Men, Listen! A Woman Can Tie You To Them For Eternity

I am a so called progressive woman of the lesbian persuasion. I went to Northwestern and graduated with a degree in Journalism and work as a free lance contributor. I also have a 'real' job to pay the bills.

Along came Ellen, a younger model of myself, alone and hungry for physical attention, a loud spoken lesbian. She was not so much company as a sex object. But the sex was satisfying, although she wanted to be on top and that goes against my nature. In a battle of wills I slapped her on the cheek. Immediately I apologized but she said I had a right to do that, she had been a bit forward. Good to be put in her place, she told me.

Ellen is one of those women who talks the talk and likes to be spanked and lorded over. The harder the spanking the better, and if she has to clean up afterwards, clean the bathroom and kitchen, she does it waiting to be corrected. I had never met an Ellen before, just talked about them. I found that spanking her bare handed on her bare bottom was my thing, I did not like using a wooden spoon or a paddle. Flesh to flesh. I ate her, spread eagled on the kitchen table.

One day I just said fuck it, and I asked her to leave and not come back to bother me. The whole dominating rituals and the spankings and pinching didn't really do much for me, I want to be on top, but that means doing the kissing and grabbing. Not hitting.

Why I told a friend of mine, male, about Ellen I can't fathom. I told him and he listened and told me to bend over. What? I yelled at him, Fuck YOU I yelled, but he took off his belt anyway and told me to bend over the desk. Do what your told, and I bent over. I got five licks, across my backside, with my jeans on. He held my face with one hand and told me that I was going to please him, come hell or high water. From now on, I cleaned his toilet and folded his laundry.

I left and went home still cussing. When the next time he grabbed at his belt I automatically bent over. He didn't use his belt, he told me to clean his office furniture. He stood over me, directing, picking this spot and that spot for me to do over. From time to time he reached up between my legs and grabbed my crotch and told me his dick was getting hard and I needed to finish up so he could fuck me.

I bent over the desk again with my pants around my ankles, he fucked me and ejaculated in me. I got a big swat with his hand on my bear bottom. From now on I was to wear 'pretty' panties, not those lesbian drawers, and shave my pussy. I had my schedule, on Wednesdays I did laundry, on Fridays vacuum. On Saturdays I got groceries, on Sundays I cooked for him. I wore pretty panties, not always with anything else on. I got my ass swatted, and my tits groped, and my vagina fucked. And I did get down on my knees and call him Master.

I didn't really understand what was happening or why I was behaving like 'Ellen'. I got the belt once in a while, usually now with my pants off on my bear ass so he could leave his mark on me. I didn't much like kissing, but he kissed me when he was fucking me face to face. I asked him many times why he picked me and he told me I was pretty worthless as a lesbian and learning my place with a man was good for me.

One day, after laundry and all the clothes were safely away in their drawers, I took off all my clothes, and asked him if he thought I was woman enough for him. Or if he still needed the belt to keep me in line. What I didn't tell him is that I had decided to let nature take its course with me. I didn't redress, remained naked. "Look at me, look at me. Look at me, I've got tits and ass and pussy, I have hips and a clean face and I shave my pussy. I wear my hair the way you like it. Look at me, look at me. See, I'm a woman."

All I got out of it was more fucking and cleaning up the kitchen. I'm not Ellen. I'm a pleaser which is worse. I can't walk away, I'm stuck here. I do the cooking and cleaning. If nature works its way with me I'm tying him to me. For eternity. He'll never be able to leave, because I'm going to be the mother of his children.