It Happens, One Day A Man Takes Over And Your Belong To Him

This happens more than you think. I worked retail and got off at nine. We parked in the back of the lot, so that customers got the better spots. I walked out to my car, nine was dark at that time of the year, I was thinking about something, while looking for my keys. I had made the same walk so many times. A man was approaching me from behind, in a hoody with a heavy something in his hand. I heard someone shout out, HEY, MISS, RUN and the NOW. The man that yelled was running across the parking lot, and the man that was behind me was running away.

I don't know why this happens. But I never again walked to my car alone. The man walked me to my car and made sure I was in and locked and seat belt on before he let me leave. He waited for me when I came to work. Same thing. He went with me to lunch, which was whenever I got my thirty minutes off. He talked to me, after a while it was 'honey' and 'sweetheart' and 'no one hurts my baby girl'.

We were getting a pizza slice and I stepped back a little and I was in his arms, holding me against his chest. It was warm and he held me tight. I pulled his hands around me and standing like that I ordered my slice. We went to sit down and I asked him why he took care of me. He said that the old Chinese saying was that when he interfered with my path, he was now responsible for me. Like he had given me birth, or something close to that. I was now his responsibility, for my well being and all that.

I lost any problem with his invading deep into my space. He could touch me if he wanted to, or tell me how to behave. He straightened out my coat, and more than once more he put his arms around me and held me tight. When he did I hugged his arms and laid my head back against him. And one time I turned around inside his arms and put my arms around his waist.

I wasn't a school girl or anything like that, I was a grown woman, mid twenties, on my own and when he laid me down before him and slowly undressed me I lay there and arched my back when he opened and took off my bra, offering my breasts to him. When he pulled off my pants, I arched my back and offered him my pussy. When he got on me and made his entry known, I held on tight to him with my legs, and my arms around his neck. I made my hips work in tandem with him so he could go as deep as he could before he spit his seed in me.

For me, that was the moment when I truly did belong to him, for him to take care of and worry about my wellbeing. I belong to him now. I live with him, and he gave me permission to have a couple of kids for him. During the day, when all the things that we live by we talk about, he is the man that takes care of me. In the night, when he needs to be close to me, he is the man that owns me for that. I still to this day offer up my breasts to him, and arch my back offering up my pussy for him. I don't even think about it. That belongs to him.