Sometimes I wonder what people would think if they knew how much I need to be on my knees for my wife. Not in prayer. In worship. The times I've had to beg for her forgiveness are the most honest moments of my life, my face pressed against the floor, sobbing, telling her every filthy detail of what I've done. I get so hard remembering the taste of my own cum on her fingers after she made me clean it up. She owns me completely, and the deepest truth is I fucking love it. My greatest fear is her indifference. My greatest need is her humiliation. It's the only thing that makes me feel clean.