Well, You Did Marry a Sub

“Ohmygod! I never even realized! How did I not even see it? Ugh, you must have been giving me hints for years! Ohmygod! You’re the most important person to me, and I wasn’t even paying attention. I must be so so stupid..."

You hurriedly assured her that she wasn’t stupid. That you’d been doing your best to hide it from her because you didn’t want her to think you were weak. You liked the fact that she thought of you as her protector. You kept giving her more and more reassurances, knowing full well that her emotions often turned negatively inward towards herself. You were the only one who could calm her down when they did.

“Darling…you don’t have to be ashamed about telling me that sort of thing. I love you just the way you! You’re…you’re perfect. You’ll always be my knight in shining armor.”

“I mean, hehe, you know about all the really naughty stuff that I like too. Is being into, uh, {if Male= true}cuck{endif}{if Female = true}cuckquean{endif} stuff really that much more embarrassing the…well, any of the really naughty stuff I’m into?”

With a long sigh, she stretched forward. Her hands reached across the table to you. You reached back, taking them in yours too. It was enough to slow the frantic beating of your heart. She really didn’t think {if Male = true}think you were less of a man{endif}{if Female = true}less of you{endif}! It was like a thousand pounds had been taken from your shoulders.