A woman whom I can call mine. Who takes care of me, who lets me take care of her.

Someone who lives with me and works and brings home an income while I be the pretty house husband who does her laundry, cooks and cleans for her.

Someone I could cuddle early in the morning and someone I can be myself with. Someone who'd share her panties and bras and pretty dresses with me. Someone who'd let me suck on her titties when I feel low. Someone who would order me around. Someone I could truly serve in a house. Someone who decides what I eat, what I watch on the TV and someone who leaves me with kinky tasks before leaving for office for me to complete before she is back.

Someone who takes me pubbing to see her flirt with other men and make me feel pathetic. Someone who'd talk to tall muscular men who intimidate me or even bully me as she introduces me as her friend. Someone who'd kiss other men in pubs right in front of me while I hold back tears.

Someone who asks me to host men only parties at our house and makes me keep delicious drinks and appetizers ready for it. Someone who has a whole party waiting for at her house for when she comes back from office. Someone who'd start stripping for these men I invited to our house the moment she walks into the house after a long day while drinking alcohol like it's water. Someone who'd know that her sexual fulfillment is more important than my mental stability. Someone who would not feel too sorry exploiting me for being too pathetic and weak and in love although she'd love me too. Someone who'd know this is fine even when she loves me. Someone who'd get fucked like nasty whore in that gangbang while acting like it's our normal Friday night

I have a lot to say ahead but I don't think I would be able to write it up when I am this overwhelmed