I'm a very submissive woman
There is a lot of truth when they say we remember events in our lives that were traumatic. I know from own mother how old I was when I sat under the kitchen table playing with my doll, obscured by a low hanging table cloth. Mother came into the kitchen, very stone and drunk, with two of daddy's friends all over her. They were oblivious to my presence as they were bug eyed with sexual excitement, gabbing mother and planting kisses on her and she was allowing them liberties, and to the point where she bend double, holding onto the table, I saw her legs part and her underwear removed and watched two pairs of balls swinging as the thrust into her and released their sperm. The only sounds were her moaning and asking, "To be fucked harder", those words and sounds imprinted on my impressionable mind, aged around eight, eventually led to my lose of virginity two years later, as masturbation became a reality when men brought home by daddy, became a regular routine for mother, and I made myself a willing part of my parents liberated sex scene, and was fucked in my bed by one man who knew I was keen to experience the sex.
Was that the reason for my early puberty? My periods started before my eleventh birthday, and by twelve I was a very popular girl in school, I had tits that excited the boys and the male teachers, and I never said, "No", to showing them or having them felt or my nipples tweaked and twisted, being fucked from behind.
By the time I moved into my secondary school aged twelve, I had had a string of sexual lovers, four boys in their teens and eight grown men, three were teachers, and the others, I picked up outside pubs as they rolled out drunk and offered them the fuck of a lifetime for money, against a brick wall up some dark alley.
By fifteen I was classified a sex addict and sent to approved school to finish my education under supervision, and it was whilst in care there, that ironically, my true sex life exploded, going to sex parties for wealthy men and being nothing more than a sex doll, being passed around fifteen to twenty men a night and fucked in all my holes, while the governess of the approved school joined-in, and sat on my face, as men fucked me.
Back then corporal punishment was administered with the tawse, a leather strap with two or three ends. My arse was tawsed by crazed drunk men who were sadistic and reveled seeing a girls bottom turn red and swell with makes and bleed, before plunging back into either of her lubricated holes to finish that fucking.
By accepting the pain and the forbidden pleasure of this bestial and brutal sex regime, we willing girl spent a few years in relative luxury, even today my bum bears the scars of brutal whippings, and sometimes I can only orgasm with extreme sex, but when I do, I swear it beats any d**g induced sex and can fully understand why some women are up for it.
I remembered meeting my husbands boss at the Christmas Party. He had traveled on his own for the big bash and at the end of the night my husband introduced me to him, at his insistence and when we were alone he confessed he was looking for willing wives and girlfriends to bring back to his room for drinks. You needn't be a rocket scientist to know why he would love that little scenario, and that night I watched some women throw themselves at the opportunity to advance their boyfriends and husbands futures.
I remember leaving that night a little piqued that I could not fill that 'Indecent Proposal' moment, I was after all a bored housewife desperate for attention if even to remind me that I was a woman and here was my husband's boss telling me I was the one woman he wanted. That night when I went to bed alone, I masturbated myself like crazy, my head filled with my husbands boss, doing everything to me, because I was willing to be that prostitute I craved, a wanton woman with liberated sexual desires.
Four days later the Boss left for his home in the States and after my husband had left for work a courier arrived with a small parcel for me. When I opened it my jaw dropped, it was triple expensive gold chains, neck, wrist and ankle, and a simple message, "For the most beautiful one that got away. Think of me when you wear them". I gushed with excitement as I put them on, put the packaging and paper in the garbage for collection. The cost was way over £1000, that much I could ascertain at today's prices for gold and at 22 karat.
I hid my jewelry and never told my husband about his boss's want of me and over time it passed and I never thought about his boss, until my husband mentioned the Summer BBQ and that his boss would be there.
If I am to be honest, I felt myself wetting and a deep feeling of creeping horniness flood my crotch but who could blame me, I knew his boss wanted me for sex, and now I was beginning to act like a sex struck teenage girl.
Being sexually desired by a man you consider a stranger, or even a man you convince yourself you don't even find desirable, when sex during married life was limited, has a weird way of becoming a fantasy, putting yourself in the sexual object of men's desires, has a completely different feeling from any other, and it does not help when that man takes control and becomes the dominant aggressor.
