WHY I WAS NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE DECISIONS, AND IT�
t's been since the 90's since I even made a single decision during a relationship, that involved more than being a fag and buying my girl cute skirts and things at the mall, or grocery shopping. This all started before a Domme/sub status was acknowledged, though we both already knew our roles.
It was a summer day around 1998 when I was shopping in a new store, expensive store at that, and bought a bunch of furnishings and her some clothes and bracelets, and used the money Stacy had given me for the bills, close to $1400. The electric was cut off the rent was due, and my girlfriend's car payment was now going to be late. I was stripped of bank and credit cards and given little cash, to buy only what I was told, and she had a guy she knew down the street come and check on me daily, often taking me back to his house to do his laundry and wash his car. (as payment for bothering him with my dumb self). He did give hints that he had been fucking her for a long time, but I wasn't going to question anyone about anything at this point.
Two weeks after this, we were at a club in Nashville, where she always danced and I always just sat, drink and pay for what she tells me to. Some huge Latino guy kept hitting on her and she just wasn't in the mood, and sent him to our table to see me about it. All I did was get a scared look on my face, knowing I have never fought anyone and would get my ass kicked in a second. He said “ Are you this stupid cunt's husband or boyfriend or what? You going to say anything dumb ass?” I said nothing, but she overheard him call her a stupid cunt, and a guy at another table, finally stood up to protect her, with a look of disgust on his face for me. She was so mad, she whispered to me “don't ever plan on fucking me, eating me, sucking a tit or even looking at me naked from here on out. If we get married, you can stay in an adjoining room and I will fuck a bull cock and hope I get knocked up.” All I said was “OK.” She also said if I wanted to end the relationship, as she suspected I would, to go the fuck on right then. I just got a confused look on my face and asked why I would do that? She just shook her head and went back to dancing, and the rest of the night she was letting guys feel down her panties and they would taste their finger. I was told to go home before she was ready, but I'm pretty sure she sucked the one guy's cock in his car when the club closed. She got home about 4am, and I was so nervous she would hit me, so I asked if she wanted me to cook her breakfast before she laid down. She giggled saying “No, I already ate.”
** THERE IS ABOUT 2 MORE YEARS TO TELL ABOUT MY TIME WITH HER SO I WILL SPLIT THE STORIES UP **
It was a summer day around 1998 when I was shopping in a new store, expensive store at that, and bought a bunch of furnishings and her some clothes and bracelets, and used the money Stacy had given me for the bills, close to $1400. The electric was cut off the rent was due, and my girlfriend's car payment was now going to be late. I was stripped of bank and credit cards and given little cash, to buy only what I was told, and she had a guy she knew down the street come and check on me daily, often taking me back to his house to do his laundry and wash his car. (as payment for bothering him with my dumb self). He did give hints that he had been fucking her for a long time, but I wasn't going to question anyone about anything at this point.
Two weeks after this, we were at a club in Nashville, where she always danced and I always just sat, drink and pay for what she tells me to. Some huge Latino guy kept hitting on her and she just wasn't in the mood, and sent him to our table to see me about it. All I did was get a scared look on my face, knowing I have never fought anyone and would get my ass kicked in a second. He said “ Are you this stupid cunt's husband or boyfriend or what? You going to say anything dumb ass?” I said nothing, but she overheard him call her a stupid cunt, and a guy at another table, finally stood up to protect her, with a look of disgust on his face for me. She was so mad, she whispered to me “don't ever plan on fucking me, eating me, sucking a tit or even looking at me naked from here on out. If we get married, you can stay in an adjoining room and I will fuck a bull cock and hope I get knocked up.” All I said was “OK.” She also said if I wanted to end the relationship, as she suspected I would, to go the fuck on right then. I just got a confused look on my face and asked why I would do that? She just shook her head and went back to dancing, and the rest of the night she was letting guys feel down her panties and they would taste their finger. I was told to go home before she was ready, but I'm pretty sure she sucked the one guy's cock in his car when the club closed. She got home about 4am, and I was so nervous she would hit me, so I asked if she wanted me to cook her breakfast before she laid down. She giggled saying “No, I already ate.”
** THERE IS ABOUT 2 MORE YEARS TO TELL ABOUT MY TIME WITH HER SO I WILL SPLIT THE STORIES UP **
12 years ago
