Is this an AGP or truetrans fantasy - from the mind of a repper - Part 1/2"I imagine laying in our Queen mattress. I am tucked in with a book in hand. Some type of non-fiction work. I wear a silk peach night gown. I feel a bit relieved not wearing my bra underneath after a long day working as a lawyer. My husband, who's in construction management, is tinkering with the light in our hallway. Its 11:17 PM. The kids are trying to sleep. I tell him from my bed, to lay off and come to bed. He leaves his task frustrated, undresses in our bedroom flashing me a, "you meddling bitch" sort of look and slumps next to me. I keep my light on my bedside as I give a frustrated grunt to his sass. I feel his body tucked in beside me, his back turned as he forcefully tries to sleep - to spite me like a manchild he is. I feel a pang of worry at the thought that he's going to bed angry. I then close the book, flick my lamp off, I then caress his neck and whisper in his ear, "Honey, don't go to sleep mad." He turns to me in the darkness. My strands of hair tickles the head around his ear. I love feeling his rough skin on my soft skin. I love his piercing gaze at me. I just want to make him feel all right, not stressed, okay. Please baby, just feel okay, I think. I bite my lower lip as I caress his neck. I want him to choose me right now. I dig my manicured red nail into his neck. He doesn't get the hint. Or maybe he's fucking with me, I think. I then realize men aren't that socially intelligent. He turns back. I turn back. He didn't get the hint. We sleep.
>>43463093Part 2/2I get up 5:30, cook breakfast - I have off today since I'm in-house. I wear bathrobe with my hair all a cute mess with fur flip flops. I get the plates ready. My kids come down to eat. I stare them down tiredly, worrying about them every second. It eats me alive. I think of this as I wash the countertop. My husband comes down, "Good Mor -" He slips his hand under my bathrobe and slaps my ass HARD. He leans in and whispers in my ear, "Good Morning, Slut." My breath rattles. I can't contain myself. I bite my lower lip. I slowly feel the impact on my bare ass. He spanked me but I still feel it ringing on my ass - as if his pain on me is a never-ending curse. It feels red there. It feels hot. Fuck. He grovels his breakfast like a man. I sit by him with my ass stinging. I want to so desperately beg him to do it again. But that's to desperate, that's too distracting. He needs to go to work. I can't distract him. He needs to provide. He leaves. He's edging me and he knows it. As the kids leave and my man leaves, I lean against the kitchen countertop.I imagine all the things I wish he could just do to me. I finger myself. I let myself moan loudly. I want him to tie me like a pretzel. I want him to bend me over his lap and spank me hard. I want him to call me a bad mother, an uncaring cruel piece of shit who deserves a man's discipline. I want to be collared. I want to be known as his property. I cum looking at my wedding ring deep in my pussy. The ring looks tight on my finger as it gets splashed with my cum. "I am your dirty slut."
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>>43463096Part 3/2The day passes. I wait for him, patiently. My legs are crossed at the dining table where I last vowed to not distract him. I vividly imagine him coming home with a bundle of rope and tying each of my limbs to each of the legs of the table. He cleave gags me with his tie. He starts chopping onions and vegetables on the counter-top as I remain tied atop the table, sprawled for him. The knots are unbearably tight. I would moan hard. After he's done with the vegetables, he'd then circle around the table. He needs to cut the meat. He should slap it hard before he heats it up. He rips my clothes. I **was** wearing a blouse and some sweatpants. He rips it with his knife. I should be careful, but I trust the father of my children almost too much. He unbuckled his belt. I coo from my gag for it to be him unleashing his veiny cock to finally fucking ravage my pussy. But no. He wants to use the belt to hurt me. Even better. He folds the belt readying to whip my bare stomach. I twist and turn. I can't do anything. He asks me, "who's in charge." I chuckle a bit - so hot. I shake my head. I can only offer mumbles through my gag. I incomprehensible utter a gurgle of, "not me." He doesn't give a fuck. He whips me with his belt. He's preparing his meat. He needs to know if I I'm ready to be heated or not.