The following week I received a call and it was him, my husband's boss. He was polite and just wanted to be sure I would be at the Summer BBQ in two weeks, he said he missed me and was looking forward to meeting me again, and that was all. Two days after that my husband had left for work a courier arrived, with some parcels for me to sign off on.
I knew it must be his boss again and yes I was giddy with sexual excitement, even though nothing had happened between us, but the secretiveness and clandestine nature was building and when I opened the boxes, the nature and exquisiteness of the gifts, lingerie, black, lacy, and outrageously daring and provocative, the panties were open crotch styled, and the accompanying note begging me to wear this lot under the same lack dress I wore at Christmas, was too much to bear, I found myself using my sex toy, closing my eyes and feeling him inside me taking pleasure from my submittance.
The day came and my husband was at the office on some errand, leaving me time to shower and dress in the manner his boss suggested, making me realise his errand was orchestrated by his boss to allow me the freedom to do his bidding.
Walking around in those daring panties and feeling the hemline of my short skirt flapping mid thigh, made me feel exposed and naked, one puff of wind and my shaved pussy was on open display for all men to look at, and being crotchless, my vaginal lubricant flowed freely and coated my inner thighs as I walked, combined with my bouncing breasts and rigid nipples, my eyes darted around looking for my master, I desperately wanted him to fuck me, put his seed inside me, even have his baby, it was like I was on a d**g, and feeling a sexual high that had never existed, even my husband was amazed at my transformation, as he talked excitedly, my eyes were looking for his boss to submit too.
Eventually he appeared, a few hours after I had arrived and drank a few glasses of wine. When he approached me I could barely stand straight, my thighs were heavy and my knees literally knocked, and when he smiled directly at me, his age and ugliness were non existent, I was his fuck toy and I could not wait to tell him how much I wanted to please him in that way. He listened to my babble on about nothing until I told him I was wearing the lingerie he sent me and I wanted to be alone with him to pose for him and do his bidding.
"Lift your dress and show me your cunt", he interrupted my babbling. I fell silent and looked around to see who was watching us. My palms were sweaty and that deep gnawing in the pit of my stomach, made me breathless, I had never felt so dominated like I did at this very moment, "Do as I ask, or spend tonight with us naked", was his alternate offer. To be honest I was shit scared of exposing myself at that very moment and I think he knew I would have to chose the alternate option, which I did.
As the day drew on and came to a close people were departing and I was shown indoors to a quiet room while my husband was kept busy closing down the event. When I entered the room there was a group of older men smoking and drinking, and I walked amongst them nodding to each one in turn, until one asked if I was the little tart in the sexy underwear.
When the resounding, "Yes" piped up and he walked into the room staring at me, I felt cheap, embarrassed and really whorish, all wonderful feeling for a woman wanting to be just that amongst men who leered and licked their lips at the prospect of touching and fucking her at will.
"Lift you dress and show these gentlemen your wet cunt Frida", he ordered me, as they gathered around me in a closed circle, coming closer until we could smell each others odours. "Lift it you little cunt", someone crudely said, and my fingers tightened on the hemline and started exposing my sweaty thighs until I heard an audible intake of breath from men around me, my arse and pussy were now exposed and men around me were undoing the pants, and then the touching and the groping started, as I fell to the floor with my clothes being torn from my body until I was naked with a man on top of me fucking me and being cheered on by men who would take turns with me.
How many men used me that night I lost count, all I know my husbands boss was not one of them, he got off on the control he exerted over me. Of course everything was on film so there was no way back for me, to be perfectly honest with you, I did not want to go back, I was hooked on this sort of liberated sex where nothing was sacred and everything was o be tried at least once.
I have been spanked, caned and tawsed and found pleasure in that brutality sex, I have felt the probing fingers of i****tuous men in my family explore my sacred flesh, tasted semen on my knees blowing a drunk and a homeless guy for a laugh as a teenager, shared a bath with the rugby team at college, but being a sub female for a man I don't think I even liked, was a sexual thrill like no other, that's my kink I guess, and telling my husband I was going to the hotel to spend the night with his boss, and seeing his disappointment at his weakness in not being able to stop me, just added wood tot the fire.
