My kind of man

My longing is to be possessed by a dominant man with a firm hand and a hard resolve. I'm the kind of gurl that knows my place and purpose. I'm not resentful towards my man when he disciplines me or makes me do my duties. It's just the opposite with me. I'm grateful to be kept in line and to be taken by my man even when I'm reluctant.

I love to bear my man's cock. The first time I am completely ready for my man to penetrate me. Yielding my tight hole and being thrust into over and over again is orgasmic for the duration. The physical and psychological release affirms that I am made whole by taking my man inside me. It paves the way for further satisfaction later on.

The next time I know I should submit willingly, but my body needs to be guided as I am sore and hesitant to open up. My man needs to know that the tears in my eyes are a sign that I'm doing as I should. He needs to understand that it's his job to be strong and continue in spite of my wet cheeks. Holding me close afterwards tells me that I did my duties well.

My verbal resistance or refusal to subsequent mating is a natural reaction that should not deter my husband in the least. I understand that it is my duty to kneel down, open my legs, or bend over at the first provocation, but knowing that it will lead to his manhood stretching me open again gives me pause. At this point my husband must be forceful and make sure I perform my wifely duties. Although I may cry, it is the surrendering and accommodating that I crave. The devotion to my position underneath my husband and bearing his cock is ultimately satisfying.