Things have been kinda slow. Her work, my work, family stuff, sickness—just one thing after another. Not a lot of adult time. I mean, the foundation is always there—my responsibilities at home, her financial control—but the fun stuff? Few and far between. Hell, I think the last challenge (which I’m way behind on writing up) was back in November.
But this weekend? Things changed.
Friday started with Annie telling me to report for inspection. I thought she was joking at first, but nope—dead serious. Inspection means I stand there, naked, while she examines my body. Now, neither of us are exactly fitness models, so this isn’t about aesthetics—it’s about control. Though she did make a comment on the progress I’ve been making with my diet and exercise, so I’ll take that win.
Then things got more intense. Bending over, positioning myself however she wanted. And yeah—full anal exam. It had been a while, but she took her time, worked up to it, and eventually? Whole damn fist. I was honestly relieved I could take it.
And let me tell you—having someone who loves you with their fist inside you like that? It’s an extreme feeling. Every tiny movement sent shockwaves through me. Pure intensity.
This will be a goal for my group this year: that all husbands take Katie’s fist and forearm (her’s are the smallest of the group) by Halloween, then a steady progression – lady-by-lady – up to Rita (at 5′ 10″, she’s the largest), perhaps by New Years 2026.