The day my life changed started out as normal as you could imagine. My husband of 3 months had kissed me goodbye and gone to work, he is high flying his way to the top in an investment banking business. He is one of those amazing people who can number crunch any kind of figures and get the right answer, even if it looks wrong. Please don't ask me what he does it goes right over my thick pretty head.
I am 22 he is 25 and we have money starting to pour out of our ears because of what he brings in, my own dad doesn't agree with his salary or 'bonus's as most people don't. He says they just rob ordinary people and we have to suffer the consequences, and I have to admit I think he is right too. But I love what the money he makes gives me in my life so I try and sit on the fence. But in general they get on quite well and don't discuss things of that nature if they can help it.
Me? I'm Kat or Kathleen if you like, but I've been Kat since I was able to talk because that was all I could say of my name when I was a child. As I said I am 22 and starting out on the road to a long and happy marriage, or so I thought, what happened was the furthest thing from my mind. It wasn't intentional, it wasn't asked for and it was sought after, but he got me, took me, and now here I am.
I am five feet four inches, cute and sexy as opposed to beautiful, people have told me I am beautiful but I prefer the cute and sexy tag instead. It's my smile, my cheeks dimple a little when my big toothy smile spreads. My teeth are a good size, and I've learned that my husband loves it when I fasten them around the end of his dick, it scares him to death but gives him enormous excitement too!
I have long silky chestnutty hair, I part it down the middle, in fact, since I grew it long from when I was about ten years old its always been like it, and if I'm honest I love it. It waves around me like a gossamer shroud.
My face is definitely sexy, I know it is. I attract men and boys when ever they look at me, there eyes always stay there, they don't roam over my body until they've seen my face from all angles. That's why I say I'm cute and sexy and not beautiful. Mark my husband says I am the best kisser on the planet, he loves me holding him down, cock in hand, lips locked on his, he would stay there all day if I let him.
Like just about any other young woman my age I love sex, I love everything about it, the whole nine yards. My body seems to be geared for the sensation of fingers, lips, tongues, cock (my husbands only!) I am sensitive every where, and super sensitive where it matters, that's for sure. My ears, my neck, my lips, shoulders, nipples, oh boy my nipples! My belly button, thighs, knees, feet, and lastly, my super hot pussy. I can explode in orgasm at the drop of a hat.
I have had boys hanging around me all my life it seems, carrying my books, waiting for me after class, wanting to take me out, walk me home. It has always been that way from as early as I can remember. My dad always was on guard, he knew what I had a long long time before I did.
I got used to it as I grew up I managed and controlled it, I actually never lost my virginity until my marriage day. My husband was the first and has been the only cock to gain access, and that led me to heaven. I had been sat golden volcano all my young adult life not really knowing what I was missing, but believe me; I am making up for lost time now.
My skin has a very light brown hue to it I know I am lucky too because my complexion is about flawless. In summer I turn a golden brown just by looking at the sun, my tan is perfect in everyway. We love to sunbathe, and I secretly adore the looks I get from all around me. It gives me a real sense of worth, knowing I can attract just about any one. I do get glares from some women but I can live with that. I've even had the odd 'come on' from a couple of the girls, but I don't go down that path thank you, cock is my thing and lots of it.
Now to the diversion in my marriage, I still can't believe I am here in my life. I was up quite early after Mark had left, I was going to have a day in town. I wanted to shop, I love shopping and so fortunate am I, which I can and do buy very expensive designer gear.
Like any woman worth her salt, I like to look good and make sure I do. I like the looks I get so I make sure I'm good to look at. I wore simple this day. It was a glorious warm summer morning, so I donned a light blue button down silk blouse with long flowing sleeves that finished on wavy cuffs. My skirt was a slightly darker blue than my top and was also a button down silk thing that continued the flow of my theme.
My hair was its usual long flowing self, the sun catching it, bare legs and backless heels completed my attire, one final check in the mirror to make sure miss perfect was just that, perfect, and off I went. I parked up and made my way down the high street, normally I go the other way so I end up with my bags near to my car, not this day for reasons still unknown to me, but it led me to my diversion.
You might guess I never bought anything this day, I never got the chance. I only saw the inside of one shop for about ten minutes before I was transported to my unknown diversion. I knew the destination, and I was quite happy to be going, the person that took me there was Marks dad, Jonathan.
He is a very good looking forty six year old, he has an antique shop in town, he's been there man and boy, he started it apparently with money left to him by his grand mother and built up a very successful nationally known business. People come from all, over the country and indeed he has international customers.
As I was passing his shop, I of course looked in to see if he was there, he was and I waved, I'm not really into antiques but I do like some of it. He waved back then hooked a finger to ask me to come in. I did, we had a cup of tea and chatted, he is a lovely man and we get on great. He was long divorced, his wife left him for a customer a long time ago leaving him with Mark and neither have seen her since. They both got over it, though I do know Mark still wonders why and where she is, but he's never had the urge to find her so it's left at that.
Jonathan started telling me about some new acquisitions he had bought from Arabia and was most excited, especially about one particular chair. He said he was closing the shop and going home to the warehouse type of thing on his land to scope it out, and asked me to go along. I agreed, it would make a nice change from shopping so off we went.
The chair had been placed in his large rear facing reception room; it was stood in the centre of what looked like and Arabian rug or carpet? It did look odd; he was walking around it animated. It was of an unusual shape, it had padded armrests, but they were inverted so your lower arms rested in them instead of on them. The arm rests were bulky to say the least. The seat was a green leather padded thing, as was the sloping back rest, but there was a funny looking top, a bit like a head rest that was also inverted so your head would rest in it.
The seating part was supported by big thick but beautifully carved legs, it was the oddest looking thing, but any one could see there was something special about it. It was obviously an aged item, and it looked inviting to sit in.
"Go on Kat, try it, make yourself comfortable, see what you think." He was excited, I was about to find out why! I sat, and settled in or on it. I shuffled about a bit. He told me to meld myself to it so I did. The back leaned slightly away to aid sitting; I found it extremely comforting to be in it.
He told me to rest my arms palm down and press my lower legs to the inward carved legs of the chair; I followed his instructions, and felt like I could actually sleep in it.
"Close your eyes Kat, relax let it take you there." He said. I did just that. The next thing I knew there was a slight whirring sound, I opened my eyes to see soft bands closing over my wrists, then felt the same thing on my lower legs just above my ankles. It took me a while to realise to realise I was sort of 'cuffed' to the chair somehow?
You the reader of my plight must remind yourself that this is all written and thought of in hindsight. From my battered memory of that day, and the resulting situation I found myself in after this initial misdirection my life took.
"Wow," Jonathan said, "would you look at that?"
