She chose to give me control. Heck, I didn't want it at first. I wasn't even into this stuff before she came along. She said she trusted me. But little by little I realized she is trying to get it back. Somewhere along the line I blew it, but I am about to regain it. She is prancing around here, enjoying the fact she went out with the girls and saw a 'boy toy' - her words - to play with. She wanted him, she had him. Well - nope. Isn’t going to happen unless I say it is okay. And, it just isn't okay.

"Slut, get your ass in here," I yell. Nothing. "Slut!" Still nothing. I walk through the door and she is sitting there reading a book. She looks at me over her glasses and says, "I told you I hate being called a slut." I grab her by...

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