EPISODE 1: “The First Rule”
She doesn’t just wear the crown. She makes me crawl for it.
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t beg.
She just stood there — robe open, eyes locked on mine, dripping power.
In one hand, a glass of wine.
In the other…
A steel cage.
“On your knees,” she said.
“Time to stop pretending you’re a man in this marriage.”
I dropped.
Because that’s what good cucks do.
Because when a woman radiates power like this, resistance isn’t masculine…
It’s pathetic.
She tossed the cage to me.
“You’ll wear this. Always.
No touching. No stroking. No cumming.
That cock’s mine now — and I’ll decide if it ever gets used again.”
And just like that, click.
Freedom? Gone.
Ego? Crushed.
Desire? Multiplied.
She leaned down, lips to my ear:
“From now on… I get fucked. You get denied.”
“I get filled. You get forgotten.”
“I moan. You watch.”
I looked up at her, leaking through the cage.
My Queen. My torment. My obsession.
And all I could say was…
“Thank you.”
That night, she slept with a smile.
I stayed hard. Caged. Aching.
And I knew…
This was just the beginning.
She owns the nights.
I suffer with love.
And that’s how every real marriage should begin.
She doesn’t just wear the crown. She makes me crawl for it.
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t beg.
She just stood there — robe open, eyes locked on mine, dripping power.
In one hand, a glass of wine.
In the other…
A steel cage.
“On your knees,” she said.
“Time to stop pretending you’re a man in this marriage.”
I dropped.
Because that’s what good cucks do.
Because when a woman radiates power like this, resistance isn’t masculine…
It’s pathetic.
She tossed the cage to me.
“You’ll wear this. Always.
No touching. No stroking. No cumming.
That cock’s mine now — and I’ll decide if it ever gets used again.”
And just like that, click.
Freedom? Gone.
Ego? Crushed.
Desire? Multiplied.
She leaned down, lips to my ear:
“From now on… I get fucked. You get denied.”
“I get filled. You get forgotten.”
“I moan. You watch.”
I looked up at her, leaking through the cage.
My Queen. My torment. My obsession.
And all I could say was…
“Thank you.”
That night, she slept with a smile.
I stayed hard. Caged. Aching.
And I knew…
This was just the beginning.
She owns the nights.
I suffer with love.
And that’s how every real marriage should begin.