(Let me preface this article by telling you that everything you read herein was done by and to me CONSENUALLY by my Husband, I was never forced into any performance or situation against my will.)
Hi, my name is Holli, and until four years ago, I was my husband’s OWNED slave—his sex object—and proud of it. I went straight from being my father’s sex toy, to being married to my husband. I couldn’t afford college once I “ran away” from home at twenty-two, so I quit to be a wife. At twenty-five, I quit working to be a wife, mother, and sex slave. Happily so, until four years ago, but now his toy is defective. And there’s just no sending a forty-one-year-old mother of two back where you got her, not with my history. I suppose that’s as good a place as any to start a story, isn’t it?
(By the way, I LIKE who I am, I like being a Man’s plaything. Most of the time.)
There are more of “us” out there than you would like to believe, not the “weekend” S&M crowd either, Buffy and Ted from down the street with their French tickler and fuzzy handcuffs.(Although, they may be full time “Master and slave” hiding in plain sight.) There are things you could look for, next time you go over for the next “Block Party,” but I’m sworn to secrecy. The thing I most enjoyed was wearing my collar, a clunky steel collar with my slave name and number etched into, 24/7, yet all the compliments I got! And no one ever knew. The “Straights” (regular folks) told themselves outlandish explanations aloud for why an upper middle class white woman was wearing a piece of hinged stainless steel. “And this word here hasi … hesa property of … of ... what does that mean?” There were times I almost choked, trying to hold in my laughter. (After all, composure and decorum are so highly prized in a well-behaved girl.)
“Who sold you to him?” “How, where, who trained you?” “Was it legal?” “Are you insane?” “Your Father’s WHAT”?? “This is fiction, right?” “Are you for real?” ”What the Hell!?!
All questions I will gladly answer, but first, let’s see if this get’s published.
