u/Ok_Door5881

I guess i was never really a feminist in the first place, but i still wanted to post this

I am an incredibly successful woman. Like really successful. Mostly because of my looks. People are literally paying to see me at cons. And i'm dating a very stereotypical macho who treats me more like property than an equal. Someone who at least financially is less successful than me and still feels superior to me simply because i am a woman.

And all my girls don't understand it. They always tell me i could get any guy, that i could find someone that treats me like a goddess. That i don't have to put up with a guy that's playing games, sometimes making fun of me and disregards my wishes and opinions. Someone who goes around telling his friends about my holes.

What they don't understand (they all struggle to find a man, i wonder why).

I love this guy.

It's incredibly freeing that he doesn't put me on a pedestal like everyone else and treats me like property instead.

I love that he makes me work for his affection instead of showering me with it by default like my fans do. That every "good girl" must be earned. I love the way he objectifies me and treats me like a fuckdoll instead of using velvet gloves because he is too afraid to fumble me. It makes me feel more like a desirable woman than guys begging to lick my boots.

Submitting to him makes me feel more safe and cared for than any guy "who would do everything for me". Because i know he would fight if someone tried something funny with his property. And i love that when i am at home, all my responsebilities are reduced to making him happy.

And no success in the world, no bad bitch girlboss moment can compare to waking up on a strong mans chest in the morning and his arms wrapped around my body.

I think many girls just don't understand what it's like because they haven't even tried dating such a man.

I do think womens right are important. Like the right to vote. Politically equality is important. But domestically? No, men and women are not the same and no male feminist ally in the world has made me needy for him the way a masculine man like him does.

I'm of slavic origin but living in western europe and something i think is funny, that slavic women i grew up with all are way more agreeable with me on this than more western women, and way happier too, being in similar relationships, which just makes me feel more like i am right about this

I am an incredibly successful woman. Like really successful. Mostly because of my looks. People are literally paying to see me at cons. And i'm dating a very stereotypical macho who treats me more like property than an equal. Someone who at least financially is less successful than me and still feels superior to me simply because i am a woman.

And all my girls don't understand it. They always tell me i could get any guy, that i could find someone that treats me like a goddess. That i don't have to put up with a guy that's playing games, sometimes making fun of me and disregards my wishes and opinions. Someone who goes around telling his friends about my holes.

What they don't understand (they all struggle to find a man, i wonder why).

I love this guy.

It's incredibly freeing that he doesn't put me on a pedestal like everyone else and treats me like property instead.

I love that he makes me work for his affection instead of showering me with it by default like my fans do. That every "good girl" must be earned. I love the way he objectifies me and treats me like a fuckdoll instead of using velvet gloves because he is too afraid to fumble me. It makes me feel more like a desirable woman than guys begging to lick my boots.

Submitting to him makes me feel more safe and cared for than any guy "who would do everything for me". Because i know he would fight if someone tried something funny with his property. And i love that when i am at home, all my responsebilities are reduced to making him happy.

And no success in the world, no bad bitch girlboss moment can compare to waking up on a strong mans chest in the morning and his arms wrapped around my body.

I think many girls just don't understand what it's like because they haven't even tried dating such a man.

I do think womens right are important. Like the right to vote. Politically equality is important. But domestically? No, men and women are not the same and no male feminist ally in the world has made me needy for him the way a masculine man like him does.

I'm of slavic origin but living in western europe and something i think is funny, that slavic women i grew up with all are way more agreeable with me on this than more western women, and way happier too, being in similar relationships, which just makes me feel more like i am right about this

I guess i was never really a feminist in the first place, but i still feel like i want to post this there

I am an incredibly successful woman. Like really successful. Mostly because of my looks. People are literally paying to see me at cons. And i'm dating a very stereotypical macho who treats me more like property than an equal. Someone who at least financially is less successful than me and still feels superior to me simply because i am a woman.

And all my girls don't understand it. They always tell me i could get any guy, that i could find someone that treats me like a goddess. That i don't have to put up with a guy that's playing games, sometimes making fun of me and disregards my wishes and opinions. Someone who goes around telling his friends about my holes.

What they don't understand (they all struggle to find a man, i wonder why).

I love this guy.

It's incredibly freeing that he doesn't put me on a pedestal like everyone else and treats me like property instead.

I love that he makes me work for his affection instead of showering me with it by default like my fans do. That every "good girl" must be earned. I love the way he objectifies me and treats me like a fuckdoll instead of using velvet gloves because he is too afraid to fumble me. It makes me feel more like a desirable woman than guys begging to lick my boots.

Submitting to him makes me feel more safe and cared for than any guy "who would do everything for me". Because i know he would fight if someone tried something funny with his property. And i love that when i am at home, all my responsebilities are reduced to making him happy.

And no success in the world, no bad bitch girlboss moment can compare to waking up on a strong mans chest in the morning and his arms wrapped around my body.

I think many girls just don't understand what it's like because they haven't even tried dating such a man.

I do think womens right are important. Like the right to vote. Politically equality is important. But domestically? No, men and women are not the same and no male feminist ally in the world has made me needy for him the way a masculine man like him does.

I'm of slavic origin but living in western europe and something i think is funny, that slavic women i grew up with all are way more agreeable with me on this than more western women, and way happier too, being in similar relationships, which just makes me feel more like i am right about this

I am an incredibly successful woman. Like really successful. Mostly because of my looks. People are literally paying to see me at cons. And i'm dating a very stereotypical macho who treats me more like property than an equal. Someone who at least financially is less successful than me and still feels superior to me simply because i am a woman.

