Collared

Collared by Family

By Al Vatalaro

7/7/2024

Chapter 1: Understanding

It was my first experience with any sexual deviance, a term I have yet to embrace because, after many experiences, it will never only remain a constraint that society puts on the pleasures that are offered so abundantly by our bodies. Bodies that have been created for pleasure in so many varied ways. My husband, Ethan and I were trying to add a spark to our dying physical commitment to one another. Our plan was to attend and participate in a clothing optional camping event with the hopes that seeing other couples in all stages of nudity and sexual acts would give us new ideas on how to once again enjoy the pleasure we could give each other. Poor planning and naiveté lead to an awakening for me that I would never believe possible.

Central Illinois could be considered part of an influential part of the United States that is known as the Bible Belt. Christianity dominated most aspects of life for most people, including myself. I was raised to believe that Christ, known as Jesus, was the man who took all my humanly sins and washed me clean. I lived a life dedicated to the Son of Man, trying to eliminate sin from all my actions. More importantly, eliminating sin from my thoughts made me a good Christian woman. In line with this teaching, I married at the age of eighteen: he was thirty-five at the time we took our vows. I had completed my duty to God and took a husband, submitting my will and body to him completely as a Christian woman.

It was amazing, painful, and degrading when he finally took me to the wedding bed and owned me as his wife. The ceremony was simple in the local Christian church with the minister spewing verse after verse of how a wife must submit to the authority of the husband, a concept that I struggle with today. I kissed the man my parents told me that I should love for the rest of my life, and then was placed into his protection for the years that I was allowed to live upon this earth by God himself. The kissed sealed a secret and mysterious contract between parents and God; however for myself, it represented the beginning of what I thought to be my destiny. I belonged fully to this man, and I would learn to love him as I was supposed to as dictated so clearly in the Bible.

We danced, shared food, and danced some more. It felt incredible to be held by Ethan, his body pressed close to mine. I have never been held like this before, and the kisses were amazing. The girls at school had talked about what it was like to kiss a boy. They described in very descrotpive detail what it was like when the lips met, and mouths opened to accept the others tongue in their mouth. I always distracted myself at this point in the stories for I thought it was "gross" to take another person's tongue in my mouth. How could any girl that was self-respecting degrade themselves to such a level? But the stories continued, and just not of kisses but of how the kiss led to such an excitement that they allowed their breasts to be fondled. The even more daring girls told of how they let the boy touch them down below, letting his fingers enter the most sacred of places.

The many dances included myself being passed from man to man of my husband's family so that I could all get to know all of them and let each of them congratulate us on our heavenly union. Or so I thought at the time. I lost count of how many times I felt something very rigid pressed into my tummy. I was shorter than most, standing at just below five feet, the groins of about every man was pressed my midsection. I had no idea what it was at that time, but I convinced myself that it was something long and hard in their pockets like a roll of coins or a folding knife used for hunting. I knew what a penis was from the many stories the girls had told, but this realization did not connect with my brain at the time. I simply thought that men carried such strange trinkets in their pockets.

The dances ended with the cutting of the cake, which at this time I can say that I wish had continued for the rest of the night. Feeling a man fully engorged against my body turned me on, even if I didn't realize it at the time. I had never been sexually excited that I knew of, but when I sat down at the table, allowing my husband to cut the beautifully prepared cake, I noticed that I was extremely damp between my legs. Not just damp but soaking wet. The hairs of my vagina had to be dripping into the white lacy panties that my mother-in-law had bought for me just for this night to come. I knew logically that I would be expected to engage in sexual intercourse with my new husband but had no clue as to what that meant. I knew that he would stick his thingy in my most sacred of places. But what did that really mean to a girl that had never even been bold enough to touch herself down there except to wash it.

The cake was too sweet and the piece that I was fed too large to take into my mouth fully, but it also signaled the end of the night, at least publicly. I was now officially the wife of Ethan Zormburg and I was about to learn exactly what that meant. I was then escorted back to our room at the hotel that hosted our reception by the man I was to spend the rest of my life with. My dress, the purest of white, representing the true nature of my virginity, clung to my full body. I was not large by any means, but I was also not skinny like society wanted. My hips were wide and full as were my heavy breasts. The sweat from dancing helped my dress cling to me accentuating every curve. I thought my legs to be fat, but many would call them thick. My behind large and round topped the "fat" legs, while my tummy was flat but not toned with muscle. Now I am a little heavier and would be considered obese.

The door had yet to close on the suite that we had reserved for us before our flight left for the island paradise of Hawaii where we were to spend the next week celebrating our marriage under the laws of God. I belonged to this man, and I fully intended to be all that he wanted. I felt a hand entangled in my hair, pulling my head back to the limits that my muscles would allow. I stifled a scream as I heard the ominous statement that followed, "Bitch, Destiny the virgin, you now belong to me. Deny me any pleasure known to a husband and you will know a life of misery."

I could not talk because my throat was constricted, and I could not nod because my head was pulled back at such an angle that any movement was impossible. However, my body language of going limp must have conveyed the answer that was sought.

"Good, I am glad you understand," Ethan said as he pulled my head back even further by the expensively coifed hair that his mother had done for the wedding. "Now that all is done, you belong to me. Fully. Deny me anything and the consequences will be severe."

