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She started going out every night after work and coming home very late. I started cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, and everything that had to be done at home. I figured if everything was done at home that she would want to come home more. I was wrong. Even when I had dinner ready for her, she would tell me that she was going to go out for a drink for a little while. She would end up staying out all night. I started to feel very submissive and didn’t know how to react to it. I had never had these feeling before, and it was driving me crazy. I started to isolate myself from friends. I had and was completely devoted to what was going on between us. After a few weeks I knew that I wasn’t able to control her, and that I would have to just give in to her. I would go to bed alone at night and think about what she was doing. I was so jealous. I kept thinking about her getting fucked while I stayed at home and cleaned. The thought of her taking someone’s cock inside of her drove me crazy and the thought of her cheating on me even more.

I noticed that I was changing. I was no longer that person in control of things anymore. I knew what was going on, but I wasn’t able to get away from it. I was totally submissive to her, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Some nights when she would get home late at night I would be angry and upset, and I would try to confront her about it. She had a way of making it my fault for having an issue with it, and in the end I would be the one apologizing to her for bringing it up. She would make me promise that I would not do it again. I learned to just deal with it and accept it.

I continued cleaning and having things ready for her for the next day, and simply go to bed when she was out. That’s when I started getting rewards. I noticed that when I cleaned the house and went to bed, she would come home and fuck me. The build up was really intense, and I think this is how she started to train me. I would be sound asleep when she got home. She would come to the bedroom take her clothes off quietly, and get me hard and fucked me. This was very intense for me since I would go to sleep thinking of her being out and fucking other men, and next thing I know she wakes me up and starts to fuck me. On those nights that she would wake me up, I kept thinking about whom she fucked and that I was getting sloppy seconds. I did not tell her but it started to turn me on.

I know now that this was all her part of the plan. She wanted me to see her going out as a good thing. Every time she went out, and I cleaned the house, I would get sex. This started to turn me on a lot. I was insanely jealous and turned on by it all at the same time, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. After a few months she quit her job, and she stopped going out as much. I saw this as an opportunity to get this relationship back to how it was in the beginning, but it did not quite go that way. She was starting to get frustrated with me in the bedroom. Some times while we were having sex, she would just tell me to stop. She would just roll over, and not want to have sex. This became a huge concern of mine. She told me that I wasn’t concentrating enough on her, and that I would have to work on it a bit.

One day while we were having a huge argument she came out and told me I had a little dick, and that she had always faked orgasms with me. I was naturally offended and sought to protect myself. I told her she was lying, and that I had made her cum plenty of times when we were dating each other. She started to laugh at my response, and told me that she had faked and that I never made her cum. I felt extremely embarrassed and humiliated. I never had a woman say that to me, and I scrambled to protect my ego. I told her that I could take her to bed and prove it to her. She laughed and agreed to let me try. She positioned herself on the bed, and told me to go ahead and put it inside of her. I got on top of her and put it in her, and I started fucking her as hard as I could. She just laid there and laughed at me. I was devastated. How could this happen? I broke down, and started to cry. All my thoughts of her going out and cheating on me all came back to me, and I was helpless. All I knew was that I loved her, and I did not want to lose her. I did not even feel like I was even a real man. When Amanda saw how upset I became, she instantly became really sweet to me. She told me it was ok, and that we could work on it. Amanda can be the sweetest and most loving girl when she wants to be. She assured me that everything would be ok, and that I would just have to give in and let her take care of it.