And all my girls don't understand it. They always tell me i could get any guy, that i could find someone that treats me like a goddess. That i don't have to put up with a guy that's playing games, sometimes making fun of me and disregards my wishes and opinions. Someone who goes around telling his friends about my holes.

What they don't understand (they all struggle to find a man, i wonder why).

I love this guy.

It's incredibly freeing that he doesn't put me on a pedestal like everyone else and treats me like property instead.

I love that he makes me work for his affection instead of showering me with it by default like my fans do. That every "good girl" must be earned. I love the way he objectifies me and treats me like a fuckdoll instead of using velvet gloves because he is too afraid to fumble me. It makes me feel more like a desirable woman than guys begging to lick my boots.

Submitting to him makes me feel more safe and cared for than any guy "who would do everything for me". Because i know he would fight if someone tried something funny with his property. And i love that when i am at home, all my responsebilities are reduced to making him happy.

And no success in the world, no bad bitch girlboss moment can compare to waking up on a strong mans chest in the morning and his arms wrapped around my body.

I think many girls just don't understand what it's like because they haven't even tried dating such a man.

I do think womens right are important. Like the right to vote. Politically equality is important. But domestically? No, men and women are not the same and no male feminist ally in the world has made me needy for him the way a masculine man like him does.

I'm of slavic origin but living in western europe and something i think is funny, that slavic women i grew up with all are way more agreeable with me on this than more western women, and way happier too, being in similar relationships, which just makes me feel more like i am right about this

I am an incredibly successful woman. Like really successful. Mostly because of my looks. People are literally paying to see me at cons. And i'm dating a very stereotypical macho who treats me more like property than an equal. Someone who at least financially is less successful than me and still feels superior to me simply because i am a woman.

And all my girls don't understand it. They always tell me i could get any guy, that i could find someone that treats me like a goddess. That i don't have to put up with a guy that's playing games, sometimes making fun of me and disregards my wishes and opinions. Someone who goes around telling his friends about my holes.

What they don't understand (they all struggle to find a man, i wonder why).

I love this guy.

It's incredibly freeing that he doesn't put me on a pedestal like everyone else and treats me like property instead.

I love that he makes me work for his affection instead of showering me with it by default like my fans do. That every "good girl" must be earned. I love the way he objectifies me and treats me like a fuckdoll instead of using velvet gloves because he is too afraid to fumble me. It makes me feel more like a desirable woman than guys begging to lick my boots.

Submitting to him makes me feel more safe and cared for than any guy "who would do everything for me". Because i know he would fight if someone tried something funny with his property. And i love that when i am at home, all my responsebilities are reduced to making him happy.

And no success in the world, no bad bitch girlboss moment can compare to waking up on a strong mans chest in the morning and his arms wrapped around my body.

I think many girls just don't understand what it's like because they haven't even tried dating such a man.

I do think womens right are important. Like the right to vote. Politically equality is important. But domestically? No, men and women are not the same and no male feminist ally in the world has made me needy for him the way a masculine man like him does.

I'm of slavic origin but living in western europe and something i think is funny, that slavic women i grew up with all are way more agreeable with me on this than more western women, and way happier too, being in similar relationships, which just makes me feel more like i am right about this

I am an incredibly successful woman. Like really successful. Mostly because of my looks. People are literally paying to see me at cons. And i'm dating a very stereotypical macho who treats me more like property than an equal. Someone who at least financially is less successful than me and still feels superior to me simply because i am a woman.

And all my girls don't understand it. They always tell me i could get any guy, that i could find someone that treats me like a goddess. That i don't have to put up with a guy that's playing games, sometimes making fun of me and disregards my wishes and opinions. Someone who goes around telling his friends about my holes.

What they don't understand (they all struggle to find a man, i wonder why).

I love this guy.

It's incredibly freeing that he doesn't put me on a pedestal like everyone else and treats me like property instead.

I love that he makes me work for his affection instead of showering me with it by default like my fans do. That every "good girl" must be earned. I love the way he objectifies me and treats me like a fuckdoll instead of using velvet gloves because he is too afraid to fumble me. It makes me feel more like a desirable woman than guys begging to lick my boots.

Submitting to him makes me feel more safe and cared for than any guy "who would do everything for me". Because i know he would fight if someone tried something funny with his property. And i love that when i am at home, all my responsebilities are reduced to making him happy.

And no success in the world, no bad bitch girlboss moment can compare to waking up on a strong mans chest in the morning and his arms wrapped around my body.

I think many girls just don't understand what it's like because they haven't even tried dating such a man.

I do think womens right are important. Like the right to vote. Politically equality is important. But domestically? No, men and women are not the same and no male feminist ally in the world has made me needy for him the way a masculine man like him does.

I'm of slavic origin but living in western europe and something i think is funny, that slavic women i grew up with all are way more agreeable with me on this than more western women, and way happier too, being in similar relationships, which just makes me feel more like i am right about this

I live in japan and i often notice on social media that people overseas seem to like us, often even more than their own women, why is that?

I always felt a little bit at odds with society in general and other girls my age specifically, because i always valued traditionally feminine things and most of all knew i've always wanted to become a mother at some point. When i was young i always dreamed of this cliche shining knight in armor who would come into my life someday and make me his.

in some ways, i strongly believed in gender roles.
That man are strong warriors and Farmers and that women are Caretakers, the entertainment after the work and future mothers.

And i love being feminine anyways.

