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mydomhusbandhissubwife · 3 years

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My first husband left me with four daughters when I was pregnant with my youngest, but God sent me a wonderful new husband whom I am greatful for, he is my purpose to be at his side and obeying honoring respectful and submissive. Im a stay at home mother and wife as my Mother was and hers as well.

My daughter's will see how to be good moral godly women from me.

My daughter's are 12 -14- 16 -17 yrs of age.

They are all very loved and cared for by there step father and feel he is there real father at this point in time.

I have had a abusive childhood and young adult life. My father was accidentally killed when I was 6 yrs old, my mother remarried but was always soon left on her own.

My Mother once I was 11-22 yes old found that beating me when she was upset for something I had done or something else made her feel better, so I was an only child when living alone Mother would work and I took care of cleaning the house and doing chores, once my Mother was home she would inspect the house and my other chores then if I had done it to her approval she would clean up change and start dinner.

I will say that I always felt deeply in my heart of hearts I was one day to be my husband's property, I remember it made me feel calm and very excited thinking about making him proud of me as I obeying respectful and submissive to his every command.

As I started to slowly grown into a young woman my body filling out and boys my age or older that I noticed staring at me.

My Mom would pay attention to me in church where I also went to school and graduated from some years later, My mom was strict about how I was in my daily life behaving and dressing as well as grooming me to be able to please a future bf/husband one day.

Now at 13-14 I started to dwell on boys I had crush's on or young adult men in there early 20s roughly handling me slapping my face if I mouthed off or to just do so as well as shredding my clothes off roughly using my body and humiliated punished and hurting me for there amusement made me crave to be allowed to date my mom was open to making sure I was clean good manners and respectful obedient submissive as well as knew how to be a good wife and mother.

My mother would often punish me for things she felt I needed to know. She always had me nude and received a spanking on my bare bottom she said a good wife will crave to be whipped by her husband and if he enjoys doing so that great wife's will encourage him to thrash them and learn to love the pain the embarrassing positions in that she is displayed for him in making sure he will be proud of a good wife seeing her crave more moaning to his delight.

This ment every time Mother would punish me I was to learn to enjoy pain making it pleasure instead. She helped with my training in this by making sure I was aroused as I was spanked by her. Telling me as I was swatted to spread my legs rub my shaved mound on her knees and that feeling my hard nipples being touched pinched and flicked, my bottom swatted hard my bottom burning colors from light pink to deep red and using implements as I was older to arouse and make me used to them was normal daily routine.

Enemas, and ginger root, plugs, and to make sure my wedding night was a success at 16-21 of age I was told once my mom bought a training rubber gurthy and normal length male genitals and made sure I could orally please him I would be always sucking licking stroking and seeing how long I could keep it all the way down my throat until I needed to breath.

My Mother once I was 17 allowed me to date a young man who was 16 yrs old. My mother told him before are date that I was to be a good girl and telling my date if I gave him any issues that he was to tell Mother once he was back to drop me off.

My Mom before my date arrived had given me a paddling to remind me to be well behaved as not to embarrass her for having a misbehaving daughter. Mother said I should obey and let the young man lead.

Once in his car and after we where going to the bowling alley after parking we went in and having lots of fun. After we drove to the pond and walked a hiking trail leading to a part that was over grown and had benches to sit facing the pond and woods.

He and I grew up seeing each other daily and talking when possible, and until that evening myself or him had been allowed to have the time it took to really have me to himself.

I remember thinking as I sat on his side that seeing his young hands strong his legs muscled handsome face steely eyes strong jaw it all made me feel safe and I wished he would know that he could have done as he wished to me.

He saw as I walked infront of him twirling my pleaded skirt as I spun around giggling and smiles at him. He did not seem nervous like some other boys that I was allowed to be taken out by and it stem's from him knowing I was happy to see him looking at my body.

I was seen by him earlier that same year as my Mother had taken me out of church service to the back end into a empty class room and there I was given a bare bottom spanking for staring at a older young man seating a few rows behind where we sat.

My mom cought on and told me to stop but after her 2end warning she marched out with me gripping my upper arm sternly walking me to the classroom and once I was bent over the metal grey and sliver desk skirt up panties down at my ankles she was upset to much to see the boy in the room across from me watch as I was spanked Mother once done said I was to wait like that until ten minutes then return to sit with her making sure I would be calm. She left and I still eyes locked on his asked him to come over and see how bad I was thrashed . He blushed and smiled walking around me to see my bottom burning hot my butt I raised up legs spread I said to him that I liked him and only him I asked him to help me feel better and rub my sore bottom. He hesitated then started to gental and answering me as I asked him if I was pleasing to him hearing his yes and asking if he enjoys seeing me spanked he smiled and said he did now. He saw my wet lips feeling his touch I told him if he would allow me to be able to be his date one day that his time with me would be for his enjoyment, I said I would promise to be on that day his eager willing obedient secret.

He closed the door and said he thought I was very pretty and I made him feel very excited I saw his man hood grow behind his pants. I pulled up my panties and let my skirt down. I asked him before leaving what he as a man felt a girl like myselfs duty is. He said he hoped a wife. One day for him would be able to tell by his eyes figure out what makes him feel she was a good wife.

