Straight Female / 30
I Married A Mama's Boy
I was at the time the HR girl at work. I turned 29 and out of some sort of dark humor, I sent two pictures to my supervisor, of me naked at 19 and then at 29, which one did he like better. He didn't laugh, or seem interested, he came down on me hard. For violating company rules, for exposing myself like that naked, for even thinking he would think that was a good idea. Boy, had I uncovered something.
So first off, it turned out he saw me as personal property. He had me on a pedestal. Some form of perfect woman. He got to the point of telling me that I would never again do that, have naked pictures of me. When he found out I had dozens and dozens of selfies and pictures taken with other girls, he forced me to wipe them off my phone. He didn't want anyone seeing me naked. Well what about a doctor? That's different, he told me.
I asked him, seeing that he saw me as personal property, what was he going to do about it? If he wanted me to do what he said, then I would need a ring on my finger. I went with him, I followed him, on foot, to the courthouse and when the judge asked me if I was there freely, I said yes and got married.
He was embarrassed to see me naked in person. I had to 'force' him into fulfilling his masculine duties. He was embarrassed to tell people he was married. He had a hard time telling his mother. I spread my legs in the kitchen, on the couch in the living room, in bed before nighty night time. I showed him tits and ass, all the time. And forced him to fulfill his masculine duties. When I met his mother, it all came together. Yes, ma'am, I had married a mama's boy.
So first off, it turned out he saw me as personal property. He had me on a pedestal. Some form of perfect woman. He got to the point of telling me that I would never again do that, have naked pictures of me. When he found out I had dozens and dozens of selfies and pictures taken with other girls, he forced me to wipe them off my phone. He didn't want anyone seeing me naked. Well what about a doctor? That's different, he told me.
I asked him, seeing that he saw me as personal property, what was he going to do about it? If he wanted me to do what he said, then I would need a ring on my finger. I went with him, I followed him, on foot, to the courthouse and when the judge asked me if I was there freely, I said yes and got married.
He was embarrassed to see me naked in person. I had to 'force' him into fulfilling his masculine duties. He was embarrassed to tell people he was married. He had a hard time telling his mother. I spread my legs in the kitchen, on the couch in the living room, in bed before nighty night time. I showed him tits and ass, all the time. And forced him to fulfill his masculine duties. When I met his mother, it all came together. Yes, ma'am, I had married a mama's boy.