But i've also valued my independence and womens rights a lot aswell, and i am in many ways a strong feminist too. I think what really puts me at odds with other girl has always been that i don't think being a strong woman and being a traditional woman are at odds. I mean i know my great grandmother was an incredibly strong woman, living through WW2 and taking care of her kids while her husband was in the war.

Anyways, i was always a little the odd one out when all the girls around me lost their virginity in hook ups and short team flings and pressuring me into getting laid aswell, and i was really uncomfortable with the idea of letting random guys touch me so intimately.

I saved myself up for the right one, but less so out of some sense of purity, and more so that i just disliked hook up culture.

As i got "older" (i mean im still in my early 20's), i realized what irks me so much about both feminism and all this new manlyness, whenever i saw guys talking about he need for pure virgins, or when i saw girls talk about the kind of guy they are into.

Basically everyone wants a Trad Spouse.
all guys want a submissive girl that takes care of their house and children
And all girls want a strong, masculine husband that can lead, provide and protect.

But nobody wants to be that themselfs.

Guys want that wife, but don't want to provide, and girls want a provider without giving back anything

And then i realized, of course everyone nowadays is single and can't find the right one.
And that's when i started to change my own attitude a little.

Like i said, i always wanted to be a little bit more traditional than others, but i realized if i want a genuinely good husband, i'd also have be a genuinely good wife and changed my expectations a little. That it's okay to be dependent on him if he treats me right. That i should be soothing for a man, not nagging him etc. etc.

And it took me a while, but eventually i was approached by a man who had the values i was looking for, and when we both carefully talked about our expectations on our first date, we connected so well, because we just ended up talking about the stuff i've just been writing here.

We very quickly became a couple and i had the time of my life. At first i still felt a little weird/awkward about giving up "control" in this relationship because it was an unusal feeling for me, but very quickly it just felt natural when i experienced first hand that he is a genuine kind of provider.

And so i became very quickly content and safe letting him lead this relationship. From deciding what we do on our weekend, when we do it (You know what i mean :p) and the larger development of our relationship.

My life genuinely feels so, SO much easier and more fun since. Like all my responsebilities in the world have been reduced to taking care of this amazing man that's taking care of me.

On our 1st anniversary he already put a ring on me :3

Probably because we worked out so well, but also because we both thought it'd be right to have kids while we are still young ourselfs because that's just better for the kids themselfs.

Currently he is renovating my late grandmas house when he isn't working and once it's done, we'll move in and start with our own family, and i am honestly so excited.

Thankfully he's earning very well (He's a bit older than me afterall) and we won't have to pay rent, so we already made up our minds that i'll be a full time wife and mom when it's all in place. I already quit my job, to help him a little with the renovation and doing the garden and other housekeeping work.

I genuinely can't wait for the day when me and my first to kids (out of more probably) can greet him coming home from work and eat the dinner i cooked for us all

I almost wish i could freeze myself until the house is properly done at least hahahaha

Im a cosplayer, i met him at a convention. He was a photographer, and from the same city as me, we connected and he became my go to for doing shoots.

He was generally fairly flirty from time to time, but also really respectful, so i felt super comfortable working with him and increasingly doing more sexy shoots aswell.

Then one day, he wasn't so respectful of my boundaries anymore.

We took a shoot and it was all fine like usual, when he pressured me into showing off more than i was comfortable with at the time, i repeatedly declinded those poses and he was visibly a little upset.

After the shoot, as we were done, i was going through the pics he took when he hugged me from behind and told me i smell great. I told him to get off of my back, which made him a little upset again and he said something like "I thought a girl like you would be more grateful for my work" and i told him i was. Then he hugged me again and told me if i was truly grateful i'd finally let him hit it. When i said no again, he hugged me tighter and said he hasn't stopped thinking about fucking me since the day we met and i became fairly uncomfortable, he started to kiss and grope me, i tried to push him off to no avail, and well.

He pushed me down on the couch, put his tongue down my throat and fucked me until he came inside. When he was done, he kissed me again, more passionately than lustfully, called me a good girl, stood up and left for his shower. While he did, i dressed up and left.

The next few weeks were weird. I obviously thought a lot about how i should handle this situation, felt a lot of mixed feelings (guilt, shame) but one feeling was more prevalent then others, and it was the feeling of how he was on top of me, his weight on me, his kisses, his warmth.

Like that was obviously not the first time in my life i had a man on top of me, and technically it was the same sensation, but it felt so different. I was generally not a person that had wet dreams and such, but by that time i'd often dream of him atop of me, and woke up with damp panties.

It took me a lot of time to realize why it felt so different. I wasn't "topped" like by other guys. When he did it, i was helpless and not in control, forced to submit and treated less like an equal person or partner and more like an object, or a toy for his pleasure.

Whenever i posted a cosplay pic and he responded, my heart beat as fast as when i was exercising but i always ignored him.

Then one day we met again at a con. I tried my best to avoid him, but also didn't wanted to cause a scene, so i had to talk with him to some degree, and he clearly enjoyed the power he had over me. When i went outside to calm down, he followed after me and all he did was talking to me at the start, eventually lightly touching my hips and then calling me a "good girl" again and that's when my body just reponded on its own. I'd never been so wet in my life, to others it would have looked like i was pissing myself. My panties and the leotard entirely wet and it even running down my legs. I was so embarassed, i told him what he did was horrible and that he should never touch me again, i left the con early and went home. He shouted something after me, but i didnt quite hear what he said.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, eventually i received a new delivery of a cosplay and posted a story on my socials to which he replied if the shoot we had planned for it was still on. I ignored him for like a week and had those same wet dreams as always, and eventually couldn't control myself anymore and messaged him that we can shoot that.