I was not sure where the strength came from, or the dexterity, but the beautiful gown I wore to take my vows was violently ripped down my back. The sound of fine material taring pulled at my heart; however, it did nothing to stop the flow of juices seeping from the tender lips between my legs. Swollen and soaked with the natural lubricant, my pussy throbbed to be taken, even if I did not know it at the time. I did not know what sexual excitement meant at the time, but I do now. I embrace it for all that it is, yet during my honeymoon it only frightened me. I was captive to his grip upon me, and even though I did not know what that Meant my body did by the hardening of my large nipples and wet pussy.

The sodden dress fell to the floor in a rumple of fine cloth around my ancles, leaving me exposed more to this man, more than to any other human up till this time. Not even my own sisters had seen me this undressed before. In physical education class, I always took to the showers last so that another person could not see the body I was so ashamed of. White laced framed my large ass and held my succulent breast in place. The dress tangled at my feet, a ruin of the beauty it represented left in tattered remnants was forgotten as my body took over, its primal function of being mated.

"You hairy cunt, I will never stick my cock into that mess," Ethan uttered as he pulled my head back even further by the hair his mother so craftily constructed.

"Hairy cunt?"

What did he mean by this. I thought I was all that a man would desire. That is when I realized what my husband meant. The area, or cunt, between my legs was covered in a thick coat of hair. So much so, that my lips could not be seen. I was not aware that this would be problem to a man. Contrary to what I thought, this would be what they would want to see. All the movies of the time showed slender bodies with full bushes that covered every delicate fold that made a woman so inviting to men. Or so I ignorantly thought. I guess my husband wanted to see my layered pussy without the hair God had given me. "How could I make this happen? What could I do to please this man that I am now a possession of?" I did not have any answers, but I would find out so that I could be loved.

I could not tell Ethan of my thoughts, for I was unable to speak at the time because of the position of my head and the strain it put on my neck. But it didn't matter anyway, he was not going to fuck my ugly hairy cunt.

"Well, this problem will be taken care of later," he said as he removed what was left of my panties. I felt so exposed. No one has ever seen me naked, especially in this manner. My arms were forced down on the bed and my ass was raised so that Ethan could look at all that I had to offer. My legs slightly spread had to leave nothing to the imagination as he gazed at what had to be my hairy cunt. I felt so ashamed, yet at the same time so vulnerable and excited. As a woman I had never had these feelings.

I was wet. There would be no denying that. I am sure my juices were dripping down my thick thighs at the time, even if I didn't know what that meant. Sexual excitement was foreign to me. All I knew was that I wanted to feel this man inside of me, not even knowing what that meant.

"Since I can't fuck that tight pussy of yours because it is disgusting, covered with all that hair, your ass will be mine tonight. Do you have any idea of what that means?" he asked.

Of course, I could not answer because I had no clue. But I was soon to find out. I felt something hard, yet at the same time very soft and fleshy press against the opening above where I thought it should go. Terror gripped me and every muscle in my body tensed. This was not the response that Ethan wanted. The first blow hit me like a fastball striking the catcher's mitt and pain shot down my legs all the way to my feet. However, the pain was short lived, followed by a feeling of contentment and desire.

"What is this I asked myself?" as I felt my ass being stretched to meet the man's average sized cock. I have never had anything inside of me, not even a finger, and my husband was now shoving his engorged penis up my ass. I would have thought that my body would have rejected such an act. But it did the opposite, my ass opened of him as if it was the door at home with me welcoming him in. I felt invaded, yet at the same time I felt that it was perfect. Thrust after thrust the man worked his cock deeper into my ass. I felt his balls, engorged and ready to explode hitting the lips of my hairy pussy that Ethan would have nothing to do with.

"Oh, fuck your ass is so tight," he moaned.

I was unable to make any noise, other than moan because all was lost to me from the fucking I was getting. However that did not sop me from showing my excitement as I pushed pack against his cock trying to get it even deeper into my asshole. I had no idea of what I was doing, but it felt right, and it felt so fucking good. I knew that this was wrong, yet I could not deny the fact that if felt great. In law, I belonged to this man, now I new that I also belonged to him physically. It did not matter what he wanted; I would give it to him. To hell with the Bible, I now understood the concept of physical pleasure.

In a matter of seconds, which I would swear were hours, I felt Ethan swell to an enormous proportion and then a hot liquid seemed to be pumped from him deep into my ass. It was incredible, but I also longed for more. My body told me this was not enough, there was more pleasure to be had.

"Tomorrow you will take a razor and remove all that nasty hair on your pussy. I will not have my wife being so ugly between her legs that I have to fuck her ass because my cock can't get hard looking at it."

My hair was released then, and all I could utter was what sounded like a "yes." But no matter my response at the time, upon getting up and showering, I shaved my pussy bald for the man I loved.

That was twenty plus years ago and here I am at a "resort" dedicated to the fulfillment of the fantasies of couples in hopes of restoring my marriage to what God had planned for me. Ethan has all but shown his disgust of me and my body, even to the point of not touching me. I have dedicated myself to doing whatever it takes to earn the love of this man. But was I ready for what this resort offered? I thought so until I opened the door to the room known as "common area" and saw for the first time, a woman on her knees, between the legs of another woman with her tongue parting obviously wet lips...