I Like Being The Pussy In The Relationship

Being a home schooled brat I had never been around men other than my father, my mother was a very dominant woman and my father hid away at work. They got divorced when I was ten. When I was twelve my mother slapped me with her bare hand between my legs. She told me I wasn't born with balls but I had to grow a pair. Men were bullies but once they understood who wore the pants they sniffled and got out of the way, a necessary evil.

I was nineteen when I caught my mother eating out a secretary from her office. They were in the living room, the secretary on the couch with her legs wide apart and my mother on her knees with her face in her pussy. It didn't surprise me.

After college I went to work for Caterpillar in Cleveland. I got manhandled by a very dominant man. He fucked me. No permission required, he wanted me and he had me. I had never been around a dominant man like that and he fucked me pretty much whenever he wanted. He gave me instructions to keep coffee for him in my apartment, and beer. I also kept changes of clothes for him. He asked for a key to my apartment and he came over at all hours of the night.

My mother met him after a year and she wrote me off, told me that I was a pussy and that man was going to fuck me until he got tired of me. By then my mother was living with a woman she had met at a lawyer's convention. That first meeting my man friend put it over on her, she got mad and left.

I made up my mind that for me I wanted a man who wore the pants, I liked being the pussy. I guess I took after my father. The man I married is that kind of man.