My husband (sometimes I am his sex friend) is dongthong and he controls my sexual life. He is letting me write this and post it under his name. We met in a wieght training class. : please see below.

The best thing about my husband is he doesn’t listen to me. He knows that I am a whimp but love to be punished and I am more happy when I satisfy him- whatever it takes. Sometimes he goes on marathon punishments using my pussy as the main object of torture. He does a lot of grabbing a handful of my pussy and then pulling and tugging until I whimper and cry. The worse is when I can no longer handle it, and try to stop him with my hands. We agreed that this meant I need to be tied down to allow him to continue with the fun (as he puts it). On our third date he made me agree to not stop until he is finished and has cum. If he is in a bad mode and wants to take it out on pussy, tits, face, ass, etc. he will tell me to take off my clothes to be tied up. If we are in the van normally I am tied up with my legs wide open and bent way back for ass fucking. It is better that I am tied up because I may resist when his long fat dick rips my ass. Not only that but he likes slap me and hates it when he doesn’t have full access. The main frustration he has with that position is that it is hard to slap my face but he still manages to do a great job. Often times after “trash fucking” me as we call it, he likes to take me out in public to show off my red face and thighs and laugh as he recalls how I whimpered and cried during our slap happy fun. He likes to tell me to “prepared my face for slap happy fun”. When we are in public most of the people stare at my face in confusion over the red marks. Some figure it out and smile (normally the men) or give a look of disgusts. He has me just smile and laugh when people notice.

He loves slapping my face. For him it is more fun than slapping my ass. Slapping my ass is done more during the down time of slapping my pussy, face and tits. They need a brake from his daily slapping pinching and pulling. Sometimes he gives them a brake while he really beats my ass. Normally I get into position for punishment before, during and after dinner every day. If there is time in the morning and often times in the middle of the night I will be punished- normally with a quick and hard ass punishment and pinching and pulling my pussy with face slaps thrown in (he calls them extras.) Sometimes I (on my own will) have to ask for extras. When the pain gets really bad as he stabs my ass I will ask for them because they help to divert my attention from my butt hole. If I am laying face down, legs open, ass up, pussy exposed and with my hands spreading my ass (this is the default position), after he is done cumming, I turn around being in the same position for the final blows. Typically they are upward swings to my pussy (they hit my clit better and prepares me for my second fucking), then he moves up to my tits and face. It doesn’t last too long (10-15 minutes) but it sure does hurt.

Since the day we met I submitted to him- he noticed me starring at him and took advantage of my weakness for admiration. The first day was in an early morning weight training class. He spanked my butt a few times because I delayed to long on the machine. Since I was totally enamored with him I didn’t say anything except “sorry”. I had been spanked before and loved it, except the guy was too scared about hurting me. The next class he offered to show me how to properly use some of them machines (he is wrestler). I was spanked for not listening, and as he said “for being whimpy.” At the end of that class I had red thighs and some on my butt where the flesh showed. The following class he gave me a wedgy and spankings that hurt. I laughed and so did he. As time went on I had spots on the wall where I place my hands and on the ground where I placed my feet for spankings. After that we went out and on our first date, he drove. We went to restaurant and then the beach and then his house. During the whole driving period and at the beach he gave me what he calls the red lobster. He slapped my thighs down to my ankles until they were red. It went on for hours and I was his hostage. He is good at making it seem like a game, and when I tried to block his slaps, he punished me harder for doing it. The whole time laughing at me with his wicked smile and dreamy eyes. After taking a long slap happy walk on the beach he observed my legs while I stood there waiting for his report. While looking up dress at my thong, he said “let’s continue the lobster treatment at my house. OK.” I said, as he still states today when he tells the story to friends, “OK, thanks.” At his house,