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[Mark Celibate]

OYS #35

MRP journey is 11.5 months now.
37 yo, 6’0, 162lbs, 9.5% BF, married 4, together 7, kids 2 & 12
This week’s TLDR; Unsatisfied with the quality of sex from my wife. She s me anytime I want. It’s never starfish, but it’s not what she’s capable of. She will deny me occasionally at the most powerful times (before business trips) as a power struggle. That ended this week forever.
My is back, but she’s tier than before if I even thought that was possible. Operation: Find the Hamster Maze Exit was FINALLY successful.
I traveled early in the week. I told my wife I would be extremely busy this trip working late. She sent me on the trip with full balls. There is a history of this and it will be the last time it ever happens.
Light texts Day #1. Then I sent a goodnight text at 10pm. No response. Wake up to her hamster of “ you for not making your wife a priority in your life” texts. Ignore. No other texts that day. I tried to call and talk to the kids that night (day #2). She ignored them, twice. Holding my kids away from me as punishment. I ghosted her ass rest of the trip.
I return day #3 home happy as . I’m happier than normal, wife is y. I tell her I’m taking the kids out for a icecream and for her to get some time alone (play the nice card). We come back an hour later and then the epic tests begin.
Her hamster went crazy as expected for sending me away with full balls. “I have no idea what you’re doing!” was met negative inquiry. She tries her normal nuke of “I’m leaving”. I say OK. Mindset is “oh well IDGAF”. She backtracks to she is “maybe leaving” and I’m seeing the in her attempt at frame. Backtracks to “I’m moving my to the other room”. Finally, I manage to thread the needle with providing some brief comfort and the oak and she is much better. Hysterical crying sobbing mess, but better. I go to bed, she follows me in. I don’t touch her.
I decide it's now time to end the STFU. I have solid frame and have been training for this. It’s time to change this dynamic forever. Here’s your chance, HornsOfApathy, to break these ty cycles and ing MAN UP with your masculine emotions and direction. No more STFU when I have something to say. No initiations. No sex until she comes to me. It’s her turn to chase me. I am the prize.
Thur/Fri/Sat I didn’t touch her at all. Friday she is following me around all day. By this time her mood has shifted to happy/lonely. I take some time in the afternoon to do some shopping with her, we have a great time. I’m gaming her all day without any overt sexual stuff, bedtime comes, she puts on some lingerie IN FRONT OF ME and she snuggles up on my chest expecting me to initiate. I don’t initiate and get up after 20 min because she is falling asleep. She wakes up and is pouty. “Can’t sleep, babe. Going to read”. She had the first shot at my .
I knew Saturday was going to be the day. If you ers ever want to know the perfect dual mating strategy venue to game – go to a baby shower. Holy. . The number of women wanting to like crazy there is unbelievable. I'm decent at day-game. I knew that going to this event with the wife was the final opportunity for her to see how much value I hold. Wife already wants another kid, which requires sex, which requires me. But so did every other woman there in their 30s. It was like walking into a ing meat market and I was the meat. All of my wife’s highschool friends were there and they haven’t seen me in about a year. I’m ripped compared to before, and they made sure she knew it. I got many compliments and had a ton of them flirting with me both away and in front of the wife. I was just being fun.
I was also aware of one friend of hers that she has a long history with and she is intimidated by. My wife is NEVER intimidated by other women (unless they want her husband I figured out) because she is 6’0”, 120-135# normally, looks and dresses like a fashion model and used to do runway modeling. But she did hit the wall. HB9 in her young 20’s. HB7 now tops. This friend of hers? HB9 dressed in a flowing orange Ralph Lauren dress, a diamond just as big as my wife’s, and beautiful long feminine blonde hair.
So what do I do? I walk right up to HB9 chick and just start talking. I DNGAF lightly gaming. Her husband is there and comes to mate-guard. I can see the code in the matrix. Bigger than me by 40lbs. Obviously spent time in the gym. He’s trying but his game is compared to mine, and I managed to establish AMOG with AA & AM skills and next thing I know he’s left the group with his tail tucked. His wife stays. He’s been outplayed. His wife naturally responds to the AMOG (me). My wife sees. I have plausible deniability. is going down, ers.
BOOM! It hit me. THIS is why we learn game. I never really thought it was important to my relationship until now. I used it indirectly and covertly on my wife. My value is soaring. I’m sure her hamster was in ing overdrive by now. Was I just being nice, or was I flirting? Afterwards I provide some mild comfort, “That girl was a piece of work just like you said, babe.”
Get home. At this point it’s been 6 days since I touched her. Get to bed. She initiates hard and I take control when I’m satisfied she’s wanting my – and I ed her harder than I ever ed before. I’m tossing her around so much she tells me I’m getting a little too rough. I DNGAF. her harder. I throw her into cowgirl and say “ Me.” She rides me like she never has before, bucking up and down all over my . I’m worried my is going to break in half. Flip her over on the bed and since I don’t masturbate anymore she gets a facial that been a week in the making. is everywhere. The pillows, her s, mouth, face, hair, the sheets…. And with such velocity I could have hit the ceiling with this load. Just when she thinks it’s done… I for a 2nd time in 30 seconds into her little mouth as her eyes grow wider and wider. In the afterglow I tell her, “Things are going to change around here.”
I ramp up the passionate cuddles and aftercare, almost overdoing it to get the message across. Cuddles aren’t free.
Next day she is upset and she hamsters saying she tried to cuddle with me earlier and I turned her down and that she knows I’ve always wanted that in the past. “Cuddles aren’t free, babe” was my response. She was dumbfounded. And then… it happened….
“So you’re just using me for sex!”
“No, I’m not using you. But I will be having more mutually enjoyable sex. This is nothing new and has always been my goal. I have told you before that I will have a fulfilling sex life.”
It clicked. She finally knew I was capable and willing to get what I want with or without her. She also knows to get what she wants she’s going to with enthusiasm as my . Conversation over. She’s crying hard. I give comfort.
Sunday night was the best sex we’ve ever had. Open mouth kissing again. My favorite was when I asked her: Who’s pussy is this? She exclaims: “It’s your pussy, HornsOfApathy!!!” Good girl. I stopped ing her, grabbed the vibe, stuck my back in there and watched her legs shake violently and as her back arched so far I thought her shoulders would touch her ass. Commanded her to . Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she came so hard. I pumped a load in MY pussy and her body went limp
This morning she’s talking of getting Brazilian waxed, something she did 5+ years ago but stopped. “That’d be nice babe, but some more is coming back on the menu if you do that.” She giddily said OK. Actions over words though.
I know exactly what to do next time she gets out of line.
In the 6 days I didn’t touch her it broke something in me. I finally was able to move over a large mental hurdle that I had. I am prize, and I am a gift to her.
The woman I married is a total submissive and loves being a and submitting to me. This week I introduce a D/s conversation and exploration. For her anxious mind I believe this will be the best arrangement moving forward for our relationship so we can both have our needs met.

