I finally realized that I was strong enough to leave an abusive husband that I was pretty strong.
But during our marriage, he showed me a lot of videos of women being tied up and being used and I have to say that it was pretty exciting to watch. All I know is that I didn't want my husband to do that to me. There is a difference between wanting to be tied up and used than getting beaten so bad you had to take vacation at work until the bruises heal. Because they were on my face. I had to do what I needed to do.
As I watched my ex move out of our home, I thought about what I was going to do with my life. That brought me back to those videos that I should have not been excited to watch. Why was I excited to watch them? What was wrong with me?
Way back when Yahoo messenger had a room for alternative sex. I didn't even know what that meant. I ended up talking to this guy who realized I had no experience and said that he would help me to be a sub. I had to learn what that meant because I was primarily looking for sex.
We talked for a few weeks before I had to go out to visit my sister and needed to fly out. He told me to come early. Have a few drinks at the bar, and then meet up with him. I told him the terminal and what I would be wearing and he shared his attire details.
I got to the airport and checked in my bag and went to the bar. At the moment, I had a flight or fight instinct because I tend to not trust people. But he said he really wanted to make me orgasm whether I wanted it or not. At the time, I have never heard of this. But he said, if I make you cum, you got to fuck me. He said he would wear a condom and it wouldn't be in the ass.
It was out of my nature, to meet a strange man who wants to make me cum and just wants to fuck me. I had one drink, and thought I couldn't do it. Then I had another... still couldn't do it. The third drink was the charm. I noticed that my body started responding to what could be coming up. I assumed I would be naked with a stranger licking my cunt and sucking on my clit.
I walked (or stumbled) outside to find a 1970s like van. There were two guys in the front and he was in the back. My brain said, "Don't do it", but my drunk libido said "Have some fun." These guys were strangers and I never did anything like that before. I know it is because of the booze that I drank but it was a turning point for me.
He opened the back door of the van and I saw the bed. It freaked me out a bit but the thought of orgasms made me think of fun and not what I agreed to do. But I was greeted nicely and asked to take my clothes off. He commented on that my cunt was wet. I was embarrassed but dealt with it. He instructed me to lie down and he put my arms and legs into cuffs and then spread me wide. I don't even know if I agreed to this but I didn't have a choice at the moment.
He said "are you ready?" as he closed the door. But I thought a few orgasms and then get fucked. I only had 2 hours before my flight left. So, he went right into my cunt and clit and an orgasm quickly built within a few minutes. After I came, he said, "We are going to take more from you. For the first time, I heard "we"". Then I realized, that I trust people too fast and believe what they say.
