease me and tell me that its because I can't please you, you push me down on the bed. You start to tease my small cock, and before I know it, you've restrained my arms and legs to the headboard. You wrap a pair of your sexist little panties around my inferior cock. Then you strut around our bedroom, trying on outfits.

You know that I have favorite outfits for you. You settle on my favorite lingerie, favorite dress and favorite boots.

Without untying me from the bed, you give me a kiss, wave goodbye and walk out the door...