You and I had been together for almost two years. We’d met right after college, living in the city. We both had good jobs, we had a nice little apartment in a hipster neighborhood that suited us just fine, and most importantly we were madly in love.

I came from a small family in a less affluent part of the city, while you came from a wealthy background with a big family and home. But you never flaunted it, which I loved

So, tonight, at your families estate in the country, everyone was excited and happy for us when you proposed to me after dinner. There was champagne, desert and congratulations.

It felt incredible, and I couldn’t stop looking at the ring. Simple, elegant, yet large and sparkly. It filled my heart every time I glanced at it, touched it, felt it.

You and I were the last to retire to our bedroom that night…so I was surprised to say the least when we got to our room and your father and grandfather were both seated on the end of our bed.

I heard you lock the door behind us, and I turned to you, a confused look on my face…

I want to explore what a woman would do to marry the man she loves. Yours is a family that outwardly is normal and modern. But behind closed doors, the women you each marry are nothing but things to be used for your pleasure, each generations pleasure.

My kinks are non and dub con, blackmail, rough sex, degrading sex, name calling, slapping, choking, age gaps, size gaps, throat fucking, clothing control and so much more

I would love to discuss our characters together and build them up:)

No chat please, PM only