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An oddly liberating thing to do? I had been with my husband for 8 years. He was the first man I gave myself to willingly and entirely. (Plenty of others took what they wanted without giving me a choice before I'll add.) He taught me things about myself and about kink that were liberating, orgasmic, degrading, exciting, terrifying, you name it. I had boyfriends of my choosing, and of his. I did things I never dreamed I'd ever do, and had them done to me. And then I told him I was going to leave him for another man. A man I hadn't met yet. I'd been thinking about slavery for a while, and I wanted to try it. But I didn't want to be a slave and a wife. So I told my husband, who I never keep secrets from, that I was going to find an owner, just as soon as I'd left him. He was philosophical about it. We set a date which would be our final night as a couple, and did everything we could think of to ensure it was suitably memorable. Clothes, props, ideas and gadgets for every concievable necessity were arranged in advance, and I went to a great deal of effort to look and act like I wasn't about to leave him. On the night, in the bedroom, I told him between kisses that I would do anything he wanted. The night was for him. I had planned my words to be the opposite of my actions, thinking I'd find it exciting. And it was. To be kissing the man I loved more than anyone at the start of a long night was always yummy, but to be telling him that once we got up the next morning I would no longer be available to him was about as exciting as it gets, in a very twisted way. As we got into the swing of things, I gradually told him everything. In the morning I would put up a new profile and start looking for my new owner. I was going to stop taking the pill. I was going to invite potential owners to audition me in our marital bed, and I was going to serve the first man who deemed me worthy of his ownership, whether I found him attractive or not. Anyone who was prepared to allow me to live full time with him could audition me, and if he chose me I would leave with him the next morning. Everything would then be up to my new owner. He alone would have the right to decide how I was used, and who by. I was nervous, but determined. The next morning I asked my husband to remove my collar. I put up the first draft of my profile over the course of the day. I got a lot of emails. It was about 6 celibate weeks before I had my first audition. |
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7/21/2014 10:17 pm |
you are a extraordinary human been > I never come across a women with clear know what she need and in the seam time with high self-esteam. you are very true sub ... i wish can have the honour to have you as my sub for a while
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