That day, the roles were so reversed it was crazy. I've never felt this needy before, and it's like he knew that, i mean he probably did, and so he acted all cold with me. Not even one bit flirty like the times before.

Eventually i basically begged him to fuck me, and he told me that what he did was horrible and that he should never touch me again. Unless of course, i show him that i didnt mean that and gestured a blowjob motion. I felt weirdly more ashamed of that than my needyness for him in general, but i did blow him and after that he finally fucked me.

After that, we kept in touch again more like before, did more shoots, hooked up more and more, and today we are in a relationship. And im actually really happy with it.

To be honest, he doesn't treat me like an equal. He's the man and i'm the girl. "The doll" as he always calls me. And i should hate it, i would have anyways if you told me that before but now? I'm actually really happy in this relationship

I always believed in gender roles.

God or whoever didn't made my body this curvy to ruin it with back breaking work lol

I guess it's because i grew up in a fairly conservative asian family, compared to the average european (we live in europe)

Men are meant to work, to protect and to lead the world

Women are meant to take care of and entertain men, and eventually be mother to a new generation of them

But honestly?

Most guys fucking suck.

All of them wanna fuck a bitch, but nobody wants to actually earn one.

It's like guys only want the benefits but none of the work.

And the same is true for a lot of girl. Even the most feminist friends i have talk about how they want a strong, caring yet dominant man

Both men and women want a traditional partner, they just don't want to be a traditional partner themselfs lol

But yea anyways, i've been historically very single because i don't wanna date fuckboys. In Blackpink's lyrics, "I don't want a boy, i need a man"

So enter him.

He was the boy from the neighbours family, i hardly ever saw or talked with him before, only like once or twice

I was coming home from a cosplay party, and some creepy guy must have stalked me all the way home from there, because he was banging at my door in the middle of the night, trying to get in etc.

I was really panicking, trying to call the cops, when the neighbours boy must have heard it, came out with a bat and got the guy to leave (forcefully). I of course still called the cops after

A few days later, i invited him over, specifically to give him a present (a ps5) as a way to say thank you for what he did. But yea, it didn't stay at that.

We talked a bunch, and at one point i asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he was like no, and kinda went on about how he worried he will never have one, because 80% of women care only for 20% of guys and that sort of stuff, and i was like noooo, you are such a good boy, don't end up becoming one of those incels, and felt like i should let him kiss me to show that things like what he did matters more than anything, but it didn't stay at that...

He was eyeing my boobs, i let him touch them too and it kinda went on from there and the same day i ended up taking his virginity and honestly it felt so right

We kept very close in touch after that, and I've honestly started to really fall for him despite his age, and long story short, we started to date.

Thing is, he is young yes, but already a better man than most my age. And i can tell with my support at his side, he can become a genuinely incredible man. I love him already for what he is, and when i see the potential still in him, i know he'll be the greatest man i know. At first he was still a little shy, but in the year weve been together has gotten increasingly confident and assertive, more manly, hard working he even started to go to the gym just so he can be strong for me. I take real pleasure and feel great about submitting to him despite our age gap because i know someone like him only needs the nourishment of a pretty girl at his side to unlock his full potential, and so far ive been proven right and it just makes me so happy

Im a professional cosplayer, and have been for a few years now

Im NOT a prostitute, but a very few times people offered money to have sex and i said yes

Im in an open relationship, bisexual and have a fairly high body count

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Im a professional cosplayer, and have been for a few years now

Im NOT a prostitute, but a very few times people paid me to have sex and i said yes

Im in an open relationship, bisexual and have a fairly high body count

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I grew up with only mom. Dad wasn't around. It was moms wish, i never held it against him.

It did mean i grew up with daddy issues. Probably the reason why i've always been attracted to older guys.

So, at a cosplay con, i met a photographer. we hit of really well, we fucked. The connection was incredible, the sex was incredible, so we kept seeing each other. We had an insane amount of sex, great sex too. It felt like we were made for each other. He was sweet and kind, yet also manly and masculine, in all the right ways. So what started as hook-up became a relationship and we fell in love.

As we shared more of our lifes with each other, there was a moment a bunch of stories we told each other fell into place and we realized, he is my dad. I am his daughter...

It was awkward to say the least, i mean how do you handle that? So we broke up.

But we of course stayed in touch, catching up on everything we missed. And it strenghtened our connection a thousand times. We hung out a lot, and once when we were home at night at his place, cuddling, he got a boner. He was very embarassed all of a sudden about it, when weeks earlier he would have told that its not gonna suck itself. It made me miss our intimate connection. I started to kiss it through his pants, he told me to stop, i pulled it out, kissed and licked it in the slowest most affectionate way i possibly could until he came.

That was the first time i did anything, not with an older guy but with my dad. He said that this had to be the last time because we can't do this as daddy and daughter, but whenever i was around, his body spoke for itself. It didn't took long until i did it again, and he again said it would be the last time. Then again, then again. Around the fifth or sixth time i gave him head he gave in to his needs and fucked me properly again. Best orgasm ive ever had. Since then, we started to date again. And we've been closer than before, have better sex than before and god, im so happy to be with him

I grew up with only mom. Dad wasn't around. It was moms wish, i never held it against him.

It did mean i grew up with daddy issues. Probably the reason why i've always been attracted to older guys.

