Finding Out That I'm The Wife In The Relationship

I came out to my parents in high school. I went to a liberal small college and got a degree in Fine Arts. After college I returned home for economic reasons and worked as a receptionist in a law office. I was out with some friends at a bar which hosted lesbians at happy hour and I ran into on of the female lawyers and she called me out. If I was there by mistake, it was lesbian happy hour, or was I there looking to get laid. I told her I was there with friends.

She took over and I had to sit with her and after a couple of drinks she started putting her hands on me, wanting to dance, and reaching over and kissing me. I tried to leave but she held me down by the wrist and told me I was hers that night. I asked to go the ladies' room and she told me there weren't any ladies there, just horny dykes looking for a girl to break in. She went with me to the women's bathroom, there wasn't a men's bathroom at that club. She went into the stall with me and insisted on wiping me after I peed. Then we traded places and while she peed she grabbed my hips and pushed her nose between my legs.

After I had to wipe her, and she held my hand tight against her pussy, she told me I was going home with her so don't get any ideas. When I tried to complain she told she was the dyke and she didn't like little girls complaining. I spent the night with her, and everything a dyke does she did to me, including forcing me to eat her fifty year old pussy. The next morning, it was Saturday so we didn't have to go to work she let me know that I was hers and she wasn't going to share with any other dyke at work or anywhere else.

Six months later she had me get a matching tattoo with her. She also put a wedding band on me to signal to other women that I was taken. I slept at her place six out of every seven nights. I no longer resisted when she kissed me or hugged me or got me up in her bosom. I sucked her nipples, and ate her pussy and spread my legs and bent over. She sucked on my 'tits' and felt me up. I helped her with upkeep in her apartment, my job was the bathroom and she did the kitchen and wouldn't trade, it was her prerogative to have me do the bathroom. She bought me clothes, sex clothes, tight pushup bras and tiny thongs that barely covered anything. I went out with her, and I didn't go out with anyone else. For my birthday she bought me an eternity collar. By then I had been tattooed with her initials over my heart.

One day I told my mother I needed to leave town, get away. She helped me and sent me to her lesbian cousin in D.C. A woman about the same age, she had a pet of her own. I met a woman there and told her about my story and she found a j*weler to cut the eternity necklace off. She also took me to get a tattoo artist to 'erase' her initials by expanding on the tattoo with a butterfly. The tattoo on my behind was cute enough and my new friend liked it so it stayed. I woke up one day with my new friend and she told me that if I was going to stay then I had to wear the ring. I got married in a sunrise ceremony and adopted her name.

I can't help it that I am a pushover and I am attracted to alpha females, at least my wife isn't fifty, she is thirty five, ten years older. In college I was never such a sub, I eat pussy at the breakfast table and I do the bathrooms and the kitchen now. I'm a stay at home wife. It seems that the new status symbol, affording to keep a wife at home. We are talking about me putting out a couple of kids, her brother will be the donor of the sperm. It may not be clinical either. He has made it clear that he is going to deliver the sperm in my vagina, no outside handling required.