Impotence, and a small size led me to where I am today as my wife's cuckold. "...Yes master," I said as I looked down at my shriveled up, and weak... and " Rose was a strong woman that kept me on my toes. To even get her to show me the key that was around her neck, I would have to perform various acts that would either make her happy, or humiliate myself for her amusement. It wasn't a and "typical and " marriage by any means, but it was still a bond that her and I shared. I love my wife, but she claims that I'm not good for much other than cleaning up the mess left behind by the many alpha males that she prefers to date in lieu of me. I was always trying to get her attention, and to prove to her that I was worthy of praise. It became harder to do as I continued to step up my game, and expand the activities that I was willing to do.