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Chapter 4
My Soul Mate
I finally met my soul mate at 18 and he was 19. I always dated older men thinking that they would be able to give me what I was looking for and needed and it was always the opposite result. I mean I was dating men in their late 30’s early 40’s and talk about the disappointment I felt. I was more then ready to settle down now. We dated for about 1 month before he would have sex with me. I tried everything to seduce him, I finally asked him point blank why he didn’t want to fuck me and he responded that he wanted our relationship built on trust and friendship rather then sex. I was taken aback, that was the last thing I expected him to say. I felt ecstatic. After we finally had sex (which meant we fucked like rabbits for a month and it was the sweet innocent kind of sex, that fairytale book characters have) it took only a month for me to move in with him.
We got married and I found myself pregnant. I gave birth and our sex life was still there but getting a bit stale. Fairytale is good but not forever. I think most intelligent people are always looking for more in every aspect of their lives, especially sex. I had some interest in BDSM from prior relations but I never really went anywhere with it. My husband was a shy and timid kind of guy especially when it came to sex and he was always sure never to hurt me in anyway during sex. At the time little did I know that he harbored some of the same ideas and fantasies I did. One day I asked if he would tie me up. Astonished but ever willing to please me he cuffed me and I was incredibly turned on by that. We fucked until dawn. I knew I had to have more, and so did he. We both needed more. The next evening I started to talk about what we did and next thing you know were fucking our brains out. We decided that night that we would be starting a new phase in our sexual relationship.
Our first session was a very touchy one. He didn’t really want to hurt me and I wasn’t all that sure of my pain tolerance. We were young and inexperienced so we went very light not knowing what we liked yet. We tried some spanking, slapping, and humiliation. I found I liked the humiliation a lot. I liked being called whore, slut, cunt, bitch, etc… It especially turned me on when he claimed me as his property and nobody else’s. He also told me if he were to find out I was giving myself to anyone else in any way, shape or form I would truly pay dearly. I almost came when he said that. We played our little games when we could which was quite often, I even tied him up once, and we soon found out that he had no taste for that. He enjoyed being able to control me. So it was forged, I was to be the trainee and him the trainer.
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