He had watched my Mom thrash me a few more times if I saw him watching me be swatted I was always sure to spread my legs raised my bottom and whimper/moaned softly as well as once alone fantasy my bed rubbing my self pretending to have him abuse my body until I would climax.

I asked him to know that he could have me do anything to make him enjoy being with me that night. He said he would be pleased if I stripped seeing my nude body he enjoyed touching me and as I answered his questions about being excited when I was punished from Mother having me tell him the truth I blushed saying I loved it if he watched mom whip me it would be overwhelming for me.

I said I wanted to be a man's slut his toy for him to abuse. He had me tell him about how I was punished I told him in detail rubbing my self as I did. I climaxed in front of him he was smiling and happy to be apart of this, he told me to have my eyes shut until he said to open them I obeyed he had me kneeling down and orally please him. I sucked swallowed and gagged on his hard penis stoking him slobbering all over and moaning licking his shaft up and down his breathing quick grunting as I gave him the best I could give. He came I swallowed all of his seed once he was done with my mouth he zipped up and buttoned. His pants I stood up and smiled at him. Driving to my house I said if he was to keep on seeing me that I would give him a present to think on. So once home he had me mouth off to him my mom heard watching me he then found mother with my arm sternly held in place asking him if her daughter's attitude was acceptable after he had left or just now sowered. He said I had been determined to lead over him and that he would consider another date only if I was made sure to not behave as I had.

My mother not smart enough to know we where using her to have me thrashed but I played my part as she told him to have a seat in the back lounge room and there I was thrashed in front of my first husband.

He told my mom he was wanting to date me regularly, and once he was granted permission only after a few months did it take for him to thrash me alone and infront of my mom as he felt comfortable to do so.

After a solid year mom would trust him eoungh to leave us alone to go shopping or to join friends for girl time getting hair done.

Once alone I had been enjoying behaving as a slut craving his abuse being his toy. He pumped his seed into my bottom and stomach I was called names humiliated embarrassed teased tied up displayed nude my sensitive lips he enjoys swatting. I told him I would do anything and everything to make him happy if he had me be his wife. Three years later married and living on our own he worked and once home he would be treated as my king. I would have beautiful girls join us in making sure he was pleased being degarated and embarrassed spanking me as his buddy's watch or use me for there amusement drunk.

I got pregnant with my first daughter and he knew I kept saying she was going to be taught by myself to be a good wife and mother as mom had taught me. As he got older he said that seeing me being whipped by a older women or young woman depending on the time was his craving.

As my second daughter was conceived my eldest grew up. At her 14 birthday she was behaving poorly my husband told me to take care of the brat I had been spanking my eldest daughter for some time and that time was no different she was stripped naked and crying hard blushing I laid her across my lap and with my hand I swatted her bare bottom hard my leg over both of hers to not allow her to kick or struggle free. My husband once I was done had his belt and strapping her bottom 14 times as of her age she was sobbing begging for it to stop. I took her to tuck her in to bed early. After I went to my husband who was still sitting belt in hand I knew he was needing to be released his swollen hard penis needed to cum spanking a girl or woman always made him very excited. I stay in shape and I'm lucky to have a body that has held it's shape after the children and up to my age.

I've had my breast made to be perky and young firm bouncy again my first husband would start to do coke and drink. And he started to only sexually enjoy a young woman who worked under him. I knew he was craving to corrupt her no love only to make her his toy. After my last daughter was 2 months in my belly he said he was going to leave. I was left and after he left us his house property and some money.

I then determined to make sure it never happened again. Made my body fit and healthy, so much attractive to out shine young women. At my local park I found my next husband he had a son who was 13 and his wife had cheated and ran off with some guy moving to the country he lived in. I know when a Dom looks at me his eyes tell me. So I showed him a beautiful sexy submissive willing woman eager to please. After a few months he dated me a year past and I was married.

Now my sadist husband teaches his willing slave wife to do his biding he pays for my daughter's and myself to live very well from most so I keep his pleasure at the top of my priority list.

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gotstory · 7 years

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My 20 Year Old Idol Husband - Day 12 [ Together]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9 / Day 10 / Day 11 / Day 12 /

In the bustling hub of Seoul's Incheon Airport, two suspicious looking men were hunched over a cup of coffee at a cafe while facing the glass doors of the arrival gates. Their anxiety hidden behind black caps, black hoodies and face masks.

They were desperately trying not to attract any attention while hoping to catch sight of the tall, well-built, and ever-familiar silhouette of Jeon Jungkook upon his arrival.

No one else knew about the arrival. Not even the managers, the company, or the other members - except these 2 men, one of which had nearly suffered a panic attack over the phone.

--- 3 days ago ---

"I'm leaving BTS." Jungkook's clear voice pierced through the phone like a sharp arrow.

The worse nightmare had come true for none other than BTS' leader, Kim Namjoon, as the 3 words hit his ears. But his head and heart rejected it as fast as a ball bouncing off a brick wall.

There was no way his precious golden maknae; their lead singer, the centre of the group, would ever say something like that.

