The Ring
Ever since we met, my wife has controlled me like a marionette. You’ve heard of being led about by the nose? Deena has led me about by the p***s so expertly it’s become much more than just a running joke. It’s the defining idiom for our extremely unequal marriage.
By withholding or lavishing her ‘special’ s****l attentions, this Machiavellian manipulator could always get whatever she wished from me. Eventually she decided to make this metaphor manifest. She insisted I get a ring piercing the head of that meager manhood.
She wanted to literally lead me around on a leash, among other things so kinky she couldn’t bear to reveal them prematurely. I wasn’t about to argue. I’ve never even considered wanting anyone but this rangy, bosomy Latina diva. No one could arouse me like Deena
