When A Man Makes You His, You Are His, So Show It Off

As a corporate drone working in HR I got pushed up against a desk one night after dark and he ran himself up my dark hole in the back. I was prepared for him running me through up front, but that's not how it went down that night.

Once you are back door fucked you don't have a chance. He owns you outright and that's the way it was with me. He wanted vagina, a lot and I let him have all the vagina he wanted. And more. I wanted him to come see me, I wanted him to feel me up, I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't resist.

I made the mistake of thinking that was my dick. I got that wrong, while I was his chick, he had rights to fuck other girls. So the only way to keep him on me, was to just keep him coming back. That's the way I rationalized it. I belonged to him, so he got what he owned. If he wanted to he could brand me.

We went to this party and this one chick had a guy's name tattooed on her neck. I noticed, how couldn't I notice. This chick knew who she belonged to. I liked that. I talked to her she was hispanic but third generation, and her man was a cop. That sounded so good, my man was a corporate drone, not a real man like hers. That was the first time I called him my man, to someone else.

I agreed to have his full name on my backside, below the bikini line. Just for him to see. Later, I mean several months later, I had his first name tattooed on my breast above the bra line. A birthday g*ft. Fuck it, when you belong to a man you belong to a man. I want the ring and all the other stuff. But he's holding back, says I'm too young still.