How I Met My Spouse

I was a freshman and went with another girl to a frat party. There was a lot to drink. I woke up on the floor in an apartment with a dog collar around my neck, a leash tied to the leg of the coffee table. Without pants or panties on and a guy asleep on the couch in his boxers. The collar chocked me and it took a while to take it off. I felt like vomiting and found the bathroom and vomited. After washing my face and rinsing out my mouth I noticed several love bites on my neck and my breast. I sat on the toilet, there was evidence of semen on my leg and in my vagina.

I wrapped a towel around my waist but couldn't find my pants or my purse. I looked in the bedrooms and we were alone. I woke him up, he was hung over too. He told me his name, I asked him if he had fucked me. He said he didn't know. After he showered and got dressed he looked for my clothes but didn't find them. He loaned me a pair of boxers and a pair of shorts. It was then that I realized I didn't have ant shoes either.

He drove me back to my dorm and covered me until we got to my room. He sat on my bed while I changed, he wouldn't leave. We went to IHOP for breakfast.

That's how I met him, as far as I'm concerned he is the guy that fucked me. We never found my clothes, shoes or my purse. No one at the frat party remembers us leaving, no one remembers the dog collar or the leash. He decided, after we were both sober and awake, he decided that until further notice I was to consider myself his girlfriend.

I spent everyday from that day until now as his girlfriend, and then wife once I graduated.