I met my husband at work. It was my first job after college and I went out with some of the gang at work to a dance club. My husband cut me out of the crowd, took me outside and fucked me in the back of the club. It was my first fucking, figuratively and physically. It was the first time I had sperm inside of me. He took me back into the club and kept me inside the booth. He took me with him to go get something to eat and then took me to his apartment and fucked me again and kept me there overnight.

The next morning I was put in the shower with him and I gave my first blow job, well first time I sucked a dick, I wasn't able to make him cum, so he took me back to the bed and fucked me for the third time in less than 12 hours. I only went back to my apartment for clothes, he kept me with him in his apartment playing house and fucking me.

Since I was a total virgin when he fucked me, and it was my first time ever in the hands of a man I did not have any experience and I was not using any form of birth control and he couldn't control himself and he kept filling me with sperm. I was pregnant, he was able to fuck me for the next nine months because I never got a period.

I was a 22 year old girl from a small town in the hands of a 30 year old man who had me living with him keeping house and fucking me, and he had me pregnant. I wasn't going anywhere. We paid my rent on my apartment until the lease ran out and he canceled my apartment. The baby, the housekeeping, keeping him satisfied were all my responsibility. I was also working full time.

My baby was four months old when he came home with a girl he had met and took her into our bedroom and fucked her.

I reacted, what the fuck, he was fucking another woman in my bed while I was supposed to sit outside and take care of the baby and finish dinner. When he came out of the room the told me she was a real good fuck, not as good a fuck as me, but a real good fuck and she was a keeper and he wanted to keep her there with me.

Processing all this was impossible for me. I went through the motions, I finished dinner, he had me set a place for her and we were introduced, he told me all about her and he had been wanting to fuck her for a long time, all this in front of her, that she was a fine piece of ass and he knew I was going to like her.

She slept with us that night.

I got pregnant again, he liked that, keeping me filled up with sperm, and he decided that the best thing to do was marry me and he wanted me to quit work. I got married at the court house, our houseguest was one of the witnesses at my marriage and the other one of his buddies, then we went home to fix dinner for the four of us and the baby.

He fucked her and me on my wedding night. He did fuck me first, at least he did that.

I have been married 30 years and of course had more children, I became a housewife. I stayed pretty pregnant for the first 10 years.

My confession, if there is one, is that on the first night, when he fucked me outside that dance club, he took me for himself and I became permanently tied to him. After that first fucking, because there was no making love or anything like that, he owned my soul and my body.

Through out all these years somehow, he has kept me on his leash. I am not young raw flesh any more, but when he needs to fuck, he fucks at home, and I enjoy my fuckings. There is something about the way he fucks me, something that keeps me tied to him, something that makes me want to get fucked again, something that sends me to fix his dinner and keep his house and deal with his kids and now his grandkids.

And the girlfriend he brought home to stay with us in those days when I got married, is still a friend. She and I see each other. I think she is the only one that understands me, and totally understands the leash that I am on.

It is no secret, she has always wanted the leash for herself.