My name is Barbara. My mildly religious upbringing taught me that a woman should be herself but always be submissive to her husband. My Dad treated Mom like a queen and, while she was very independent and free with her opinions, whatever Dad decided or wanted is what was done. Mom instilled in me the virtue and benefit of being beholden to a husband. I was also taught that sex is a wondrous thing but only between man and wife. A husband and his wife should do anything they please, especially if it was what the husband wants. But until marriage there should be no sex beyond kissing, dancing or holding hands.
This was how I lived my life through my dating years of high school and beyond, and it worked well. I found that the boys I dated were much more pleased when they were in charge and treated me better than when they weren't. Fighting off sex was a bit of a struggle... probably triggered by my 36C breasts – very prominent for my #4 dress size. All the boys tried hard to play with them and to get in my pants, but in the end they respected me in a way for not allowing it. I did struggle with my own sexual urges looking at their hard bodies, tight butts, and wondering what it was exactly they had in their pants. Though that was alleviated after a friend taught me about fingering myself and playing with my clitoris to achieve that stupendous feeling of getting off.
I first dated my future husband, Ken (please, no Ken and Barbie jokes), when I was 21. My relations with men still rang true with Ken. Ken was a great hunk and partner and, though he was demanding, which didn't go against my submissive bent, I decided he was the one. When I was 22 and Ken was 24 we got engaged. We slotted our wedding exactly one year after our engagement. During that year I'll have to admit that I fudged a little on the sex thing. I let Ken take my virginity one month in and we had intercourse a half-dozen times. Ken was a lot more experienced and taught me almost everything I now know about sex. He knew how to pleasure a girl and I discovered that while rubbing my clitoris was great, it paled against a large penis in my vagina. He also taught me that, in line with the obedience thing, a girl's primary role is to make sure her man is happy. I agreed with that and our marriage began with me being enthusiastic for sex and wanting to please Ken.
It didn't take long for my subordination to morph into subservience – starting on our honeymoon. After our vows we flew to a resort, checked into a hotel and planned for a celebratory dinner. As we were getting ready, Ken told me exactly what to wear... not asked, told... and not suggestions, but exactly – what clothes, their precise color, what makeup, how to do my hair, etc. "But before you put your fresh clothes on I want to have our first married fuck," he interrupted.
"Did you say 'fuck'? I asked, a little puzzled.
"You've never heard that word?" he asked quizzically.
"Of course I have. I just never used it in common talk," I replied.
He answered, "Yeah. 'Fuck' is the common word for what we do and 'fuck' is the word we will use. Now get the rest of your clothes off and get up on the bed. I want to fuck fuck fuck you real bad."
I did as he asked. I cared little of small things like word usage when Ken was about to put his penis in my vagina, and I told him so. He told me to remove his pants and underpants. I let out an Oooooo when his penis popped out. As he approached my spread legs he said, "Let's use the rest of the correct words from now on, Sweetie. It's not 'penis.' It's cock, prick, dick, schlong, or pecker... or when it's expanded, boner or hard-on. It's not 'vagina.' It's pussy, cunt, twat, muff, snatch, poon tang, or beaver. Now raise your pussy so I can slip my cock in it and fuck my lovely wife's brains out."
Without fanfare he rammed his peni.... Oops... cock in my pussy. It felt great. I cooed, "Ooooo! This feels good. As long as we do it I'll call it anything you want." "My pleasure," he answered, and banged me like there was no tomorrow until I felt him tighten and deposit his load deep in my pussy.
After I got dressed I greeted him in the sitting room of our suite. We kissed. Abruptly he harshly told me that I had on the wrong blouse. "When I say beige, I mean beige, not light tan, not cream-colored, but beige. Now god damn it go do what your husband said put on the correct blouse."
"But I thought beige would go better with my skirt," I protested.
He replied in a much softer voice, "I know, babe. And it's O.K. to think that and suggest it. But when I tell you it's beige, then you will put on beige."
"Well, you don't have to curse at me," I further protested.
He retorted, "I know, hon. Nothing personal. Just thought it would clear up any doubt over who's the boss."
We had a pleasant dinner, eating and also cooing at each other as newlyweds. We returned early and re-consummated our marriage by fucking again. For the first time we did it twice in one evening (thrice if you count the afternoon) one about two hours after the first. Both times we both had massive orgasms. "This is going to be great," I thought to myself. The next day we lolled around the pool and again got ready for dinner. I dressed exactly as Ken dictated, including for the first time not wearing a bra. During dinner he told me to unbutton three buttons..., "in case I get an opportunity to show you off." Back in our room I was expecting more lovemaking. Instead he said, "Before we fuck there's some stuff I need to teach you."