So, at a cosplay con, i met a photographer. we hit of really well, we fucked. The connection was incredible, the sex was incredible, so we kept seeing each other. We had an insane amount of sex, great sex too. It felt like we were made for each other. He was sweet and kind, yet also manly and masculine, in all the right ways. So what started as hook-up became a relationship and we fell in love.

As we shared more of our lifes with each other, there was a moment a bunch of stories we told each other fell into place and we realized, he is my dad. I am his daughter...

It was awkward to say the least, i mean how do you handle that? So we broke up.

But we of course stayed in touch, catching up on everything we missed. And it strenghtened our connection a thousand times. We hung out a lot, and once when we were home at night at his place, cuddling, he got a boner. He was very embarassed all of a sudden about it, when weeks earlier he would have told that its not gonna suck itself. It made me miss our intimate connection. I started to kiss it through his pants, he told me to stop, i pulled it out, kissed and licked it in the slowest most affectionate way i possibly could until he came.

That was the first time i did anything, not with an older guy but with my dad. He said that this had to be the last time because we can't do this as daddy and daughter, but whenever i was around, his body spoke for itself. It didn't took long until i did it again, and he again said it would be the last time. Then again, then again. Around the fifth or sixth time i gave him head he gave in to his needs and fucked me properly again. Best orgasm ive ever had. Since then, we started to date again. And we've been closer than before, have better sex than before and god, im so happy to be with him

Like many girls i was always scared of being raped somehow, like when youre walking home alone at night. You always imagine it as this violent, dangerous, potentially lethal thing to happen, and obviously you don't want to experience that.

I do cosplay and modelling, and i met this photographer that i had a good connection with, so he became my go to for this kind of thing. He always did great work and we understood each other pretty well.

Then one day, i did a cosplay that was a little bit more on the sexy side. He liked that a lot of course. He was always a little flirty with me, but never really crossing any boundaries, but that day it was different. Non-stop comments about my body, calling me a good girl for my poses etc. It made me uncomfortable but i didn't say a thing. Then we got done taking the photos, and before i knew it, he was behind me, his arounds around my tummy, kissing my neck. I told him to get off and he didn't. He kept touching me, i tried to get rid off his hands, and it just made him hold me even closer. He said something like "You were secuding me my little barbie, don't pretend you weren't" and i told him no to get off. But he was bigger and stronger than me. He kept going on, pushing me down, sliding down my panties and fucked me. I remember the way i struggled while he was inside of me, my orgasm, the way he came inside of me. He used a finger to push some of his cum inside of me, kissing my buttcheeks, giving it two claps like you do with a horse. "Your body feels the way you look, barbie".

He left to clean himself up, i put my clothes back on and left aswell. I didn't spoke a word with him after.

The next day he messaged me, if everything is okay, i didn't respond. Another message or two the next weeks, and i ignored him.

Then 2 months later, i was at a local convention, and that's when i met him again.

When he came to talk to me, i wanted to leave without causing a scene, but he grabbed me by my hand and i can't describe that feeling. I wanted to scratch his eyes out, my heart was beating like hell and my body became a river. I could literally feel my panties becoming a swamp.

"I missed you Barbie" and i told him to fuck off and he didn't. "Didn't you love it?" and i couldn't respond, because yes my body did. He smiled and was like "Thought so" and kissed me. And when my pussy was damp before, it became a waterfall that moment. We hooked up the same day and have been dating ever since.

When he raped me, it wasn't as violent as i feared a rape is. It wasn't painful, scary or violent. It was just humiliating, objectifying and respectless.

He didn't respect my choice, my opinion and just went ahead with it. He knew what he wanted and took it from me. And the more time passed, the more i realize it's a quality i love about him. That he takes his life into his own hand.

I grew up with a single mother, and i love her a lot, but even when i was small i could always see how she struggled by herself. I respect her as a very strong woman for managing that, but also it made me realize, i don't want to be in her position when i am her age.

I also always loved kids, even as a teen i found them adorable, so at some point i just knew what i wanted from life was a little bit more traditional than what my friends want. I fantasized about baking cake for my husband and kids, when the rest fantasized about hot guys and fast fashion.

They always made fun of me (playfully tho, not mean spirited), for being like that, especially when they all started to loose their virginites to guys while i kept mine. They tried hard to convince me that sex is great, and while i had no doubts that it is true, i wanted to keep that first time for someone special.

When i was 19, i met a man that i quickly fell in love with. He was quite a bit older, and looking for a girl just like me. He apparently struggled a lot with long lasting relationships because though he got many dates, most girls don't want this kind of life with him and only cared about his money.

We connected extremely well right away, and it took three dates until i decided he would be my first kiss and a few dates more until we became a couple and got intimate. And it was wonderful.

We have been together for 2 years now and got married last year.

He is a huge gentleman, a poet, lifeloving, a teacher, kind and caring, an incredible lover and i just love him so much. He allows me to be the kind of woman i want to be. Taking care of our home, cooking and baking and having fun while he takes all the weights off my shoulders. I love every second with him.

He is currently in the process of letting a house on the country side be renovated for us and once it's done, i'll start having his kids and i'm so excited for our future

My family is from russia and a bit more traditional than others, with a strong patriarch as my dad who has basically always been making the decisions for us. When i was a kid, i hated it. I have several sisters and brothers, and i always felt it was incredibly unfair my brothers get to play sports after school while me and my sisters got to do dinner and dishes.

But i never complained too loud and did as i was told.

