We married too young. After hearing it for 5 years, I am finally starting to believe that there could be some truth to it. It doesn’t matter that he was my high school sweetheart, that we were in love from the moment we went on our first date when we were 15, that he was my best friend and the only person who I could truly be myself around. No, maybe they are right. How was I supposed to know what I wanted when I was the ripe old age of 19 when we said “I do”.
I can’t blame him. I was the one who was unfaithful. It started out with watching porn while home alone. I was just a little curious at first; starting with the typically cheesy porn plot: woman orders a pizza and gets a giant serving of man meat instead. It didn’t take long, however, to get stuck in the rabbit hole of porn hub. Soon I was moaning away while watching a woman being tied up, flogged and teased to the edge of orgasm before being cruelly denied.
Flogged! A year ago I had no idea what that term meant, and that was only the beginning. I started to search on Google, starting with words like denial, slave, bondage; I was lured into the world of BDSM.
Through one of my searches, I stumbled upon a community of people who practiced BDSM. Some were lifestylers, meaning they lived a power exchange lifestyle 24/7, while others were a lot more casual. I had no idea where I would fall on this spectrum, but I was more than intrigued.
One of the first people I met was Mr. Control, cheesy name I know. But, he had this way about him, he enraptured me with his words right from the beginning. He wasn’t demanding or mean, but I could feel myself naturally submitting to him, sharing desires that I never even knew I wanted. We talked a long time, and even though he insisted on meeting me, I just couldn’t bring myself to do so. At first.
I tried to bring some of my new obsession to the bedroom with me. I asked my husband to playfully tie my hands up. He just laughed and thought I was joking. I bought a crop and some new lingerie and waited for him on the bed, but he claimed he was too tired. I even tried to tell him that sex would be so much more fun if he took his time getting me to orgasm, but he didn’t seem to have the time or interest in making it last longer. Ordinary vanilla sex lost its appeal to me. I wanted more. I needed more. Instead, I retreated to my online world to fulfill my needs.
Mr. Control persisted, and when my husband was called away on business, I just couldn’t resist anymore. We scheduled a date and time to meet for coffee. If it went well, we would go to a nearby hotel and then, well, the thought of it made me instantly wet.
The morning of our date, I woke up eager and horny. As I laid in bed, I couldn’t help but slip my fingers into my panties; lightly circling my clit with my thumb as I slipped a finger inside me. So wet already and the day had barely begun. Playtime was cut short when my husband got out of the shower. I tried to remain focused on him as he finished packing for his business trip, but my mind kept drifting back to all of the possibilities of the afternoon.
I kissed my husband goodbye at the door and wished him safe travels. He would be flying to Chicago for a conference and returning in 5 days. I was a bundle of nerves as I dressed and got myself ready for my excursion.
As I walked into the coffee shop, I felt like I was going to pee my pants. I spotted him instantly. My eyes were drawn to the single rose he had at the table, the signal that we had arranged. As I introduced myself, and we shook hands, I breathed a sign of relief. We connected instantly. It wasn’t the least bit awkward, although I did blush a lot, knowing that this man was soon to see me naked. Conversation floated between us effortlessly. Coffee lasted over an hour, and then we were on our way to the hotel.
When we entered the room, he had me strip naked and lay in the middle of the bed. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I got goosebumps as I realized this would be the first man to see me naked other than my husband. I had never been a small woman; I had curves, hips and a booty that would put Rihanna to shame. The noise he made as I unclasped my bra, gave me the confidence that I needed to continue.
He tied my hands and feet to their respective corners of the bed leaving me open, vulnerable and at his mercy. He started with some light tickling which made me squirm and strain against my bonds like crazy. I begged him to stop, fearful that I would pee. As he stopped tickling me, his mouth started to roam about my body, kissing me from the nape of my neck, to my nipple, and leaving a trail of kisses down to my pussy where he swirled his tongue around my clit once before getting up off the bed.
What a tease, I moaned in protest. However, he came back quick enough with a bottle of lube. He dripped it all over my pussy and clit, rubbing it all around until everything was very slippery. He slid two fingers inside me as one finger circled my clit, and another put slight pressure on my ass hole. Holy fuck! I had never thought of trying anal before, but now I wanted nothing more than that finger to slip into my ass. The sensation was so intense I could barely breathe. It didn’t take long until I was on the edge. Just at that moment, he took his fingers away and began to tickle me again.
This pattern continued for hours. We spent the entire evening indulging my submissive desires. Experiencing pleasure in ways that I never knew were possible. Countless orgasms for both of us.