"What is that?" I asked.
"We tried it once or twice when you were my fiancé but never completely. I'm going to teach you how to please me by sucking my cock." He continued, "Take all your clothes off, take my clothes off, then come sit by me on the bed." I did as he said. He then told me to put my lips just over the top of his cock, the head. He showed me how to squeeze my lips just so and slide my mouth up and down his cock with a sucking motion, especially over the rim under the head, lightly squeeze his balls, and make a tight circular movement of my lips around his cock head while I wrapped my fist around the base of his cock and jacked it up and down. I did all this for about six or seven minutes with him giving me little coaching hints along the way. I was getting to really enjoy it. I also added more words that I can use openly: suck, head, rim, base, shaft, balls, jack. He was starting to moan and breathe heavily which told me I was probably doing it right, and that pleased me.
He whispered, "Now we are going to do something we haven't done before but it's essential to being a good cock sucker. I'm going to cum in your mouth while you continue to suck me off. My cum will splash the back of your mouth but as long as you know it's coming you shouldn't be afraid, but might have a natural reaction to back your mouth off. It's natural so don't worry about it, but I'll be holding your head on my cock to help you do this right. When I stop cumming, suck every last drop out of my cock and hold it all in your mouth. Then I'll remove my cock, you open your mouth and look me in the eyes so I can verify you have all of my cum. Then swallow it."
I have heard "cum" before but guess it too is now part of my everyday speech. I did as he told. He bellowed and shot what felt like a thick warm milkshake into my mouth. My head did autonomously snap back but he held it over his cock and actually pushed it deeper down my throat. I sucked as he told me to, then showed him the cum in my mouth. He purred, "That was great, hon. Swallow it now. And get used to it – you'll be eating a lot of my cum." I swallowed his cum. Then we rested, he said, "for an hour or so to recuperate, and then I'll give you your final exam – you can suck my cock one more time."
After about 90 minutes. Ken said, "I might be ready; it's time for your final exam. Come over here and play with my cock and make it hard – give me a hard-on. Then ask me real nice for permission to suck my cock, and I'll test how good you are." I played with it, got it hard, and asked if I could suck it. After adding "please" as he directed, I took my final exam and passed with flying colors – made it last almost ten minutes and swallowed another load of cum.
The next afternoon he taught me all of the nuances of a good jack-off, including getting my face splashed with his cum, wiping it off with a finger and eating it in front of his gaze. I later found out why the afternoon lesson. As we were sitting in a corner in the dining room nursing a drink before ordering dinner, Ken told me to reach under the table, unzip his pants, take his cock out and jack him off. "Oh! I can't do that," I exclaimed. He looked me sternly in the eyes and said quietly but harshly, "You not only can, you will. You'll do whatever I ask. Remember? Is that clear?" I nodded that I understood. Trying to avoid undue attention and to show him I did understand, I quickly began to slowly jack him off, even, as he directed, right through his giving the waiter our order. I was blushing and don't know if the waiter thought I was turning red because of what I was doing under the table or because he was trying to peek in my half-opened blouse to get a glimpse of my tits. Shortly after the waiter left Ken grabbed a napkin, put it over his cock as I pumped away, and, fighting back a loud moan, blasted his cum into the napkin. He said, "Let's trade napkins. You use this one to wipe your face and hands. Clean it with your tongue first if you want"
That night he said maybe we could fuck tomorrow but I had to give him a blow job (add another term) that night, "to earn your fuck." I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I sucked him off. It must have been O.K. because we fucked like minks the next night. A couple of more days and nights spent almost entirely eating, drinking, sucking and fucking and we headed for home – me on the plane with no bra or panties and a halfway unbuttoned blouse as Ken demanded. I suppose I could have been bothered by that, and some other stuff, but truth be know his showing me off turned me on a little. I enjoyed the appreciative stares at my chest and his diddling of my pussy under the blanket on the flight home. I was making Ken happy and, since that was my main function, was very satisfied.
As we settled in, things were going great. Ken would fuck me at least every day, sometimes twice. I was getting totally into this sex thing. Ken also stepped up the running of the household. He would virtually direct every aspect of my life. He would tell me exactly what to wear, what makeup to put on, give me a list of chores to do and exactly how to do them, tell me exactly what to cook for dinners and how to prepare it. Wanting to please, I actually appreciated this in general but it was getting hard to carry out all of his exacting orders perfectly. If I were off even a tiny bit, he would scold and berate me. "This is the third time this week that you had the wrong number of closed buttons on your blouse," he admonished one time. "And do you remember the day your skirt was the wrong color?!? You'd god damn well better straighten up!"