If only he could see me in the hotel suite doing my masters bidding, even room service staring at my naked body and allowing me to unzipper their cock to suck until filling my mouth, anything and everything can happen when you allow a man to dominate you, and I would not have it any other way.
Was that the reason for my early puberty? My periods started before my eleventh birthday, and by twelve I was a very popular girl in school, I had tits that excited the boys and the male teachers, and I never said, "No", to showing them or having them felt or my nipples tweaked and twisted, being fucked from behind.
By the time I moved into my secondary school aged twelve, I had had a string of sexual lovers, four boys in their teens and eight grown men, three were teachers, and the others, I picked up outside pubs as they rolled out drunk and offered them the fuck of a lifetime for money, against a brick wall up some dark alley.
By fifteen I was classified a sex addict and sent to approved school to finish my education under supervision, and it was whilst in care there, that ironically, my true sex life exploded, going to sex parties for wealthy men and being nothing more than a sex doll, being passed around fifteen to twenty men a night and fucked in all my holes, while the governess of the approved school joined-in, and sat on my face, as men fucked me.
Back then corporal punishment was administered with the tawse, a leather strap with two or three ends. My arse was tawsed by crazed drunk men who were sadistic and reveled seeing a girls bottom turn red and swell with makes and bleed, before plunging back into either of her lubricated holes to finish that fucking.
By accepting the pain and the forbidden pleasure of this bestial and brutal sex regime, we willing girl spent a few years in relative luxury, even today my bum bears the scars of brutal whippings, and sometimes I can only orgasm with extreme sex, but when I do, I swear it beats any d**g induced sex and can fully understand why some women are up for it.
I remembered meeting my husbands boss at the Christmas Party. He had traveled on his own for the big bash and at the end of the night my husband introduced me to him, at his insistence and when we were alone he confessed he was looking for willing wives and girlfriends to bring back to his room for drinks. You needn't be a rocket scientist to know why he would love that little scenario, and that night I watched some women throw themselves at the opportunity to advance their boyfriends and husbands futures.
I remember leaving that night a little piqued that I could not fill that 'Indecent Proposal' moment, I was after all a bored housewife desperate for attention if even to remind me that I was a woman and here was my husband's boss telling me I was the one woman he wanted. That night when I went to bed alone, I masturbated myself like crazy, my head filled with my husbands boss, doing everything to me, because I was willing to be that prostitute I craved, a wanton woman with liberated sexual desires.
Four days later the Boss left for his home in the States and after my husband had left for work a courier arrived with a small parcel for me. When I opened it my jaw dropped, it was triple expensive gold chains, neck, wrist and ankle, and a simple message, "For the most beautiful one that got away. Think of me when you wear them". I gushed with excitement as I put them on, put the packaging and paper in the garbage for collection. The cost was way over £1000, that much I could ascertain at today's prices for gold and at 22 karat.
I hid my jewelry and never told my husband about his boss's want of me and over time it passed and I never thought about his boss, until my husband mentioned the Summer BBQ and that his boss would be there.
If I am to be honest, I felt myself wetting and a deep feeling of creeping horniness flood my crotch but who could blame me, I knew his boss wanted me for sex, and now I was beginning to act like a sex struck teenage girl.
Being sexually desired by a man you consider a stranger, or even a man you convince yourself you don't even find desirable, when sex during married life was limited, has a weird way of becoming a fantasy, putting yourself in the sexual object of men's desires, has a completely different feeling from any other, and it does not help when that man takes control and becomes the dominant aggressor.
The following week I received a call and it was him, my husband's boss. He was polite and just wanted to be sure I would be at the Summer BBQ in two weeks, he said he missed me and was looking forward to meeting me again, and that was all. Two days after that my husband had left for work a courier arrived, with some parcels for me to sign off on.
