Chapter 2: Building Tension
Now the family had left, it was time to pray and worship. She deftly cleaned the porcelain manhood before heading upstairs to set it back in its place in her little place of worship. It stood at the perfect height such that she could kneel on her prayer pillow and suck on it for long periods of time. Behind it was a beautiful white painted wooden shrine with a mirror just behind her porcelain beauty. It allowed her to watch as she worshipped and pray such that she could always see her own devotion.
She kneeled down and began to worship with her mouth.
Her lips wrapped around the tip, and she savored the taste of porcelain as she began to move her head up and down. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment as she lost herself in the rhythm of her actions. This was her time, her chance to connect with something greater than herself, and she cherished every moment spent in communion with her porcelain masterpiece.
The soft sounds of her breathing filled the room, mingling with the gentle creaking of the floorboards overhead.
Mary was lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the porcelain cock that loomed before her. It was a thing of beauty, its curves and contours perfectly captured in the smooth ceramic material. She reached out to touch it, tracing her fingers along its length before cupping the base in her hand. She could feel a deep attraction to its power and strength. Simultaneously, she felt an emptiness inside grow, a hunger that needed to be filled.
As she did so, she whispered a silent prayer of thanksgiving to her husband for giving her this wonderful gift. It was a testament to their united appreciation for the divine's trust in masculine power. She continued sucking on its shaft, thinking about the Patriarchy.
How it kept women in check, ensuring they knew their place. It brought order to her life, and she felt safe under its protection. As her worship came to an end, she thanked it for its wisdom and guidance and for the strength to carry onward.
She got up and prepared to head to her neighborhood friend's home to have their weekly religious study discussion that the local pastor encourage all of the housewives to have at least once per week.
The pastor believed that if women were educated properly, then society would benefit greatly. Her neighbor arrived shortly after she did, and they settled down on the plush couch in the living room. Their conversation flowed naturally, discussing recent events in their lives and sharing stories of their husbands. But despite their cordiality, there was an undertone of competition between them - each trying to outdo the other with tales of their husband's prowess.
When the discussion turned to religion, however, they found common ground.
They talked about the importance of faith in their lives and how it helped them navigate the challenges they faced as wives and mothers. Their voices became animated as they shared stories of personal triumphs and struggles, and for a brief moment, any rivalry between them seemed to fade away.
Strength, leadership, and external power were topics that came up next.
Despite their superficial disagreements earlier, they both agreed that these traits were what truly mattered in a man. Each story grew more extravagant until they were practically shouting with excitement.
As the conversation shifted towards marriage advice, Sarah, her neighbor, proclaimed that a good wife should always prioritize her husband's needs above her own. This statement sparked debate among the two women, each arguing passionately for their beliefs. "A true wife submits herself completely to her husband," insisted one woman, her voice rising with conviction.
"She puts him first in everything she does."
Mary nodded in agreement, her expression growing solemn. "Yes, that's exactly right. Our husbands are our lords and masters, and we must respect their authority at all times."
Both women fell into silence, lost in thought as they contemplated the weighty implications of their words. They sipped their tea slowly, savoring the warmth of the liquid as it passed down their throats. Outside, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape. The Patriarchy had brought their lives joy, serenity, and a sense of calm. Life was good, and there was no doubt that serving men was the cause.