I am your regular suburban girl gone bad. I went to a college that was small by any standard, primarily female, although a few gay guys. I got hung up on Women’s Studies, but was talked into getting another degree. I degreed in Political Science, they told me I could go to law school if I wanted. I didn’t get a high enough score on the LSAT and I got a job working for a local company.
I was 22. Never been kissed by a guy, never touched a guy, never let a guy touch me. Actually, I had never had a guy see me naked, I only had female doctors growing up because my mother didn’t want a man touching me. I won’t say I was an all out lesbian, I had never been in an emotional commitment, but I had been in sexual situations. I liked the cuddling and kissing and I liked and wanted to breast play. I liked girls with nice size breasts, I never liked skinny flat chested girls. I ate pussy from the beginning, and I wanted to have my pussy eaten. As for penetration, I never did understand the object and dildo penetration, fingers and tongue yes, but not a plastic model. I liked having my butt hole touched and kissed. I kissed a couple of girls there, but really? I mean a girl licking your butt hole is one thing, but not me licking them. That’s how I was when I went to work with benefits.
A guy there decided that I belonged to him. Needless to say I called him out and told him to fuck off. He fucked me. And not nicely. I had a choice, give up my vagina, or he would take me in my ass. I gave up my vagina. After that he told me he owned my pussy. For him, and him only, for his pleasure. Ownership wasn’t optional. He fucked me at will and I had duties to perform for him. He gave me an old t-shirt and no bra or panties to clean his house and do laundry. He loved watching me fold his underwear, and look under his t-shirt to get a shot at my pussy. His pussy, sorry.
I had never been owned by a man and I didn’t know how to behave about it. I didn’t know for example that when a man owns you, you are bound to obedience. I got in trouble a lot for not asking for permission. A couple of times I got a good spanking for being disobedient.
He wanted me under him, in the missionary position, with my legs open and me holding him. When he immobilized me that was a sign he was coming. I had to lay there after he was finished to let his little men swim up my vagina. From the very beginning he wanted me pregnant. Fill his house with kids, no bed unoccupied, no chair at the table. I had my duty, four kids and no complaining.
I don’t know if it is because you fall in love that you obey him. The thought of disobedience became a no fly zone. Disappointing him weighed on me and I felt guilty. I had women call me crazy and stupid, but they were alone without a man, some of them lesbian. From the time he took my pussy, I stopped seeing women. You are either a pussy or a dick girl, never both.
With four kids I obviously don’t work outside the home. I still have that ratty t-shirt he gave me when I first met him. If you would have asked me in college if a man was going to own me I would have called you crazy. But a man does own me, and I’m his for his pleasure.
