A Dominant Wife and her submissive顺从 — willing to obey husband's Journal

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My first sexual experience with Morgan occurred about a week after she attended her first BDSM event. She invited me to her mother’s house in rural Illinois. Her mother was away and it was just me and Morgan. I was sure she had been sewn into the leather pants she was wearing. She also had on a leather vest. I couldn't resist throwing my arm over her shoulder whenever I reasonably could to touch the soft, magic leather that followed every move of her muscles and to breathe the delicious, potent fragrance of tannin that enveloped her.

The floor of the huge living room was made of stone blocks and the click of the stiletto细高跟 — a very thin high heel heel on her high boots echoed in my ears. I couldn't conceal my obvious fascination and after a whole evening of staring and absorbing this vision, I didn't even bother to try. I had all I could do to control my almost all-consuming urge to fall down on my hands and knees and ask her to mount me. My heart beat and my breath quickened at the very thought of those magnificent leather legs gripping my back.

Morgan must have sensed what was going on inside my head because she walked over to the metal cylinder that contained an assortment of umbrellas and she withdrew a riding crop马鞭 — a short whip. I don’t know when she hid that crop in there or where it came from.