My name is Kat which is short for Katrina. I am a sub who is owned mind, heart, body, soul and especially ass by my husband. I finally came to terms that I was a true sub late in life when I met my husband a few years ago. Up until then, I was your typical east coast, Italian bossy bitch. No man would or could ever control me. I want what I want when I want it..... I actually had contempt for women who allowed themselves to be subservient to any man. Then I met my husband. He found me on an on line dating site, something that never interested me before. I was on for about two weeks and he popped up. He didn't look anything like any of the other men who wrote to me. He had a gorgeous face and long beautiful hair. Tall and thin, tastfully tattooed and I could tell by his profile essay that he was very intelligent. Later on I found out that he was hung like a horse. My "wet dream man". All of the others looked like they could be my father. After a few emails he called me. He told me that he had been on these sites for quite some time and was just about to give up. We talked about the trials of on line dating. Having had many unsuccessful dates himself, he said that he knows in 2.3 seconds of meeting someone face to face whether or not there is a connection. I just laughed. We met for coffee soon after that conversation and just like he said, we both knew in 2.3 seconds. We have been inseperable ever since.
He was a perfect gentleman for the first few dates. Infact, I was starting to wonder if he was even attracted to me but for the first three weekends in a row, he made that long 70 mile trip down the parkway faithfully. On the forth weekend, it happened. He took me up to my bedroom, and we started to fuck around. When he took his shirt off and pulled his hair out of his ponytail he looked like the wildman that I had been dreaming about and his actions fit his appearance. My pussy was dripping wet. I'm usually a bit shy at first. I haven't had many partners as I have always been in long term relationships but with him I just knew that it was o.k. to finally let go. I don't know what possessed me to to this with this man who was basically a stranger to me physically but when he started fucking me in the traditional missionary position, I turned over and got on all fours and showed him my asshole. He immediately stuck his tongue in and started fucking it with his fingers. I felt an electrical bolt surge thru my body. If you knew me, you would know that I have always had a phobia about letting anyone even see that part of my anatomy. Anal sex always played a major role in my fantasies but no one ever knew that. It was just too embarassing and so forbidden but this was an impulse thing on my part. It turned out that he too was fixated on this part of a woman's anatomy but never had the opportunity to really explore it with anyone before. Needless to say, as time went on ( and it didn't take very long) he managed to make me confess all of my hidden secrets and fantasies to him. Finally I was free to do and say everything that had been bottled up inside of me for years. I have told him things that I thought I would take to my grave. Our analerotic fixation seeps into every part of our everyday life together. He taught me that there is no shame, no limitations and absolutely no negotiating when he wants something new from me. No matter what it is, if he wants he, he has to have it. He has this power over me that I've only read about in my favorite porn stories. I really thought that this was all fiction, the product of someone's overactive imagination. Well, I'm here to tell you that I am living proof that couples like us really do exist. To the outside world we are just another happily married couple but behind closed doors he is my owner. If I dare defy him, without warning I find myself on the wrong side of his belt, OTK, kicking and screaming, bargaining, promising him that I'll be his good girl.....then the fun really starts. (To be continued)
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