When I left the hotel the next morning, my head was floating in the clouds. I felt like I was hungover, and there was this emptiness inside me, the reality of knowing that I was going home to my husband, the husband who I had just been unfaithful to.
I was ashamed of my actions. I really was. But at the same time, I wanted to relive it again. I didn’t regret it. I wasn’t remorseful.
When I returned home, I saw my husband’s car in the driveway. My stomach dropped. When did he get home? I started to wrack my brain, thinking up a story to explain my absence if I needed one. I walked into the darkened house. Maybe I was mistaken, did he take a cab to the airport instead? When I turned on the lights, I knew. He knew.
He was sitting there, in the middle of the living room, holding the answering machine. When I looked at his tear stained face, I fell to my knees, and he pushed the button.
“My precious sub, I wanted to let you know that I had an amazing time with you today. I will be thinking of all the unthinkable things I did to you, and the look in your eyes as I fucked that gorgeous mouth of yours. I hope you take care, and maybe we can have “coffee” again before your husband returns”
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That was a year ago. He didn’t leave me. He didn’t kick me out. Though, it might have been better if he did. Instead, our relationship changed drastically. He started to work more, grew distance. We barely spoke. The few times we did have sex, it was in the heat of the moment and I could feel his anger, his distaste.
I suggested counselling, but he wanted nothing to do with it. He said we were fine. Instead, I went alone. I spoke to my counselor openly about my desires, about my shame, how I wanted to make amends to my, once, best friend.
Counselling was helpful. It helped me realize that I was only one person. I had made a mistake, but it didn’t matter how much I wanted to fix things: a marriage is between two people.
I tried, I really did. I tried for 6 months. And then I broke. I returned to the online community that started it all. Mr. Control was no longer around, but in a world where females are a rare commodity, it didn’t take long for me to find Paetreon.
We didn’t have the instant connection that I felt with Mr. Control, but he spoke my language fluently without ever having met me. The way he spoke, the words he chose, they spoke to more than my pussy. I wanted this man.
He was hesitant to meet in person, but he gave me tasks to perform for him, providing him with photo or video proof, and rules for me to follow. We explored different facets of BDSM, different kinks that excited me. Every time I thought we had reached a new ceiling of pleasure, he pushed me even further. What I once thought were limits, were now things that I enjoyed more than ever.
He became the center of my world. My sole purpose in life was to please him; To do as he wanted. I begged him to let me meet him. Finally, 6 months later, he agreed.
I left the house today, my car packed with the few things I refused to leave behind. A note left behind on the kitchen table, explaining to the stranger who I called my husband, that I was done.
And now, here I sit, the front seat of my car, staring at the sign of the hotel, contemplating the last year of my life; Knowing that as soon as I walk into that hotel, my whole life will be changed.
***
My instructions were to go to the room, have a shower, and then be waiting for him as instructed.
After a long, steamy shower, I towel dried. I was so turned on by thoughts of my impending submission. It took every ounce of will power that I had, not to slip my soapy fingers into my wet slit and play with myself. But touching myself without his permission was forbidden, and I didn’t want to disappoint him before we even started.
I hesitate before getting into position. Who is this man that I am submitting to? He could be anybody. He could do anything to me. My heart is beating wildly. I can feel my pulse in my ears. As I reach my hand up to pull the blindfold down over my eyes, I notice my watch. It is 3:49. His instructions were to be in position by 3:50, no later. I take a deep breath, and slowly exhale. My shaking hands pull the blindfold down and the room goes dark.
As I lay on the bed, ass on display, my mind starts to wander. Very few details about today were given to me, yet, this morning I was more confident than ever before. This was my destiny. Submitting to this man was my purpose in life. I was born to be his. To do with as he may.
My heart jumped every time I heard a noise in the hall. Time stood still. I don’t know how much time had passed when I finally heard a key card being swiped.
My body stiffened, and I had to swallow the urge to flee. I waited too long, he was in the room now. My ears perked up as he entered. I could hear the jangle of his keys as he set them down on the table. I felt the bed fall on one side where he sat down.
He didn’t say a word. The silence was overpowering. I wanted to scream. My whole body was on fire and aware of his presence. I could smell him. I could almost feel him. I wanted his touch.
After what felt like an eternity, he stood up from the bed. My first thought was that he was leaving. Maybe I wasn’t what he was expecting, maybe he …. But I didn’t have time to finish my thought before his hand landed hard on my bare ass. As I let out a squeal, he had climbed on top of me, and was straddling me.
