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Women Only
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Straight Female / 34
I Think I'm Straight Now
So I finished high school in 2010 and went to college. I was unattached and didn't know what I was looking for. At home I had a reputation for being bossy and hard headed, so my mother gave me a lecture about keeping my mouth shut and my opinions to myself. It's hard when you hear the ridiculous things people are saying. I slowly gravitated towards the LGBT side of things, with another freshman girl. We had our first experience with each other and thought we had fallen in love and we are all adult and everything.
In the LGBT club we ran into professional activist and their message didn't sit with my experience, or my girlfriend's experience either. We both had loving and caring grandfathers and fathers who were always right, meant well and took care of us. It wasn't until we were in college that we started to run into the so called toxic males (most of which were gay). So, we just went off on our own to figure out what we were doing.
By our junior year we were both worried about our future. We didn't want to be some poor social worker and lesbian. We didn't even want to be lesbian. But our inner self wouldn't let us have a relationship with a guy who would be serious. So we stayed together.
In my senior year I met a guy who had done it all and been everywhere, and he was way more mature than any of the college kids. But he was proverbial male, a wife at home with seven kids and a puppy, washing clothes and dishes. He was vocal about it, 'you want to be a wife, better start cooking'. I did not realize he was talking directly at me. I didn't want to, and felt he was imposing his male authority on me, but he had me doing his laundry. And walking behind him, which made absolutely no sense to me.
Why should he walk three steps a head and I follow like some Japanese Geisha. When we got towards the middle of my last semester he told me, marriage was only going to happen when i got it through my head that I was the cocksucker and he was the mother fucker. So get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to him to suck his cock, come on, show him I was wife material. I refused. Until I didn't and I crawled over to him and sucked his cock and he kissed me. He took me 'involuntarily', and he mother fucked me. Now I was marriage material, and he married me at the courthouse, two weeks before graduation.
My parents were elated, I had finally come to my senses and married a man who could take care of me. Thanks for the vote of confidence. "Does he want children?" The question should have been addressed to me, "Did I want children?". It was no longer my decision, he was going to do whatever he wanted to do with me and like a Geisha I would walk behind him, pushing a baby carriage.
I am pretty much housebroken. I don't work outside the home, I stay home to make and take care of children. He helps me, but he isn't going to do some things. He does not cook or do laundry, those are strictly for women. He doesn't breast feed either, that's on me too. But he brings home the bacon and we live better than my parents. He has his check deposited in the joint account and I spend the money. If he needs money, he asks me for it. He has credit cards, but he doesn't use them without clearing it with me. I'm the keeper of the keys and the checkbook.
I do crawl to him to give him a blowjob, I do present myself for him to fuck me. Both are women's thing. I choose and buy his clothes and if I buy anything for myself or the children we model them for his approval. Same with haircuts and nail color. In our house, where I live, he's the man of the house, and I have the leash in my hand. I am very careful what I say or how I say it. I realized that day that I don't want to be told about him being the mother fucker. I know that, but I don't want to hear it.
In the LGBT club we ran into professional activist and their message didn't sit with my experience, or my girlfriend's experience either. We both had loving and caring grandfathers and fathers who were always right, meant well and took care of us. It wasn't until we were in college that we started to run into the so called toxic males (most of which were gay). So, we just went off on our own to figure out what we were doing.
By our junior year we were both worried about our future. We didn't want to be some poor social worker and lesbian. We didn't even want to be lesbian. But our inner self wouldn't let us have a relationship with a guy who would be serious. So we stayed together.
In my senior year I met a guy who had done it all and been everywhere, and he was way more mature than any of the college kids. But he was proverbial male, a wife at home with seven kids and a puppy, washing clothes and dishes. He was vocal about it, 'you want to be a wife, better start cooking'. I did not realize he was talking directly at me. I didn't want to, and felt he was imposing his male authority on me, but he had me doing his laundry. And walking behind him, which made absolutely no sense to me.
Why should he walk three steps a head and I follow like some Japanese Geisha. When we got towards the middle of my last semester he told me, marriage was only going to happen when i got it through my head that I was the cocksucker and he was the mother fucker. So get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to him to suck his cock, come on, show him I was wife material. I refused. Until I didn't and I crawled over to him and sucked his cock and he kissed me. He took me 'involuntarily', and he mother fucked me. Now I was marriage material, and he married me at the courthouse, two weeks before graduation.
My parents were elated, I had finally come to my senses and married a man who could take care of me. Thanks for the vote of confidence. "Does he want children?" The question should have been addressed to me, "Did I want children?". It was no longer my decision, he was going to do whatever he wanted to do with me and like a Geisha I would walk behind him, pushing a baby carriage.
I am pretty much housebroken. I don't work outside the home, I stay home to make and take care of children. He helps me, but he isn't going to do some things. He does not cook or do laundry, those are strictly for women. He doesn't breast feed either, that's on me too. But he brings home the bacon and we live better than my parents. He has his check deposited in the joint account and I spend the money. If he needs money, he asks me for it. He has credit cards, but he doesn't use them without clearing it with me. I'm the keeper of the keys and the checkbook.
I do crawl to him to give him a blowjob, I do present myself for him to fuck me. Both are women's thing. I choose and buy his clothes and if I buy anything for myself or the children we model them for his approval. Same with haircuts and nail color. In our house, where I live, he's the man of the house, and I have the leash in my hand. I am very careful what I say or how I say it. I realized that day that I don't want to be told about him being the mother fucker. I know that, but I don't want to hear it.
