Hi
My first taste of submission had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with J's need to control.
I had just turned 16 when we met on holiday in Spain.
We had vanilla sex the night we met. He was nearly twice my age but we did not realise it.
The next day he met me at my hotel to take me out for lunch. My folks had gone on a trip.
We met in the lobby, he insisted I change my clothes. He picked what he wanted me to wear right down to the lack of underwear. We went to a posh restaurant - I thought anywhere which didn't sell burgers was posh then. He order food for me and a soft drink. He had not realised my age the night before and now refused to buy me alchol.
He talked to me, asked questions and listened to the replies. He insisted on honesty. I found I could not lie or even exagerate.
He decided when it was time to leave, all I wanted was to get him back to bed, I had never had sex like it, the boys I had been with did not know half as much about how to give a girl a good time as he did.
He decided that we could not have sex (intercourse) until I was older, but that he wanted to get to know me better.
He made me make promises. Not to have sex with anyone else. To talk to him every day. To visit at least once a month. To obey his wishes.
When we returned to the hotel, he played with me a liitle, when I tried to touch him, without his permission, he turned me over on his lap and spanked me. I loved it, he loved it and I knew I was his.
We could not be together full time until I was nearly 19, but my 18th birthday was a real blinder.
We have been together nearly 30 years and he can still control me with just a word.
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