Park - A Keyholders Diary: The Story of My Female Led Relationship

This isn't one of your Disney love stories. We all grow up with visions of a beautiful wedding, the white dress, the honeymoon, the romance and the first kiss. Every little girl wants her prince charming to sweep her off her feet, and to treat her like a princess. And indeed, every little girl deserves this. I believe I have achieved my dream, though the path I took to get here has been a bit unconventional. I am in a happy and loving marriage, and I owe this to my husband's acceptance of me as the dominant member of the couple.

Relationships are about communication. What is it that men want? The wedding, the cake, the beautiful bedspread with flower petals and candles? Unfortunately, men's fantasies usually involve something far more salacious, perhaps the polar opposite from the innocent female expectation of a happy marriage. The truth is, thanks to the internet, men's minds have been poisoned by pornography. They seek instant gratification from all manner of disgusting and unreal sex acts. In the same way that real family life isn't portrayed in sitcoms, pornography doesn't represent any kind of normal human sexuality.

My husband has always told me I have big balls. I am an amateur comedian, and I'm not afraid of profanity and satire, when used in the proper context. Although I know how to use my femininity, I'm kind of a tomboy. When we were first dating, I would always tease my husband in bed, as a form of foreplay, because laughter and orgasms are on the same wave-length. I am pretty good at reading an audience, and I was shocked to see that my jokes weren't landing, at least not as I intended.

No sex tonight, honey, I would say. I already got plowed today at work, and I'm too sore for another round. Or, I would text him:

Pick me up some panty-liners on your way homeboss forgot lube today, and I'm spotting. I was just trying to razz him, but to my surprise he liked it. He really liked it. I began to tease him more.

As I later discovered, my husband is a cuckold, that is, a man who gets off on knowing his wife cheats on him. This might come as a shock to many who are married or in a committed relationship, but cuckoldry is a fairly common fantasy and practice. Men can be real perverts.

My husband and I lay in bed one night after a long week when both of us had been busy with our jobs and had hardly seen each other at all. It had been I don't know how long since we had had sex. According to the normal script of a happy relationship, we should have started some foreplay, done it, and been asleep in twenty minutes. But I had a trick up my sleeve. I told him I didn't want to have sex tonight. Or ever.

I told him the truththat I had looked at the internet history on his computer. And I had found his secret obsession with porn related to female domination. Of course, I had always sensed that something was amiss, that he enjoyed my jokes a little too much. But after catching him red handed, I could prove it. He had been searching for pornography involving a husband watching his wife get fucked by another man. Surprisingly, he also seemed to like gay porn. Of course he admitted to watching it, but he said it was just something he found when he was bored, and he wasn't really into it. But after I told him I thought it was hot, too, his face changed.

I had done some research of my own on the internet. Most people learn the word cuckold from Shakespeare, where it means a man whose wife is cheating on him, and he doesn't know it. No one seems to know where the image comes from, but a cuckold has deer antlers on his head, and everyone can see it except him. In modern times the cuckold fetish is a little different. Men not only desire their wives to cheat on them, but they want to watch and even participate in the humiliation. There are two distinct elements: not only does the wife get to sleep with a hotter, more masculine man, but the cuckold must be denied sex and emasculated. In these scenarios, the wife is elevated to the status of hotwife , her lover is the bull , and the husband is lowered to the level of a diminutive cuck .

So, on the first night of our new lives, I decided to indulge myself. Hubby was allowed to go down on me, which I genuinely enjoy, and in exchange, I would let him have his fantasy, too. He was going to be my cuck from now on. His life was going to revolve around me. It was a life of servitude and humility, a softening of his shy, cold male persona into my submissive and obedient plaything. From this point forward, our marriage was different, and, in nearly every way, better.