Throughout my 7 year marriage I never thought to label myself as a “sub.” Everything I was shown in the media and in porn screamed to me that people identifying that way saw themselves as somehow less than. Even more importantly in my mind, they let their partners and others see them as less than. As someone striving to be strong, successful, intelligent and most importantly independent, letting someone put me in a position lower than them was never an option. So I resisted. My husband respects me so he didn’t push me to be anything I wasn’t comfortable being, which I love about him. However, one hot summer day, I’m not sure what came over him. During our very vanilla couple times a week fuck sesh, he tried something he’d never tried before. Removing one of his hands from my waist, he reached up and took hold of my ponytail, wrapping my auburn curls around his firm hand. I gasped and questioned the feelings I was experiencing.. “Is this okay? Am I okay? Am I in pain? A little.. do I like it? ..yes?” I thoughtlessly let out a small moan that quickly prompted him to push further.. I felt his left hand peel from my hip and wrap tenderly around my throat. I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the new sensations.. As I tilted my head back, leaning into his desires.. he could tell that I was getting close. He’s always been an amazing fuck, but this time was so much.. more. He leaned down and pressed his lips against my earlobe, his right hand still firmly grasping my hair and whispered softly “you don’t cum until I say so okay babygirl?” I bit my lip and cried out, his words nearly pushing me over the edge. I felt warmth dripping down my thighs. He promptly pulled himself out of me, grabbed my waist and in one motion simultaneously rolled me over and pushed me down onto the bed. He tightened his grip around my neck, pulling my face to look at him. “I won’t warn you more than once. You will not cum without my permission, is that clear?” He said with a seriousness in his eyes that I wasn’t expecting. I longed to feel him inside me again so I nodded. He slapped my face.. hard. I was shocked but somehow even more turned on. “Yes what?” Somehow I instantly knew the correct answer “yes Daddy..” I said softly. He smiled and gently grabbed my clit between his thumb and index finger, caressing it slowly. I knew by his soft smile that I had pleased him and he was rewarding me.. once again I let myself fall back into the moment.. Keeping his hand on my throat, I felt his lips press against my thigh, then his teeth. I felt my body clench and I was certain I wouldn’t be able to take much more. His lips found his way to my now very swollen clit and he kissed it ever so gently, making me squirm. He held me down effortlessly with his strong forearm while he used his other hand to slowly insert two of his large fingers into my pussy, quickly pressing upward and caressing me from the inside. I begged him, “please, please may I cum Daddy?” He bit my labia before finally giving me my release, “yes please cum for me babygirl..” he sent me over the edge by suckling my clit while I arched and felt my body give in to his sweet yet firm touch, it was everything I never knew I could want or feel. I called out to him “Oh fuck yes thank you daddy, thank you for letting me cum for you..” as soon as I said the words I felt my body collapse against the mattress. He removed his hands from my throat and throbbing vagina and asked me to taste myself.. I obeyed eagerly, enjoying the feeling of his finger in my mouth. Even though I could hardly lift my head from the pillow, I wondered if there was anything else he would put in my mouth. Instead, he placed a single kiss upon my cheek. “Rest now, you’ve been a good slut and I want you to conserve your energy for me for later.” As he smiled and stepped away to shower, I though happily to myself “Later?” I couldn’t believe what had just happened or who I had let myself become..
His.