>>43463932Part 4/2I scream through my gag, "YES. YES. YES." He keeps whipping me. Please put me in the oven. I'm screaming that I'm ready, I'm good meat. But no, he keeps making my skin red, my nerves flare and my body quiver hard. I am just a piece of meat, anyway. He needs to be nourished. It was never about being cooked. Its about the pleasure of him cooking. Of him being in charge, no matter how shit of a piece of meat I am. And I love it. I love seeing the eyes of glee in him as he conquers me. But as much as he relishes in his domination over me, he has to put the chicken in the stove. He stops slapping the chicken. He starts the oven / he's about to ravage me. I moan so loud and try so hard to no involuntarily cum. He sees me wring in my restraints. He chuckles. He knows how needy I am, how much I fucking need this. Please. Fucking PLEASE.He comes up and sees me with my legs crossed at the dining table. He sighs. He nods to me. I raise my eyebrows with a smirk. He's tired. He grabs a beer. He goes to the couch. I continue staring off into the distance at this dining table full of unwashed dishes. I hear the soft noises of men screaming about other men tackling each other from the tube. I bring my fingertips down underneath - I stop myself. I whisper to myself, "control yourself, you whore."
>>43463947Part 5/2Its late again. I'm sleeping in my bed at night. I have a book in hand. I'm tucked in again. He walks in. He doesn't try to fix a doo-hickey. He just slumps next to me, tired. I keep reading my book. I feel a bit annoyed about this. He needs to fix the hallway light. I nudge him. He turns. I point to the hallway. He scoffs. He argues with me. Something about being hot and cold - he calls me confusing - "do I fix the light or not?" How can I fucking explain to him that its NOT a fucking straight line, not everything black and white and that no, I'm not going to "tell" you because you should already fucking know. Stupid man. I utter it actually. "Stupid." He doesn't like this. He then storms downstairs. He gets upstairs with his electrical tape and a bunch of wires. I look at him concerned with a sort of placating look. He grunts as he now tries to "quick-fix it." I get out of bed. I slowly saunter to the hallway. The kids are fast asleep. I whisper, "Honey ... please." He keeps slapping the hallway light together. I then begin to caress his shoulder. He twitches a bit. He turns. "Stop doing that," he says. I refuse. I keep caressing him. We lock eyes. He sees it in me. I don't nod to him to signal I need to be fucked. I want him to just fucking do it, just fucking make me your cocksleeve, fucking hell. He keeps staring back at me. He looks behind checking if the kids are awake. I internally think,"yes, yes. They're asleep." He turns to me. THEN, finally, he slowly brings his hand to back of my head. He plays with my hair. HE THEN GRABS MY HAIR, forcing my throat to his mouth. I shudder in his grasp. "Don't touch me, you bitch. When I'm working. Understood." I submissively nod even though my neck is wringed to him. He turns me and pins my wrists behind my back. His one hand clumps my two thin wrists in his grasp. I drop my knees facing away from him. My silk peach gown touches the floorboards covering my feet and knees.
>>43464036Part 6/2He grabs the electrical tape. "I need to fix my BITCH first." He tapes my wrists behind my back. He grabs my ankles. My dress gets tattered a bit. He beinds my ankles together as well. He places me on the floor with my back against the wall right by his legs. He looks down on me I look up at him. He's so strong, fuck. "You say a word, I'll put this tape over your mouth. Understood?" I nod heavily. I watch him like a child repair the switch. I look up watching him, but I drift away. I'm not a man. Let him do it, do I even understand how it works? No. I don't. I twist my toes. I try to push against my restraints. No use. Why would I, anyway want to free myself. I feel so safe. And very wet. I look up at him with, "fuck-me." eyes. He's too busy on his fucking wires and tape and fixing this damn house, building us a foundation, making me secure with real shit. None of my perverted sex shit. He's focused - so fucking focused fuck. I need his cock. I want his cock so badly. But he makes the rules. He decides if I need it. I burn. I feel a burning. I let out a moan as I remain his restrained damsel. He sees this. I beg, "please. please ..." I softly whisper. He looks down at me - he chuckles. I can't take it anymore. With my feet and wrists still restrained, I noodle over to his crotch - I bite his pant leg. I bring my mouth to his zipper. I try to un-zipper his pants with my mouth - he looks unphased as I try to pleasure him (which is just hotter). I try to pull it down with my mouth and fail. I turn and try and do it with my taped wrists. It fumble. He keeps doing the light as if I'm doing nothing down by his crotch. I grunt and moan in frustration and an added sense pleasure at my powerlessness. I finally unzip them and with my teeth gnash past his underwear. His cock.
