This isn’t a fantasy, it’s me telling you exactly what I did to her.
I made your wife kneel before me, powerless and ashamed. My feet were the first thing she had to worship — sniffing, licking, and degrading herself while I laughed. I told her how pathetic she looked, on her knees for me, and she obeyed every humiliating command.
But I didn’t stop there. I strapped on and showed her what real power feels like. Every thrust was punishment, every moan from her was another reminder that she could never compare to me. While I used her, I pressed my feet against her face, rubbing on her, crushing her pride under my soles.
I insulted her, mocked her, and broke her down in front of me. I counted every second of her humiliation, and she couldn’t hide how weak she was. I told her she’d never be enough — not for me, not for you, not for anyone.
And now I’m telling you, because you deserve to know the truth: your wife is nothing. She was humiliated, destroyed, and left broken