[Mark Celibate]

OYS #2

I think I may have cracked the code after all.

Wife hasn't given me sex in almost two weeks. My current lifts are:

Bench: 980 x 10, Squat: 1400 x 12, Deadlift: 22510 x 35

I've grown to 6'4 since reading Dread, The Book of Pook, Rollo Tiamasi, The Seven Wise bags and now sitting at .0000009% bodyfat and smashing PRs left and right. Could probably drop an order of magnitude (Im thinking another 10^-2) of BF percentage. Penis size only 15 inches in length and 10 in girth. I know those are small but looking to improve.

I won both Classic and Open at Mr. Olympia, and ed Chris Bumstead's wife after AMOGing him in a group of 6 alpha males. My wife negg'ed me hard saying that while winning Classic and Open may be impressive, she reminded me I did not win Mr. Arnold seven years ago, so another month without sex and threatened divorce again.

Business wise I am doing ok. Started five crypto companies this morning each profiting over $100 billion, net worth has increase from 13 figures to 15 figures (goal was 18 figures by 9 a.m.) so I failed hard. Going monk mode, God mode, hard mode, and cold shower mode everyday until this is resolved. Extending my morning routine from 4 hours to 6 hours.

FRAME: I took the wife on a 15 country , 90 day vacation from the Maldives, Dubai, and everywhere in between. While stopping in the Maldives I decided to purchase the entire island myself with my winnings on my latest tech stock investments. Needless to say wife was not impressed. This was a classic Bernoulli/Richatti eigenvector transform multivariable sh!t test. I popped out my laptop, ran 1000 simulations in Matlab and Latex, invented an AI app on the fly, and used Euler's discrete topological stoichiastic prediction analysis machine learning algorithm to predict her body language 10 seconds in advance. She barely cracked a smile for the first time in 7 months, and the HB9 filipino flight attendant winked at me before boarding the plane back. Speaking of the flight, the flight was delayed inevitably for no particular reason. The airline pilot approached my wife, winked at her, and said "Oh, dont you worry I can give YOU a ride."

I initially panicked until I applied oak game, then dread game, then AMOG game in that particular order. I grabbed the kids and my wife, snapped my finger, and teleported back to my cliffside oceansidemansion that simultaneously looks over all of Los Angeles and Omaha Nebraska. Finally, I was the alpha of the house. Or was I? F*CK I'm not even sure anymore. I think Im DEERing again, or dancing like a monkey again, or ...sh!t I need to read all the sidebar again atleast five times over.

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