Rob and I got married six years ago, and even though he
knew I was into bondage, he never really warmed up to the idea of dominating
me. I longed to be taken and used, but my desires went unfulfilled.
I could no longer be in a relationship that did not meet my sexual needs.
I told him one day after work that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked.
"I am not fulfilled sexually," I replied.
"You know I like bondage, but you never give me what I want. I need
to be satisfied."
"I'm sorry, but you knew when we got married I was
not into it," he replied.
"I thought maybe you would grow to accept it and at
least try to satisfy me," I said. "I'm sorry it has to come to
this, but I just cannot go on not being fulfilled. I need this."
We came to an amicable arrangement and finalized our
divorce fairly quickly. I didn't hate him at all. I still
considered him my friend, but I needed more. He was understanding, and
even though he was upset that we had parted, he understood and wished me
well. I do have to admit it was tough for the first month or so not
having him around. I just kept reminding myself that I needed more and he
was never going to give it to me.
I had bought a few items to use on myself just so I could
have some sort of enjoyment fantasizing about my fetish. I bought a
collar, some nipple clamps and a double dildo. I would watch videos of
women being used and abused sexually with my toys attached to me as I imagined
it was me they were using. My favorite thing was to have my nipples
clamped down tight, sending tingles down to my pussy. Just the thought of
having my clamps on made me wet.
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