Straight Female / 28
Last night it happened again. My man is screwing me, he grabs me and gets in all the way and asks me if I am his woman. Of course I know the drill, so I have to tell him yes I am his woman. When he is in this mood we are back in caveman days and I know better than to challenge him.
It happened the first time when I broke my ankle on a hike. We were quite far from anywhere and it was already afternoon on the way back down. Leaving me was not an option, carrying me down was not an option. The weather was changing and it was already cold so he found a big rock and cleared out a spot and told me that we were going to have the spend the night there and let the weather blow over. The rock would help keep the wind off of us. He carried me, with a lot of struggle because I am not some 20 pound girl, and he got me to the rock. We used the packs we carried as pillows and he worked on my ankle, but decided not to take off my boot.
Let me tell you it got cold, maybe too cold, the wind picked up, it started to snow and it snowed all night. He had me tight against him, inside his jacket and his arms around me taking the brunt of the weather. The wind calmed down, it was cold but we had to wait out the night. He was up against me and I could feel him getting aroused, he got my pants down and fucked me right there out in the open, got his penis as far into me as he could and told me I was his woman, did I get it? I said yes, what could I do? He pumped every last bit of his semen into me and when he was done and I managed to pull my pants back up? Yes that is your pussy, I am your woman, I get it. I said that mostly under my breath but he heard me.
Well that little adventure resulted in Sarah our daughter. In our house he is lord and master, I get it. When he has sex with me it is intense and sometimes like last night he demands my subservience that I am his woman. I am not normally a passive person and I am, except for when he has me like that, fairly assertive about my views. But I know who is lord and master in my house and I know who's woman I am. I am as surprised as anyone, I don't resent it and I like it. In fact I have found myself asking him if he wants his woman. That night in the mountains changed me in ways I am still trying to understand.
It happened the first time when I broke my ankle on a hike. We were quite far from anywhere and it was already afternoon on the way back down. Leaving me was not an option, carrying me down was not an option. The weather was changing and it was already cold so he found a big rock and cleared out a spot and told me that we were going to have the spend the night there and let the weather blow over. The rock would help keep the wind off of us. He carried me, with a lot of struggle because I am not some 20 pound girl, and he got me to the rock. We used the packs we carried as pillows and he worked on my ankle, but decided not to take off my boot.
Let me tell you it got cold, maybe too cold, the wind picked up, it started to snow and it snowed all night. He had me tight against him, inside his jacket and his arms around me taking the brunt of the weather. The wind calmed down, it was cold but we had to wait out the night. He was up against me and I could feel him getting aroused, he got my pants down and fucked me right there out in the open, got his penis as far into me as he could and told me I was his woman, did I get it? I said yes, what could I do? He pumped every last bit of his semen into me and when he was done and I managed to pull my pants back up? Yes that is your pussy, I am your woman, I get it. I said that mostly under my breath but he heard me.
Well that little adventure resulted in Sarah our daughter. In our house he is lord and master, I get it. When he has sex with me it is intense and sometimes like last night he demands my subservience that I am his woman. I am not normally a passive person and I am, except for when he has me like that, fairly assertive about my views. But I know who is lord and master in my house and I know who's woman I am. I am as surprised as anyone, I don't resent it and I like it. In fact I have found myself asking him if he wants his woman. That night in the mountains changed me in ways I am still trying to understand.
