Dear Husband,

We have not even been married a year yet. In the last few months, I have learned from others that in the years before we met, you wasted many girls’ time by going out with them and raising their expectations but never being able to satisfy them.

At first, I gave you time and trusted in you because you courted me with such passion and sincerity. I loved you more than enough to marry you. I wanted to believe that your confidence and ability in bed would improve as you said they would once we were properly married. Still, now I have learned that, without any doubt, you are simply incapable of satisfying me sexually. This has caused me to completely re-assess our marriage and our relationship.

Having discussed this with my mum, my sister, and several friends, I have also taken legal advice. If you would like to know how things will be between us in the future, please read on to the end of this letter. If you are too frightened to face what will happen to you if you remain my husband, just sign the following statement of annulment, which I am advised will satisfy both the church and the law:

‘I,………………………………………., confirm that I am sexually impotent and have never penetrated my wife sexually. I acknowledge that this statement has the effect of rendering my marriage null and void as if my wife and I had never been married.’

If you are still reading, you need to know the following:

The truth is that you have a small dick, when any girl wants a bigger dick than yours. Some men may be able to compensate for this in other ways, but you cannot.

You can’t get your dick hard, even though it’s so small. Certainly, getting it right shouldn’t require much effort. It’s not like it needs a lot of blood in that tiny clit.

On the rare occasions you are capable of getting some sort of an erection, you make a mess by squirting your stuff all over the place or in your underwear- premature ejaculation, as the psychiatrists and medical experts say.

You peep up girls’ skirts all the time. Yes, I do notice you doing this: on trains, on escalators, sitting on steps in town during lunch hour, lying in parks. You ogle girls in the street in a completely obvious way. You flirt openly with waitresses in front of me, as if you’re capable of satisfying a girl. Still, you aren’t capable, so you shouldn’t waste your time. Next time you flirt with a waitress or anyone else, be sure that I will tell her something like, ‘He’s impotent, you know, and he wears girls’ panties.”

You waste hours every week looking at porn. And, just so you know, I worked out your password ages ago, so I know exactly what you look at.

If you’re still reading this, you should be blushing by now. And, as your wife, at least at the moment, I forbid you to change your password without telling me the new one.

You prefer to wear girls’ underwear, panties every day, and even a bra sometimes. You like wearing a nightie in bed and walking around the house in a dress.

Well, I like doing all those things too, but I’m a girl, so it’s natural. If you do it, it’s ‘unnatural perversion,’ my lawyer says. In fact, we could get divorced even more quickly one day if you would sign a letter listing your insatiable desire for all the perverted practices pictured and written about on the websites you visit all the time. This is not the time to write down a list, but it would be a long one.

You say you love doing the housework for me, which, although convenient, I find rather unmanly of you (that adjective describes you well, in fact). However, you don’t clean the house regularly enough or thoroughly enough. We will correct that.

After much reflection, I have come to the conclusion that you are simply a failure as a husband, and what’s more, the only way you can please any girl at all is with your house-cleaning work, so make sure you get absolutely perfect at that because you will be spending long hours doing it.

To assist you with this, I will arrange for you to enroll in a three-week, full-time residential hotel chambermaid and cleaning maid training course, which will occupy most of your summer holiday this year. However, it will be worth it for our marriage to be happy.

You’re fine to wear girls’ clothes, by the way; they will have a maid’s cleaning uniform ready in your size, I’ve checked. Black with a white tea apron, the traditional attire. You will love it, and don’t worry, the organizers tell me there are usually a few men on each course. However, very few cross-dressers, so I hope whichever guy you’re sharing a room with is open-minded about your nighties. Your panties hanging up to dry on the shower rail and so on; remember to clean your panties every day.

So, dear husband, from today onwards, cleaning my house is the nearest you will ever get to sex with me, so make sure you do it well and satisfy me that way because you will never be allowed to touch my pussy again or see it for that matter.

Instead, I will whip you to remind you that a whipping is the only thing you deserve as punishment for your failings as a husband and also by way of payback from me and all the other girls you have led but failed to satisfy.

You will also be severely reprimanded if I find fault with your cleaning duties or any other aspect of your responsibilities as a husband.

In public and with our friends, you will behave as everybody would expect a devoted husband to behave. You will be polite and courteous, open doors for me, and do everything in public that a perfect husband would do.

You will receive no sexual satisfaction from me or any other girl, so learn that henceforth, the pain of a whip wielded by a woman is what you get instead of sex.

Learn to enjoy the pain. Learn to enjoy the surrender of submitting to me. Learn that your place is to be subservient, to serve a woman’s household needs since you cannot serve your physical needs.

When you have completed your cleaning duties, beg me to whip you, beg me on your knees to hurt you because the alternative when you have finished your work is to be ignored and sent home.

Beg to do more household duties, beg to clean for me because that is the only way you will get near a female.

You will never have a girlfriend. You will only have one boss, your wife. Your purpose in life will be to be my domestic servant, my housemaid, my lady’s maid, and to be whipped.

Other men get sex, and you will get whippings.

I never want to see your tiny dick again. It must stay inside your panties. Masturbation is prohibited. I want your dick to shrink smaller and smaller over time from lack of use until, hopefully, it atrophies completely.

Forget about sex. Think only about pleasing me with your cleaning work, and consider being disciplined. Fear it, but perhaps one day, you will love it.

For you, cleaning will be like foreplay. Knowing you will clean a girl’s house is the only way a girl will be interested enough in you to even communicate with you, let alone bother to whip you. I expect to clean my friends’ houses as well, when needed. I will send a whip along with you. They will know what to do.

That is how it will be between us.

Whipping is the nearest you will ever get to an orgasm, so make sure you learn to enjoy the pain. The pain will be your climax. Your screams of pain will replace orgasmic sounds. The cut of my whip into your skin will replace the squirting of your sperm. Your trembling terror will replace the waves of orgasm a luckier husband might experience.

If you’ve read this far, I have prepared a letter for you to sign; it reads as follows:

‘I,………………………………………, hereby consent to my wife having sex with any man or any woman she wants and to my wife refusing me any sexual satisfaction whatsoever.

And I hereby agree never to request or expect sexual satisfaction from my wife again. I promise to work in domestic servitude for my wife forever.’

Husband, I expect your response by 8.00 am tomorrow. It’s going to be either a long marriage on my terms or a very short one. Which is it to be? Tell me. Beg me.

 

The End.

 

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