Straight Female / 40
Growing up I used to think that you can't be 'owned', but I know that you can. You may want to tell yourself that you're free, that you can do what you want, but it is better to check first and get his OK. There is a symbolic leash that I know I wear, he can yank it with his voice or his look.
When I was in my mid twenties I got involved with a man twice my age. I was invited into his office and given the opportunity to show him how much I appreciated my job, which included bending over the desk. The moment he penetrated me, when his penis went into me, I knew I was in trouble. He has very strong hands and he was holding my hips when he thrust his penis into me in one shove. I said out loud Oh God, and he thrust hard into me two or three times before he came. When he pulled out he reached for some Kleenex and grabbed my pussy and told me to remain bent over and he both mopped up and massaged me until I came.
I never, and don't, resist him. He took my self, my soul, that day. I am forty years old and I bore him three children. I am more than just his work wife. He doesn't have sex with me at work, he has sex with me at home. If I am doubtful, or somehow not appreciative enough, I get a hard thrust into me from behind, leaning over a counter, the sofa or even standing beside the bed with my hands on the bed. If somehow he is displeased I know what I am going to get.
In the fifteen years that I have with him, I have experienced many forms of sex, but never anything like pain or tying me up, it is more like I am made to take it so he makes sure he gets across that he is the one that is going to give it to me. It took a long time, more than five years before I relaxed enough to take it up the ass and enjoy it. It was just something that was hard for me to do. Giving oral sex, or taking vaginal sex when and where he wanted was mostly OK, but taking it up the ass took longer. I wish I had started earlier, because now that I more or less enjoy it, he can't always get hard enough to really tear into me the way I like.
I like being his. It feels good to wear his leash, even if I am the only one that can see it.
When I was in my mid twenties I got involved with a man twice my age. I was invited into his office and given the opportunity to show him how much I appreciated my job, which included bending over the desk. The moment he penetrated me, when his penis went into me, I knew I was in trouble. He has very strong hands and he was holding my hips when he thrust his penis into me in one shove. I said out loud Oh God, and he thrust hard into me two or three times before he came. When he pulled out he reached for some Kleenex and grabbed my pussy and told me to remain bent over and he both mopped up and massaged me until I came.
I never, and don't, resist him. He took my self, my soul, that day. I am forty years old and I bore him three children. I am more than just his work wife. He doesn't have sex with me at work, he has sex with me at home. If I am doubtful, or somehow not appreciative enough, I get a hard thrust into me from behind, leaning over a counter, the sofa or even standing beside the bed with my hands on the bed. If somehow he is displeased I know what I am going to get.
In the fifteen years that I have with him, I have experienced many forms of sex, but never anything like pain or tying me up, it is more like I am made to take it so he makes sure he gets across that he is the one that is going to give it to me. It took a long time, more than five years before I relaxed enough to take it up the ass and enjoy it. It was just something that was hard for me to do. Giving oral sex, or taking vaginal sex when and where he wanted was mostly OK, but taking it up the ass took longer. I wish I had started earlier, because now that I more or less enjoy it, he can't always get hard enough to really tear into me the way I like.
I like being his. It feels good to wear his leash, even if I am the only one that can see it.