Then in school, i got to meet several, more, how do i say, naturally bred americans, with their very individualistic attitudes. When i told them about my family they were shocked about it. And that's made me want to be more like them and made me despise my family even more. I kind of had a real bad relationship with mom and dad for a while.

Then we got into those years were all the girls around me lost their virginity one after another. I was the only girl in my friendsgroup left being a virgin all the way up until i was 21. The other girls often made fun of me for that, saying i was prudish, but genuinely, i was just never attracted to any of these guys. Gross, weird, lying fuckbois who only want to get their dick wet, they all disgusted me, and for a while i even started to consider i might be a lesbian. Alongside other girls, i also started to blame men for all the bad things in the world. Fuck the Patriarchy and all that.

That was until i met him. Almost 15 years older than me. Well built. Strong. Charming. Funny. Caring. Honestly i could go on and on. And for the first time, a guy made my heart beat. He asked me out on a date and i said yes.

Then our date came, and he told me what he was looking for. A subservient woman willing to give him many children, aswell as many other things that by all accounts i should have hated to hear. That a womans place is hearth and home and a mans place is in the world. That he doesn't like women that talk back. That a woman must be pretty to be desirable, caring and kind to be loved and on and on. Like he basically just listed things he expects of a girl without even saying what he would provide in return.

Truth be told, if you had told me i'd date a guy saying such things, i would have called you a moron, yet when he said that it was different. I felt like, yes, of course you'd want that, just tell me how many you want okay? Like the atmosphere coming off of his body, speech and general demeanor was so different to anything i ever met. Like a guy that stood firmly in the world, no hesitation, no fear, just a man in full control of his life pursuing his goal.

When i walked home after that date, i was madly confused, because by all accounts, i should have hated that, and yet, i felt butterflies in my stomach.

The next days i thought a lot about him, and i realized two things

1. I never hated men. I hated boys. Boys that cant take accountability, boys that cheat on women, boys that expect women to be their slaves without giving anything in return. But i liked men, men like him. A real man. One who protects and provides and takes care of me.

2. The reason he just listed his expectations and hopes for a girl at his side and not what he provides in return, because his natural demeanor already told the story. That he will take care, provide, ensure safety, and do everything he can for his girl.

From the way he held the door for me to the way he checked in on me after the date, with no pressure, no expecations, just a genuine interest in my feelings and safety.

I told my mom about it, and she told me dad is like that too. We just don't see it as much, because he isn't just a husband anymore, but a provider for a large family. And suddenly i understood. My relationship to the two has been vastly better ever since.

And well anyways. That's how i realized, having a patriarchal man in life isn't that bad... it's very pleasurable even. I'm extremely happy with him.

Back then, it took a few more dates until we officially became a thing. He took my virginity, he has been my first and only, and we got married not even a full year later. We are currently looking for a house outside the city, and it's already agreed, the day we move into one, he'll start giving me kids. And im so excited.

Me and my girlfriend have been together basically forever, we've known each other literally forever. But we are both Bi and were strongly bicurios about what we were missing or not missing out on with an actual men as opposed to toys, so we eventually decided it could be fun to have a threesome. We are both on the submissive end, so it's a little hard for us to have this kind of explosive sex you hear others talking about too.

We signed up on Hinge and actually really struggled to find a guy, between our high standards for that and also most guys thinking we were fake/catfishing/stealing kidneys when we told them we were looking for a threesome. But eventually we found a guy and went out to dinner with him, eventually went home with him, and started to get it going a little, making out and such things.

Eventually he took out his cock and started to undress me a little, and that's when i became paralized. Thinking about having a man like a sort of sex toy is one thing, actually having a man, with an actual real dick in front of you is another. I became really nervous and long story short, we called it off.

We talked about it, my girlfriend was of course super understanding, he was a little annoyed, but we called it off.

Then after, my girlfriend left, doing some late night pickups with her new free time, me and him alone at home.

He said something like "I drove 4 hours to nut inside of 2 pretty things and now i go home nutting in neither, that's kinda unfair" and such things. He kinda guilt tripped me i guess, even if he was technically correct. "Least you could do is let me jerk off looking at you" he said. I said, sure, fine and let him do it. But then he suddenly stood up and was like, you know what, i changed my mind, crawled on top of me, undressed me somewhat forcefully and fucked me. It happened so fast, for a short bit i didn't even realize what happened, when i did, i struggled to get him off, but he was way bigger and stronger than me. So eventually i could simply endure.

At some point i told him im not on birth control and begged him to at least pull out and he was like "Sounds like a you issue". Thats when i tried to fight him off again, more than before but to no avail. He came inside of me. I'll never forget the feeling. Nothing i ever did with my girlfriend or any toy felt remotely like that warm, sticky feeling inside of me.

When he was done, he said good girl, put on his pants and left. I went to take a shower, trying to comprehend what happened. I hardly spoke with my girlfriend when she was back. She thought i was simply still not quite over the start of the failed threesome.

About a week later, i suddenly got a notification on hinge, it was him. "I'll never forget that night ;)" that was all. A day later "Good girl" another day later "I know youve been reading my messages". I know i could have just blocked him or deleted the app, but i was still thinking about coming out to my girlfriend and reporting him to the law, and the app was the only connection i had to him, so of course i didn't.

Then one night, my girlfriend got it on with me, and when her weight was on top of me, when she put a toy in me, i could not stop imagining him, him lying on top of me, him putting it inside... i felt really guilty but i couldn't stop. Eventually i asked my girlfriend to choke me (like he did), something i never asked her before, and she did and i came better than i usually did.

