Okay – I read em. I actually read all 3. Why? Cause I’m a bit OCD in that I am compelled to finish what I start. Were they awful? Well, yes. In a fundamental literary sense they were absolutely yucky.
I was ready to be titillated, shocked, enthralled even. But ya know what? I found them to be extremely tame. I know, I know. Everyone else in the world seems to think that they are full of hot, wild sex. Not me. No sir.
I’m owned property. I didn’t sign a contract. I don’t constantly give consent. Once my husband I and had that talk, he became my owner and I become his (willing and mostly happy) property. It’s a 24/7 gig.
I wear the clothes he likes. He picks out my panties daily, if he doesn’t pick em out, I don’t wear any. I work because he allows me and I have a career because he supports it. I have rules that I follow and Daddy has a lot of input on the friends that I have. I ask permission to go shopping, see movies, knit, hang with friends or have snacks, drinks and desserts.
And the sex. It’s what and how Daddy wants. Sometimes I get to cum and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes it’s do rough I’m sore for days and other times it’s just hours. I get tied up, clamps are used – so all manner of store bought and handmade toys. Daddy is quite the creative Owner.
And do I find this wrong or some sort of flaw that needs to be changed? Hell no! I chose to live my life this way, for Daddy to take the lead and be in charge. We have never been happier. Yeah, so he’s a sadist and I’m not a masochist (I’m a sadist too)….he loves to hurt me and listen to the noises and sometimes see the tears. I like to make him happy.
It works for us. And it sure as hell isn’t life as depicted in those books.