MY DOMINANCE, his submission

We met when we were in our mid twenties, working together in a community bank. After dating for almost five years we decided to end our relationship. We got along great, enjoyed a lot of the same things but the sex was horrible, absolutely dismal. He was a terrible lover, clumsy and inept. I found myself cheating on him regularly with a variety of men, some co-workers, some customers, others one night stand bar pickups. I kept it from him but was feeling guilty for my infidelity. I believe he was feeling the same way, trapped in a partnership that was unfulfilling. For the next two decades I found myself in and out of shallow associations. Most of my liaisons were with married men, a few were with single men who were emotionally abusive and even a couple of women. The sex was awesome, amazing and extremely satisfying, however, when not fucking or sucking the everyday part of life was weary and boring. I got involved with drugs and obsessive deviants to put things mildly. Mentally I was beaten down, used and abused physically and generally not in a good place. Reaching fifty I had nothing to show for my life except non-viable pregnancies, failed relationships, deviant behavior and whorish promiscuity until, he, my incompetent lover, came back into my life.

We had a thorough and extensive discussion why things never worked out with us some twenty years earlier. We both agreed that the sex was a dismal experience for the both of us. I admitted to cheating with other men. He admitted to cheating with other men too as he confessed his bisexuality. If I had only known then I’m sure life would have turned out much better but it wasn’t too late for the both of us. Everything else between us was perfect we agreed. Both of us came to the same conclusion, a marraige of convenience where we would share a normal every day life while secretly meeting lovers for the sexual gratification that we both needed and desired, no questions asked.

In our marraige he conceded his position as head of our household. We both agreed I would be the dominant partner in a female-led relationship, the Matriarch. His bisexual and down right gay demeanor along with my demanding nature and control fit perfectly into our coupling. For the next twenty years he would be subordinate to my DOMINANCE. It has worked well for us.