I'm A Submissive, I Know It, It's My Nature And I Like It
If you tell someone of the feminist class it was r**e. I was the victim. But somehow that r**e turned me into a permissive submissive little fuck for him.
It all happened after a party at a friends place, a cousin of hers was in town and she had some people over. One of the guys there, a neighbor of the hostess, started to enforce his attention on me. I found myself alone with him in the kitchen where he kissed me and grabbed me by the 'pussy' and mouthed my tits in my blouse. Without letting go of my pussy he asked me if I was ready, he was hard and he needed pussy and if I kept my mouth shut he would go ahead and fuck me. It was me holding onto the kitchen sink border, he was behind me with my dress up and panties down and his dick in me. What a way I thought, to lose your virginity.
After the 'fuck', he put me down on my knees to wipe his cock clean with my mouth.
I didn't feel sorry for myself until after I was back in my apartment. I thought about cleaning myself up, but I remembered that you had to not do that, so that they could run the r**e kit. But who was I kidding, it was already two in the morning, I wasn't going down to the ER for a r**e kit, I would go in the morning. I did not clean myself, I woke up sticky and icky. I went to the toilet and before I ever realized it I had wiped myself. Truthfully at that moment I thought I had ruined it, cleaned myself. It did not cross my mind that the whole thing was about finding semen in your vagina. I didn't go the the ER. I called my friend and asked who he was, and where did he come from.
It was only a few weeks later that it got out that he had gotten a piece of ass that night, and by deduction, my friend landed on me. She asked me. We talked and she told me that I wasn't made for a man like him. He could get very aggressive and women he dated usually were one and done with him. Leave it be, a one night stand, call it for what it was. But I couldn't leave it, I was soon over at his apartment cleaning up the sink of dishes and straightening out the mess in the living, and I bought a pair of rubber gloves and cleaning supplies and cleaned his bathroom, so I could use it without gagging.
I cooked a couple of times a week, when he told me to have dinner ready. Of course I slept there, without panties on, and my butt in the air. I sucked cock, and showered with him, and he kept his hand over my shoulder grabbing my boob for good measure. He liked to 'spank' my ass in front of other people, he liked to pull me up to him and kiss me. I cleaned up after him, and when we were in a group I looked after him. No I did not suck his cock in public, not that he didn't ask for it.
I was the perfect girlfriend, don't ask questions, just do what he wanted. And if that meant going out dancing with a short dress and commando, I shaved myself so at least I didn't look unkept down there. I didn't care who saw my bare ass, or my tits, or whatever. I was his girl and that's how he showed me off to his friends. It was going on nine months since I met him when at a party at the house of my same friend where I met him, she asked him point blank if he was going to marry me. Shame or a threat or a challenge, he took me down to the courthouse and we got a marriage license, and I got married at the park with an internet minister. I sucked his cock that night, the way a wife does, on her knees before him.