I knew it must be his boss again and yes I was giddy with sexual excitement, even though nothing had happened between us, but the secretiveness and clandestine nature was building and when I opened the boxes, the nature and exquisiteness of the gifts, lingerie, black, lacy, and outrageously daring and provocative, the panties were open crotch styled, and the accompanying note begging me to wear this lot under the same lack dress I wore at Christmas, was too much to bear, I found myself using my sex toy, closing my eyes and feeling him inside me taking pleasure from my submittance.
The day came and my husband was at the office on some errand, leaving me time to shower and dress in the manner his boss suggested, making me realise his errand was orchestrated by his boss to allow me the freedom to do his bidding.
Walking around in those daring panties and feeling the hemline of my short skirt flapping mid thigh, made me feel exposed and naked, one puff of wind and my shaved pussy was on open display for all men to look at, and being crotchless, my vaginal lubricant flowed freely and coated my inner thighs as I walked, combined with my bouncing breasts and rigid nipples, my eyes darted around looking for my master, I desperately wanted him to fuck me, put his seed inside me, even have his baby, it was like I was on a d**g, and feeling a sexual high that had never existed, even my husband was amazed at my transformation, as he talked excitedly, my eyes were looking for his boss to submit too.
Eventually he appeared, a few hours after I had arrived and drank a few glasses of wine. When he approached me I could barely stand straight, my thighs were heavy and my knees literally knocked, and when he smiled directly at me, his age and ugliness were non existent, I was his fuck toy and I could not wait to tell him how much I wanted to please him in that way. He listened to my babble on about nothing until I told him I was wearing the lingerie he sent me and I wanted to be alone with him to pose for him and do his bidding.
"Lift your dress and show me your cunt", he interrupted my babbling. I fell silent and looked around to see who was watching us. My palms were sweaty and that deep gnawing in the pit of my stomach, made me breathless, I had never felt so dominated like I did at this very moment, "Do as I ask, or spend tonight with us naked", was his alternate offer. To be honest I was shit scared of exposing myself at that very moment and I think he knew I would have to chose the alternate option, which I did.
As the day drew on and came to a close people were departing and I was shown indoors to a quiet room while my husband was kept busy closing down the event. When I entered the room there was a group of older men smoking and drinking, and I walked amongst them nodding to each one in turn, until one asked if I was the little tart in the sexy underwear.
When the resounding, "Yes" piped up and he walked into the room staring at me, I felt cheap, embarrassed and really whorish, all wonderful feeling for a woman wanting to be just that amongst men who leered and licked their lips at the prospect of touching and fucking her at will.
"Lift you dress and show these gentlemen your wet cunt Frida", he ordered me, as they gathered around me in a closed circle, coming closer until we could smell each others odours. "Lift it you little cunt", someone crudely said, and my fingers tightened on the hemline and started exposing my sweaty thighs until I heard an audible intake of breath from men around me, my arse and pussy were now exposed and men around me were undoing the pants, and then the touching and the groping started, as I fell to the floor with my clothes being torn from my body until I was naked with a man on top of me fucking me and being cheered on by men who would take turns with me.
How many men used me that night I lost count, all I know my husbands boss was not one of them, he got off on the control he exerted over me. Of course everything was on film so there was no way back for me, to be perfectly honest with you, I did not want to go back, I was hooked on this sort of liberated sex where nothing was sacred and everything was o be tried at least once.
I have been spanked, caned and tawsed and found pleasure in that brutality sex, I have felt the probing fingers of i****tuous men in my family explore my sacred flesh, tasted semen on my knees blowing a drunk and a homeless guy for a laugh as a teenager, shared a bath with the rugby team at college, but being a sub female for a man I don't think I even liked, was a sexual thrill like no other, that's my kink I guess, and telling my husband I was going to the hotel to spend the night with his boss, and seeing his disappointment at his weakness in not being able to stop me, just added wood tot the fire.
If only he could see me in the hotel suite doing my masters bidding, even room service staring at my naked body and allowing me to unzipper their cock to suck until filling my mouth, anything and everything can happen when you allow a man to dominate you, and I would not have it any other way.
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