In college I ended up in a sexual relationship with a man. It was definitely power man and submissive woman. The submissive role during sex I liked, including getting spanked. The problem was that I resented the submissive role in my day to day relationship. When I started to resist him it quickly turned to sex and I reverted to the pleaser and accepted his authority. I asked him if he really wanted a girlfriend who couldn't make up her own mind or do things on her own, his answer was ask permission and he would decide. In the meantime do what he asked and stop complaining.

After I graduated, I asked him if I could be his wife, I couldn't continue being his girlfriend. I always felt that he relented on that request and said OK, but he wasn't inclined to get married, to me or anyone else. Once married I resisted with all my might any suggestion of divorce, which he threatened me with. Once married you stay married. I slowly started to figure out that in the end I held some of the reins, he was actually in love with me and he wasn't ever going to divorce me, he was all bluff. In sex I continued to accept my role and submitted to him totally. Day to day I played the role, and asked permission, and did what he wanted, but I could wear him down and get some of the things I needed, like a real house.

He will not move to hurt me, he loves me, of that I am sure. I am the submissive partner in my marriage and sexually submissive in all respects, but he has a kink in his armor and I exploit it when I need to. The trick is making him think it is his decision. He does what I need if I ask permissions in the right way, for example if I want to got to a show, I ask permission to go alone, he denies me, I pout around and beg him over and over for permission, until he gives me permission to go with my mother or one of my sisters, or he takes me. I get what I want, but he made the decision.

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