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Under Her Thumb

... been in there just before I had stuck my tongue in, brought me to a swift climax too. Our relationship lasted right to the end of school and we started going out together properly when I had my first job at 18. I was an apprentice electrician and Carla was training to be a hairdresser. She had cut down on the other guys but still took control of our lovemaking. We married way too early at 19 and managed to secure a rented council house in the town. The lovemaking continued to be controlled by Carla. I loved not having to make the decisions. We had sex in the snow, naked in a field, sex in a multi-storey car park, and she made me go out one night with both of us wearing our long winter overcoats and nothing underneath then got me to fuck her in a shop doorway in the town centre with people walking past. We even had sex in the back garden with the neighbours having a barbeque just over the high fence. She loved the unusual and once when we were watching the neighbours Alsatian dog, she tied me to the bed and brought the dog in to lick my cock and balls. It disgusted me and yet I came with great f***e because Carla was doing it. We were 20 when Carla asked me if I was still excited by the thought of her with other guys. I had to confess I was. The reason, she said was that she loved me but needed more cock. I also confessed that I wasn't too sure about her going out at night with other guys on her own in case people talked. "Oh no," she said, "You're going to be involved at all ...

... stages!" Perhaps I should have seen this marked change in our life coming and my complete attitude to sex too. Here I was, a young moderately heterosexual 21 year old male, pretty good looking (if you don't mind red mop tops) and well blessed in the tools department, letting some female dictate where my sex life was going. You might even be reading this and thinking I was a bit of a wimp. The trouble I had was my very hard cock was telling me I really wanted whatever it was she was planning. I was finding being told what I was going to do, highly erotic and it was patently obvious that Carla loved forcing me to do whatever her filthy mind had planned for me. "Trouble is Rick," she would say, "I don't like the hunks with hairy chests, I prefer them to be a little softer and more subservient and you fit that bill." Our summer holidays were coming up and we hadn't planned to go anywhere, just to do a bit of redecoration in the flat and take the odd day trip. We finished work on the Friday and on Saturday afternoon she suggested we take a walk uptown. She looked a little butch for my liking in jeans, loose t-shirt and boots. Her hair was short anyway but the way she had it tied back she looked almost like she had a short back and sides. Well we walked down to the park in the town centre and after strolling for a while, sat on a bench. "You see those toilets over there?" she said. "Yes," I replied. "I went into the ladies last week and the gents seemed very busy so I strolled in ...