I look for ways to lead my wife into adding more value to my life. This example alone doesn’t mean shit. This is simply a single observation.

For the record, a year ago I was getting passionless dread sex. Now I never get it.

Before we get started: Now what the fuck does all this mean? I had to rewrite this fucking post because of the autists here that didn’t seem to get it. So let me spell it out for you: If you want your woman to add value to your life, you must give her ways to do so THROUGH YOUR LEADERSHIP. You must give her side-missions that support your mission. I need to gain weight. Meatballs have protein. Plain spaghetti doesn’t. Thanks, wife.

Before you autists jump in.... The meatballs are clearly not the point of this fucking story. JFC.

I thought of this story because my wife came up to me tonight and said, “Hey Horns, I’m making meatballs for dinner tonight, again.” With a kiss on the cheek and a bicep grab. So here we go, this all happened about a week ago.

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It has been a long day of running around and getting shit done by everyone, and my wife approached me asking if it was OK if she just made spaghetti for dinner. I sensed approval seeking in her voice. Frankly, boring spaghetti sucks. It was a long day, afterall, and I knew that my wife was tired. Instead, I decided to test her. “Do you think you could make meatballs sometime with spaghetti?”

I decided a while back my wife added value by preparing good meals. My wife has never made meatballs before.

“Oh, I don’t know Horns. It’s late, I still have to go to the grocery store, but if you want to… can you look up a recipe and maybe I’ll try to make it?”

I didn’t catch the compliance test in that statement at first. She was testing me back with my compliance test with a test of her own. Sly little girl. After fumbling through cookbooks for about 5 minutes, I caught it. Stopped. Fuck. I need to recover.

I told her: “Oh, it’s ok. If you want to make them some other time, you should find the recipe. I’ll trust you on this one. I have to go take care of some things.”

Why did I say this? By trusting her to complete this task (her task) I implied that this was her opportunity to bring value to the relationship. Either she would do it herself or not. DNGAF. She can choose to add value or not.

Dinner time came and the most predictable thing happened – she had found a recipe herself and was prepping meatballs to be baked in the oven. Dinner came and they were fantastic! Perfect I might say. I even went for seconds. I’m now hearing the following statements during dinner:

  • “These weren’t so hard to make, it was really quick!”
  • “They turned out pretty well didn’t they?”
  • “I’m so glad they are moist and not hard like rocks!”

Why all these statements? She was seeking my approval. Trying to figure out if she was good enough and it made me happy. I did not satisfy her desire during dinner, because I realized long ago that dishing out praise when warranted is a double-edged sword. Too much praise, and your approval is too easy to obtain. Too little praise, and you risk her feeling worthless.

The feminine grows through praise.

It left her hamster in suspense of “Did I do well enough?”. Take too long and she will test. I’ve discovered this through thousands of failures and successes of tests. Like most faggots that "get it" 'round these parts… it comes second nature now.

Later that night we went to bed. Before I could even initiate (those meatballs were damn good and I was proud of her)… her hand was already on my cock. Damn, this woman is STILL seeking my approval but now with comfort. If you’ve read anything I’ve written in the last year, you know that I’ve managed to build this comfort approach with my wife where she now associates sexual desire with comfort. That riled me up into a very heavy initiation of my own.

I flipped her over on her belly and forced her down onto the bed. I grabbed her by the arms just above her elbows in the perfect squatting position , pinning her upper back against my chest and pulled her back to her knees. I entered her from behind, holding her arms behind her with my hands tightly and fucked her on her knees. Hard. Fast. Her back was overextended (not good for squatting but her tits were out and looked great facing the mirror across the room). As I fucked her from behind, she came quickly, and I shortly thereafter. We both collapsed in the puddle of juices she had dripped onto the sheets below us.

I threw her on her side of the bed onto her back and she collapsed trying to catch her breath. In a sheepish voice she said, “Oh my god, Horns. That’s exactly what I needed.”

Of course you did, sweetheart. I know.

She finally had the approval and validation of a man of value that she had added value to. I smiled. Her praise was complete, and she was happy. I was happy too. The cycle of mutual gifting was complete. I turned my body over on top of her and ran my fingers along her the sides of her face slowly. She quivered and sighed. Her legs were still shaking. I watched her eyes close, and then open again and she stared into mine. I felt the connection. She felt it too. She started to say something, but I pressed my finger against her lips and said a quiet “Shhhh” to her.

“What?” she said, my finger pressed against her lips still.

I looked into her deeply and said: “Thanks for the meatballs, babe.”

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CONCLUSION

You must give your woman opportunities to succeed in small ways everyday, or she will become bored with you and just go back to what she knows. What have you taught her? In my case before all this realization, this usually manifested itself in my woman furiously cleaning. Or giving me passionless dread sex. Or doing more laundry unnecessarily. Your woman will only add value in ways that you’ve taught her to.

What I attempted to do here was lead my wife to a new recipe, a new way to provide a small amount of value to my life so that she remembers that. And guess what? It works, faggots. If you give your wife 100 different ways to do small things, you might forget about them – but I assure you that if you reward her, then the next time her hamster goes wild trying to figure out how she’s going to keep a high value man, she may remember that time she made you meatballs and she was handsomely rewarded. She learned that made you happy, it in turn made her happy, and she benefited in the end as well. It’s all about her feelz in the end.

This is also an example of creating the rollercoaster of feelz.

Remember – women are generally defined by solipsism. They can only really see into themselves and their benefits subconsciously. If you reward good behavior and praise these things you enjoy, this will grow her femininity in ways that YOU can control and manage… and lead.

So lead, motherfuckers. Quit expecting your wives to read your mind. That’s a covert contract. Just man the fuck up and tell her what you want. And don’t be like me and miss the compliance test she’ll inevitably throw right back at you as a last ditch effort to test if you’re a man worth putting effort into.

Do you want some practicality to this post, you autistic faggots? Lead your wife by telling her exactly how you want her to suck your cock. Praise her every time she tries to do what you tell her to. Feed her ego. Praise, praise, praise. Before long you’ll have a woman that not only knows how to suck dick well, but she’ll also know how to suck your dick exactly the way you like it! Want to blow a load on her face? Tell her how hot it is. Tell her how you love to see it. Tell her to spit on it. "Oh god, you are so hot. Spit on it MORE." Praise the things you want even when they aren't praiseworthy. Praise, praise, praise.

Strength, motherfuckers.