Picked Off The Dance Floor At 19

I met a guy at my cousin's wedding. Somehow he talked me up to his room. He called me a bitch. And he fucked bitches. So get my pants down and bend over. He pushed my party dress up and pulled my panties down so he could fuck me. I held onto the dresser. He wanted full frontal nudity, to decide if he would keep me overnight. I got fucked again and woke up in his room. He declared that I was his bitch.

I went back to FSU under strict orders to keep my pussy off limits. To remember I was his bitch. A couple of months later a girl showed up. I say a girl, she was twenty five. She let me know he wanted his bitch with him, and to get my stuff together I was leaving with her the next day. I refused, she told me not to disappoint him. He was waiting for me. I also found out she was his wife.

At the house where he lived she put me to work. He wanted me to take care of him and that included sleeping with him. She worked full time so I was home alone all day. I thought many tines about leaving but I never got far. I did my chores, slept with him, was his every day and every night. I returned to school the following semester, but I changed my major to business.

I don't think much about my 'status'. I'm his bitch, or whatever. She's his bitch, except he married her because he only had one bitch at the time. It doesn't bother me, sure when he asks me or she asks me whose bitch I am I answer that I'm his bitch.