Actually, that’s not what happened. See, that is what a good submissive would do, but I was a real head-up-her-ass, wannabe sub, remember? What really happened was that he slapped me hard on the ass and I yelled at him to cut it the hell out.
So, you can see how the start of my submissive path was a rather craggy one, with potholes I painstakingly dug myself. But I truly did remain entirely submissive to him in the bedroom. Every day, every week, every year. I only refused him s*x once, and only because it was moving day. We had an entire moving van of furniture and belongings unloaded in our new home here, and we were well into unpacking, no joke, almost one-hundred-and-fifty boxes. So, you know, it’s not like I was tired or anything, or maybe a little stressed, especially since my brot