Afterwards i felt even more guilty, like i was cheating on her. She noticed i wasn't doing well emotionally, and asked me about it, and that's when i opened up to her.

I told her when she was gone, me and him got it on afterall and that i essentially cheated on her. I didn't tell her he raped me.

She was very understanding of that, a little upset, but ultimately okay with it because we were planning to fuck him anyways initially. Though she felt like she would have wanted to be there like we originally planned.

We both fell asleep.

Then 2 days later, she dropped a bomb to me. She said she messaged him and invited him over to have a proper threesome this time for the weekend. So she can also experience it. I didn't know what to say and was panicking.

The weekend came around and i didn't manage to open up on her, so when he was at the door my heart beat a thousandtimes a second. When he came inside he looked at me with an expression i can't describe. Like a hunter looking at prey i guess.

My girlfriend made dinner for the three of us. We ate together. Then it was time.

I asked her to come to the bathroom with me, and thats where i told her that he raped me.

She didn't believe me though, probably because i did so late, she thought i was simply getting nervous again like last time, literally pushing me out of the door into our bedroom and telling me it'll be fine.

I was pressured by the two of them into having this threesome and submitted feeling i didn't have any choice. I was quite passive on the receiving end of them both though. She on the other hand enjoyed it clearly a ton.

A few days later i got messages from him again teasing me over it again.

That same night, me and her got it on, and again i couldn't really feel anything, until i imagined it was him doing me. My girlfriend noticed that and asked if we should invite him over again, maybe make it a regular thing because she enjoyed it a lot. I didn't say a thing and so she took it as a confirmation and invited him over once more. And it became a regular thing, and the more time passed, the more comfortable i became with it and even started to look forward to it.

It's been 2 years now and well. We three are living together now. The dynamic has shifted a lot, but not for the worse. Feels more like we are his girlfriends, and im surprisingly fine with that.

Me and my girlfriend have been together basically forever, we've known each other literally forever. But we are both Bi and were strongly bicurios about what we were missing or not missing out on with an actual men as opposed to toys, so we eventually decided it could be fun to have a threesome. We are both on the submissive end, so it's a little hard for us to have this kind of explosive sex you hear others talking about too.

We signed up on Hinge and actually really struggled to find a guy, between our high standards for that and also most guys thinking we were fake/catfishing/stealing kidneys when we told them we were looking for a threesome. But eventually we found a guy and went out to dinner with him, eventually went home with him, and started to get it going a little, making out and such things.

Eventually he took out his cock and started to undress me a little, and that's when i became paralized. Thinking about having a man like a sort of sex toy is one thing, actually having a man, with an actual real dick in front of you is another. I became really nervous and long story short, we called it off.

We talked about it, my girlfriend was of course super understanding, he was a little annoyed, but we called it off.

Then after, my girlfriend left, doing some late night pickups with her new free time, me and him alone at home.

He said something like "I drove 4 hours to nut inside of 2 pretty things and now i go home nutting in neither, that's kinda unfair" and such things. He kinda guilt tripped me i guess, even if he was technically correct. "Least you could do is let me jerk off looking at you" he said. I said, sure, fine and let him do it. But then he suddenly stood up and was like, you know what, i changed my mind, crawled on top of me, undressed me somewhat forcefully and fucked me. It happened so fast, for a short bit i didn't even realize what happened, when i did, i struggled to get him off, but he was way bigger and stronger than me. So eventually i could simply endure.

At some point i told him im not on birth control and begged him to at least pull out and he was like "Sounds like a you issue". Thats when i tried to fight him off again, more than before but to no avail. He came inside of me. I'll never forget the feeling. Nothing i ever did with my girlfriend or any toy felt remotely like that warm, sticky feeling inside of me.

When he was done, he said good girl, put on his pants and left. I went to take a shower, trying to comprehend what happened. I hardly spoke with my girlfriend when she was back. She thought i was simply still not quite over the start of the failed threesome.

About a week later, i suddenly got a notification on hinge, it was him. "I'll never forget that night ;)" that was all. A day later "Good girl" another day later "I know youve been reading my messages". I know i could have just blocked him or deleted the app, but i was still thinking about coming out to my girlfriend and reporting him to the law, and the app was the only connection i had to him, so of course i didn't.

Then one night, my girlfriend got it on with me, and when her weight was on top of me, when she put a toy in me, i could not stop imagining him, him lying on top of me, him putting it inside... i felt really guilty but i couldn't stop. Eventually i asked my girlfriend to choke me (like he did), something i never asked her before, and she did and i came better than i usually did.

Afterwards i felt even more guilty, like i was cheating on her. She noticed i wasn't doing well emotionally, and asked me about it, and that's when i opened up to her.

I told her when she was gone, me and him got it on afterall and that i essentially cheated on her. I didn't tell her he raped me.

She was very understanding of that, a little upset, but ultimately okay with it because we were planning to fuck him anyways initially. Though she felt like she would have wanted to be there like we originally planned.

We both fell asleep.

Then 2 days later, she dropped a bomb to me. She said she messaged him and invited him over to have a proper threesome this time for the weekend. So she can also experience it. I didn't know what to say and was panicking.

The weekend came around and i didn't manage to open up on her, so when he was at the door my heart beat a thousandtimes a second. When he came inside he looked at me with an expression i can't describe. Like a hunter looking at prey i guess.

My girlfriend made dinner for the three of us. We ate together. Then it was time.

