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Straight Female / 34
He's The Master I'm The Wife, Not His Sub
I have always had an independent streak in me, buckling to authority, doing what I'm told, accepting my place touch a nerve and an immediate push back. I was comfortable being alone, I'm not a touchy feely type. I am not a sub type. Or so I thought.
I ran into him at a family reunion. As was my habit I hung out with the men, the women in my family stopped asking me to join them in the kitchen before I was ten. I was 32 when I met him, a friend of a cousin. He came with his Golden Retriever, a she dog that answered to his every command. She hung around him, sitting still while he petted her. I just watched, not really thinking of anything. My mother noticed and she whispered in my ear "that's what you need, a Master to bring you to heel".
"Fuck that shit!" I yelled back at her. Her whisper was now public. I got up saying I was no one's puppy dog. "Wait and see, your day is coming" and my mother walked off. The rest of the afternoon went by in anger, the one thing I did was not talk to that guy. But back at my apartment I kept thinking about that beautiful Retriever at her masters beck and call.
He called me a week later, I met him at the park. He brought his dog with him, we talked, went around for a burger. I kept thinking the entire time about my mother's words, and this man who had me sitting with him. Using his dog as bait. He took me to his place, he was a confirmed 43 year old bachelor. He hadn't met the woman yet with who he wanted to plant his seed. He did kiss me, hold me tight against the wall, grab me by my tits and cupped my crotch, got his cock in my mouth, stripped me and fucked me, and I didn't yell or scream.
I was angry, at myself not him. When he took me out he kept me on a short leash, I pranced and danced, nudging against him. Until he introduced me as his girlfriend, the same his he used when speaking about his dog. Morning, noon, afternoon, night, it didn't matter he left his seed in me. He did impregnate me, just like he said, and I bucked up against him demanding his seed. I'm not his dog, or his bitch, or his at all. I'll take that back, I'm his, just like his dog. Except I'm the bitch that he impregnated. She's the bitch that he takes for a walk in the park.
I ran into him at a family reunion. As was my habit I hung out with the men, the women in my family stopped asking me to join them in the kitchen before I was ten. I was 32 when I met him, a friend of a cousin. He came with his Golden Retriever, a she dog that answered to his every command. She hung around him, sitting still while he petted her. I just watched, not really thinking of anything. My mother noticed and she whispered in my ear "that's what you need, a Master to bring you to heel".
"Fuck that shit!" I yelled back at her. Her whisper was now public. I got up saying I was no one's puppy dog. "Wait and see, your day is coming" and my mother walked off. The rest of the afternoon went by in anger, the one thing I did was not talk to that guy. But back at my apartment I kept thinking about that beautiful Retriever at her masters beck and call.
He called me a week later, I met him at the park. He brought his dog with him, we talked, went around for a burger. I kept thinking the entire time about my mother's words, and this man who had me sitting with him. Using his dog as bait. He took me to his place, he was a confirmed 43 year old bachelor. He hadn't met the woman yet with who he wanted to plant his seed. He did kiss me, hold me tight against the wall, grab me by my tits and cupped my crotch, got his cock in my mouth, stripped me and fucked me, and I didn't yell or scream.
I was angry, at myself not him. When he took me out he kept me on a short leash, I pranced and danced, nudging against him. Until he introduced me as his girlfriend, the same his he used when speaking about his dog. Morning, noon, afternoon, night, it didn't matter he left his seed in me. He did impregnate me, just like he said, and I bucked up against him demanding his seed. I'm not his dog, or his bitch, or his at all. I'll take that back, I'm his, just like his dog. Except I'm the bitch that he impregnated. She's the bitch that he takes for a walk in the park.
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