I don’t know when it began. When I allowed this to happen. Well, that’s just it, did I allow it to happen? Can a naturally submissive woman ever allow anything to happen?

I’ve been married 20 years. Wonderful love filled years. My husband is my high school sweet heart. A kind, caring, loving and devoted family man.

I was on the PTA. I was the mom who brought orange slices to soccer games. By all accounts I have always been the perfect example of a a suburban wife and mother.

And yet, here I am, on my knees, my hands behind my back, wearing handcuffs, a dog collar and a leash that you made me buy with my husband’s money. Are we in your home? Dungeon? A filthy motel room?

My phone is buzzing. It’s my daughter, wondering why I’m late to pick her up from her study date. And my husband wondering if I can pick him up a snack on my way home.

And your cock? It is shoved down my throat, as I kick my feet, struggling for air, any air, while you spit into my face.

And this isn’t the first time. No, the first time I swore you were evil, sadistic and that I would never come back.

And yet this is the third time this week. I can’t escape you, or quit you, I’m not sure which it is.

Why am I here? Who are you? I want to build up to this scene together and build our characters together.

The more imaginative the better:)

My limits are scat, blood, underage and incest

My kinks are non and dub con, blackmail, mind breaking, humiliation, degradation, spitting, choking, slapping, hair pulling, clothing control, threats, age gaps, size gaps, attractive gaps, being shared and so so much more. I like twisted evil men:)

I only play in Reddit PM, no chat