I asked her to come to the bathroom with me, and thats where i told her that he raped me.

She didn't believe me though, probably because i did so late, she thought i was simply getting nervous again like last time, literally pushing me out of the door into our bedroom and telling me it'll be fine.

I was pressured by the two of them into having this threesome and submitted feeling i didn't have any choice. I was quite passive on the receiving end of them both though. She on the other hand enjoyed it clearly a ton.

A few days later i got messages from him again teasing me over it again.

That same night, me and her got it on, and again i couldn't really feel anything, until i imagined it was him doing me. My girlfriend noticed that and asked if we should invite him over again, maybe make it a regular thing because she enjoyed it a lot. I didn't say a thing and so she took it as a confirmation and invited him over once more. And it became a regular thing, and the more time passed, the more comfortable i became with it and even started to look forward to it.

It's been 2 years now and well. We three are living together now. The dynamic has shifted a lot, but not for the worse. Feels more like we are his girlfriends, and im surprisingly fine with that.

Me and my girlfriend have been together basically forever, we've known each other literally forever. But we are both Bi and were strongly bicurios about what we were missing or not missing out on with an actual men as opposed to toys, so we eventually decided it could be fun to have a threesome. We are both on the submissive end, so it's a little hard for us to have this kind of explosive sex you hear others talking about too.

We signed up on Hinge and actually really struggled to find a guy, between our high standards for that and also most guys thinking we were fake/catfishing/stealing kidneys when we told them we were looking for a threesome. But eventually we found a guy and went out to dinner with him, eventually went home with him, and started to get it going a little, making out and such things.

Eventually he took out his cock and started to undress me a little, and that's when i became paralized. Thinking about having a man like a sort of sex toy is one thing, actually having a man, with an actual real dick in front of you is another. I became really nervous and long story short, we called it off.

We talked about it, my girlfriend was of course super understanding, he was a little annoyed, but we called it off.

Then after, my girlfriend left, doing some late night pickups with her new free time, me and him alone at home.

He said something like "I drove 4 hours to nut inside of 2 pretty things and now i go home nutting in neither, that's kinda unfair" and such things. He kinda guilt tripped me i guess, even if he was technically correct. "Least you could do is let me jerk off looking at you" he said. I said, sure, fine and let him do it. But then he suddenly stood up and was like, you know what, i changed my mind, crawled on top of me, undressed me somewhat forcefully and fucked me. It happened so fast, for a short bit i didn't even realize what happened, when i did, i struggled to get him off, but he was way bigger and stronger than me. So eventually i could simply endure.

At some point i told him im not on birth control and begged him to at least pull out and he was like "Sounds like a you issue". Thats when i tried to fight him off again, more than before but to no avail. He came inside of me. I'll never forget the feeling. Nothing i ever did with my girlfriend or any toy felt remotely like that warm, sticky feeling inside of me.

When he was done, he said good girl, put on his pants and left. I went to take a shower, trying to comprehend what happened. I hardly spoke with my girlfriend when she was back. She thought i was simply still not quite over the start of the failed threesome.

About a week later, i suddenly got a notification on hinge, it was him. "I'll never forget that night ;)" that was all. A day later "Good girl" another day later "I know youve been reading my messages". I know i could have just blocked him or deleted the app, but i was still thinking about coming out to my girlfriend and reporting him to the law, and the app was the only connection i had to him, so of course i didn't.

Then one night, my girlfriend got it on with me, and when her weight was on top of me, when she put a toy in me, i could not stop imagining him, him lying on top of me, him putting it inside... i felt really guilty but i couldn't stop. Eventually i asked my girlfriend to choke me (like he did), something i never asked her before, and she did and i came better than i usually did.

Afterwards i felt even more guilty, like i was cheating on her. She noticed i wasn't doing well emotionally, and asked me about it, and that's when i opened up to her.

I told her when she was gone, me and him got it on afterall and that i essentially cheated on her. I didn't tell her he raped me.

She was very understanding of that, a little upset, but ultimately okay with it because we were planning to fuck him anyways initially. Though she felt like she would have wanted to be there like we originally planned.

We both fell asleep.

Then 2 days later, she dropped a bomb to me. She said she messaged him and invited him over to have a proper threesome this time for the weekend. So she can also experience it. I didn't know what to say and was panicking.

The weekend came around and i didn't manage to open up on her, so when he was at the door my heart beat a thousandtimes a second. When he came inside he looked at me with an expression i can't describe. Like a hunter looking at prey i guess.

My girlfriend made dinner for the three of us. We ate together. Then it was time.

I asked her to come to the bathroom with me, and thats where i told her that he raped me.

She didn't believe me though, probably because i did so late, she thought i was simply getting nervous again like last time, literally pushing me out of the door into our bedroom and telling me it'll be fine.

I was pressured by the two of them into having this threesome and submitted feeling i didn't have any choice. I was quite passive on the receiving end of them both though. She on the other hand enjoyed it clearly a ton.

A few days later i got messages from him again teasing me over it again.

That same night, me and her got it on, and again i couldn't really feel anything, until i imagined it was him doing me. My girlfriend noticed that and asked if we should invite him over again, maybe make it a regular thing because she enjoyed it a lot. I didn't say a thing and so she took it as a confirmation and invited him over once more. And it became a regular thing, and the more time passed, the more comfortable i became with it and even started to look forward to it.

It's been 2 years now and well. We three are living together now. The dynamic has shifted a lot, but not for the worse. Feels more like we are his girlfriends, and im surprisingly fine with that.