He very swiftly and smoothly grabbed both my wrists and brought them together behind my back, wrapping them in what I could only assume was rope. I couldn’t help but struggle against the rope. As I opened my mouth to protest, a ball gag was pressed against my teeth, forcing my mouth to open around it. He tied it tightly behind my head before climbing off me.
My ass still stinging from his hand, he roughly grabbed me by the hips and lifted me until my knees were positioned on the bed. I moaned in anticipation as I heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper being torn open. We had discussed him fucking me, but I never thought it would happen this soon. Only one cock had ever entered me. I held my breath as he roughly entered me, filling my wet pussy in a way that I have never experienced.
With no regard for my pleasure, he fucked me. A primal groan escaped him and mingled with my high pitched, muffled moans. He held my hips so tight as he pounded into me that I just knew there would be bruises left from his rough hands. Just as I thought I would drown in the puddle of my own drool, he grabbed my hair and jerked my head up, thrusting harder and harder, ignoring my cries.
Suddenly my face was being pushed into the wet bed, he increased his speed, grunting louder until finally he stopped, deep inside me as I felt him shudder and pulse inside me. I wished in that moment that he wasn’t wearing a condom so I could feel his hot cum explode deep inside me. Just as my oxygen supply was starting to deplete, he grabbed my left arm and leg and turned me over onto my back.
I lay there catching my breath, trying to sort my thoughts. What the fuck just happened? I had never experienced something so animalistic. I was used to soft touches, sweet kisses and making love. But this, this was truly a fucking.
He still had not said a word to me, and that didn’t change as I felt his hands slide something underneath my hips. I realized it was rope as he cinched it around my waste. He parted my knees roughly and I felt a finger pushing against my ass. We had practiced with toys over the last few months, but this was the first time that I was allowing … ha, like I had much choice … somebody else to breach that entrance.
My hips instinctively lifted as the finger explored my ass hole. Every nerve ending below my waste lit up as he wiggled it in and out, and then stretched me further with a second finger. I was already wet, and ready to be taken a second time, and this just increased the urgency of my arousal.
A toy slipped easily inside my tight ass, and seconds later a second toy was thrust into my needy pussy. I moaned against the gag as they both sprang to life. A piece of rope was threaded between my legs and securely held both toys tightly inside me.
As I started to wriggle around on the bed, a pair of strong hands grabbed me by the shoulders and sat me up, pushing each of the intruders deeper inside me. All three of my holes were filled, I could feel lube and pussy juices running down my legs, drool running down my face. I am sure I looked a proper slut at this point.
The gag was removed from my mouth, adding more drool dripping down my boobs and stomach. As I tried to stretch my jaw, his hands caught some of the dripping drool and smeared it all over my face. I tried to step away, but slapped me across the face and pulled me closer to him. I was shocked. I had never been slapped before. I didn’t even know what to think.
Before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees on the floor, and I felt the sharp teeth of nipple clamps being attached. We had done some nipple play together, but the clothespins I had used were nothing compared to the bite of these fuckers. My breath was taken away and it was as though an electric shock ran directly from my nipples to my clit.
I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust. Every part of my body was tingling, glowing, on fire. The line between pain and pleasure were blurred in such a way that I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or scream. The noise that escaped my lips was something of a hybrid.
His hard cock pressed against my moaning lips. I opened my mouth and took him fully into my mouth, my tongue licking and running up and down the length of him as he thrust himself deeper into my throat. My nose was pressed right against his skin, my eyes watered under the blindfold as I struggled to control my gag reflex. I lost the battle, and as he pulled his cock out, I wretched and gagged. He barely gave me a second to catch my breath before he was so deep in my throat, I could feel the prickle of the pubic hair on his balls pressing against my bottom lip.
My husband had never been able to go for round two, let alone this quickly. This man was going to break me. As he continued to pound my face, the toys inside me sprang to life. I could feel my vocal chords vibrating but couldn’t make a noise with his cock in my throat.
I needed to cum. I was going to cum. I was going to cum so hard that I felt as though I would pass out.
A shrill, hoarse scream came out of me as he pounded in and out of my mouth and finally he came. He came all over my face, hair, chest, mouth. Cum, drool, pussy juice drenching me from head to toe. He held my head in his hands, the only thing keeping me on my knees as I got closer and closer to orgasm.
“Please sir, please, please, please let me cum”
As the blindfold was removed, I looked up into my husbands eyes as I had the best orgasm of my life.