Bi-Sexual Female / 29
The Day The Man Imposed His 'Authority' Over Me
I'm a liberated, progressive, feminist, passably an active lesbian. Things between me and a friend got along and he asked me out. He's black. I have to say it. I told this man in my life, the man who treats me like I'm his to boss around. He went ape shit, gave me a lecture and said out loud "I am now imposing my authority over you". Followed with the proverbial "do you understand?"
I have reporting responsibility as to where I am. Permission to go and come. I have a tracker on my phone and in my purse. I don't 'date' black men, or even appear to. He has no room for that. I got my 'fucking' to put me in my place and it's "yes sir" and all that. I hang on him when we are out, make sure on other man or woman don't think I'm alone or anything like that.
I make the bed after sex, I don't like sleeping on the wet spot, so that means he has to give me time to get it done. I'm doing more shaving now, I used to not unless I was going out. He likes me in tight briefs underwear, my pussy cupped. There is a lot to learn about what he likes and dislikes. He's the man, so it's my place to adapt to him. Yes sir, Honey, Dear I call him all three. He calls me Baby and SweetPea and 'woman' when he wants to fuck. I must still be unreliable because he fucks me and fucks me and I open my legs to get fucked some more.
I've started to wear dresses, almost exclusively and fem up. I know the smile and look of a dyke, but I know better than to return it. I have a man now. I will turn thirty in a couple of months and I want to surprise him with baby announcement, so I've been off everything and I'm open for the season. The stick says yes, the lost period says yes, but you know you have to make certain, because a man doesn't want a maybe, he wants to know for a fact that his baby is in me.
In a way I'm on hiatus from all the progressive stuff (he is not believe me, he is MAGA all the way) and I have had to put off my lesbian playtime as well. He has rumored to me that he is going to buy this acreage property to stash me away in. But so far he hasn't found the right place, so we live here in town with the lesbian and gay bars and the Gay Pride parade was a block away.
I want a son for him. A big bouncing boy for him. I want him to be named Jake after his father and then follow up with a blonde blue eyed little girl for me.
I have reporting responsibility as to where I am. Permission to go and come. I have a tracker on my phone and in my purse. I don't 'date' black men, or even appear to. He has no room for that. I got my 'fucking' to put me in my place and it's "yes sir" and all that. I hang on him when we are out, make sure on other man or woman don't think I'm alone or anything like that.
I make the bed after sex, I don't like sleeping on the wet spot, so that means he has to give me time to get it done. I'm doing more shaving now, I used to not unless I was going out. He likes me in tight briefs underwear, my pussy cupped. There is a lot to learn about what he likes and dislikes. He's the man, so it's my place to adapt to him. Yes sir, Honey, Dear I call him all three. He calls me Baby and SweetPea and 'woman' when he wants to fuck. I must still be unreliable because he fucks me and fucks me and I open my legs to get fucked some more.
I've started to wear dresses, almost exclusively and fem up. I know the smile and look of a dyke, but I know better than to return it. I have a man now. I will turn thirty in a couple of months and I want to surprise him with baby announcement, so I've been off everything and I'm open for the season. The stick says yes, the lost period says yes, but you know you have to make certain, because a man doesn't want a maybe, he wants to know for a fact that his baby is in me.
In a way I'm on hiatus from all the progressive stuff (he is not believe me, he is MAGA all the way) and I have had to put off my lesbian playtime as well. He has rumored to me that he is going to buy this acreage property to stash me away in. But so far he hasn't found the right place, so we live here in town with the lesbian and gay bars and the Gay Pride parade was a block away.
I want a son for him. A big bouncing boy for him. I want him to be named Jake after his father and then follow up with a blonde blue eyed little girl for me.
