The Loser Husband

Description: You wear the ring. you call yourself a husband. i call you my loser. kneel for me. let your hand obey the sound of my voice. you think you’re private; you’re not. every tremble, every desperate stroke. i see it, i taste it, i own it. i watch you shrink and it lights something hungry inside me. the smaller you get, the bigger i feel. you pay when i tell you to. you beg when i mock you. you lick my boots after i kiss you, because you love the shame more than you hate it. say your gratitude. whisper my name. know your place: beneath my feet, on my leash, perfectly broken for me. this is your life now, my husband, my loser, and utterly mine.