>>43464090Part 7/2Finally. throw my mouth onto his cock without permission. I'm kneeling with the tape still binding me. My mouth envelops his dick. I look up at him. He doesn't look down. He's still fixing that damn switch. My toes curl. My fingers clench. I moan loudly - I don't give a fuck about the kids. I'm such a bad mother, fuck. I suck with desperation. I keep desperately looking up at him. He's still unphased focused on the light as I, the quivering female mess by his knees, keep having his erect cock gorge my mouth. All I taste is precum. He even fucking bends down and gets some tools to alter the switch as if I'M NOT HERE PLEASURING HIS DICK. THEN, he finishes the switch. He dusts himself. He looks down at me as I keep desperately suck. Then, he moves my shoulders and so my mouth his removed from his cock. He holds me back as I remain kneeling still taped and tied. My dress dirty with drool and floor dust. My mouth is wet with saliva and precum. I look up. The tape crinkles with my ankles still bound and wrists as well. He then bridal carries me and flings me on the bed. He closes the door softly. "I saved my cum for your pussy." I moan loudly. He still has a loose wire and electrical tape in hand. "Please - please fuck me. I've been fantasying about it all day!" He then comes to bed but he closes my legs (which I couldn't even up that much because of my bound ankles) and he shoves his erect cock down my throat. I look up to him. This should be in my hole, not my mouth! He looks down at me. "But I decided since you couldn't control yourself ... no ..." He grabs my hair again and stabs his cock further down my throat. My eyes widen. He shoots his load. "That's cum saved for a month." Fuck. The insides of my mouth are sprayed universally everywhere. Holding me down, he quickly removes his cock and slaps a piece of tape over my mouth. The cum remnants remain trapped there.
>>43464161Part 8/2I look up to him awaiting an answer. God what a bitch I am. He makes sure the tape on my mouth makes an ex. "That cum isn't entering your pussy. I saw you ... fingering yourself. I was by the window. Watching you. And just now, you unable to keep your mouth shut ... you dirty whore." I whimper. God, he's right. I'm a mother. I have kids. I'm so sorry. But I can't even say it. I can't even comfort him. I can't even apologize. My priviledge to speak has been revoked. Rightfully so. Rightfully fucking so. My need to be fucked and dominated took over every other responsibility. This is a fate I deserve. "Very, very bad." I bite my cum-covered tongue. Don't moan. Do not moan. He then flips me face down on the bed. With the wire he has left, he hogties me. My fingertips graze the bottom of my sole. Fuck. This is tight. I turn to him. He's closed all the lamps. I so badly want to react, to fight back, to grunt, to say, "stupid man." ... but no. I know I deserve this. I take my punishment. He closes the lights. He slumps in bed. I don't know what's worse: be given a sliver and get edged or getting nothing and watching from the outside? At least I gave my man head. At least I got trussed. At least I got degraded. I rub my pussy on the sheet softly. I try not to whimper. I need a dick, fuck. He snores. The lights are out. I'm tied like a pretzel. His cum swishes in my mouth. I slowly doze off to sleep.I wake up. I'm untied. My man is brushing his teeth. I'm in my bed - as if nothing happened. I see the side of the bed. My dress is cleaned. My pant-suit is ready and ironed. My man comes by me and smiles. He kisses me on the forehead. I smile back, "Hey sexy." He nods. I shower and change. He prepares breakfast this morning. I tend to the kids. The school bus picks up our kids. I drive the car to work with my husband carpooling. I drop off my husband. I continue on with my life."
This is so fucking stupid lmaooo
Yes you're agp, but agp isn't faketrans unless you have zero dysphoria and like being a guy too