No. He's testing me.

"Namjoon hyung? Are you there, can you hear me?" Jungkook's voice was clear as day and there was no mistake.

Namjoon knew there had to be something more than met the eye, and if he wanted to find out what it was, the only way was to go along with Jungkook.

"Fine. If that so be your desire."

There was silence on the other end of the line thereafter and Namjoon knew perfectly how to use it. Unlike the young and impulsive Jungkook, the leader let his silence do the talking.

"R-r-re-really Hyung?" came Jungkook's meekly surprised response.

Namjoon hummed in thought, "Hmm, I never saw this coming but like you always say to me - You're an adult now and the hyungs are proud of you for being able to stand on your own two feet."

Jungkook burst out in delirium, and Namjoon knew he'd caught him right on the bait. "Hyung! You're really letting me go, just like that?"

"Isn't that what you called to tell me? Or did I hear it wrong?"

Namjoon laughed and continued, "You said 'Hyung, I'm leaving BTS', right?"

At once, Jungkook knew he was read by his Hyung, like an open book with large alphabets; even colourful pictures. He could scarcely hide a thing from him and it didn't matter even if he was miles away - it was Kim Namjoon; the brain, the leader, the one who was always watching out for them over the last 5 years.

Namjoon softened his tease when the silence grew a little too uncomfortable, "Look Jungkook-ah, I mean like... is there something else going on that I should know about? Maybe we could talk about it - if you wanna... ... you still in Busan with Jimin, right?"

A wave of guilty hit him for lying to his hyung, the one who only cared for his wellbeing above himself.

Meekly he answered, "Actually... I.... didn't go to Busan... I..." his voice trailed off.

Namjoom gently urged him on, "So you... are... in...?"

In a single breath, Jungkook 'fessed up like he was kneeling before Namjoon in confession. "I f-flew b-back to Europe," he stuttered, "and I'm with Chae-rin..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhh...... I SEE!" Namjoon put the pieces together instantly, thinking he had got the Jungkook puzzled figured out.

"Ahhh.. You cutie, SO in love that you don't wanna leave her huh, awwwwwwwwwwwww! CUUUUUTE."

Jungkook pursed his lips in response. "Uh not so much of that, it's more of I can't."

Namjoon felt a knot in his stomach and asked cautiously, "Did something bad happen?"

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"Jimin-ah," Namjoon nudged his elbow across the coffee table, "did Jungkook tell you what happened?"

He pouted slightly with his plump pink lips, "I was about to ask you that since he called you." Jimin said, equally curious.

As it turned out, Jungkook refused to tell them about the news, only compromising a little after Namjoon promised not to freak out. "It's a game changer." He said, and let Jimin in on the details of his arrival, so they could hear his news together when he returned as planned.

Namjoon recounted the conversation for Jimin, "he said he can't leave Chae-rin so I said 'Fine, then bring her back with you.' and so he said he would."

Jimin started fiddling with his ring, a sign that he was nervous in thought. "What are we gonna tell the rest when we go back? Did he say how long she'd be here for?"

His question was met with a quick shrug, "He didn't - but it felt like he was never ever gonna let her out of his sight and I don't know why. The suspense is killing me, Jimin-ah." Namjoon accidentally flipped off his hood and started ruffling his bright blonde hair, causing a few others nearby to briefly turn in their direction.

Hurriedly, Jimin reached across to pull the hood gently back over his head, but knocking over his cup of drink. "Ah hyung! It's all your fault! we're gonna get found out!"

The clumsy duo hushed themselves and continued their conversation, "Anyway..." Jimin continued, "in the time she's with us, we've got to make sure none of the managers come in. I'm not worried about the rest, just... Tae-hyungie..."

"Aishhh, Tae! We really need to have a meeting about this later on, this is driving me nuts, can he just hurry come and-- OH OH OH!" In the distance, Jungkook appeared, fully masked in black from top to toe, head bowed and walking in large strides as usual.

A few bodies away, Chae-rin strolled in after him, keeping her distance naturally. It was obvious that Jungkook was keeping her in sight even though they were walking apart from his constant pauses to look around.

Hurriedly, Jimin and Namjoon got up and made their way nearer to the gate, cautious to be behind the crowd who were waiting for their friends and family.

Jungkook saw his hyungs from afar and went nearer to Chae-rin, speaking to her behind his mask, and moving away once he was done.

"There, in black hoods in 2 o'clock. Jimin and Namjoon hyung."

You nodded as you caught sight of them, stifling a laugh as they were covered up like thieves. You made eye contact with Jimin as he continued watching you, pulling down his mask for a second as he mouthed a smiling 'welcome'.

That sweet eye-smile calmed your nerves after the long flight, and made you feel that you truly had family here, in Seoul. You admit that aside from Jungkook, you missed Jimin the most, having known him a little better than the rest. He was also always the one sending you photos of Jungkook.

When all four of you were packed into the taxi, the boys could finally breath freely as they removed their hoods, masks and glasses.

Namjoon was the first to let out his pent up emotions at the youngest.

"You. Talk. NOW!"

Jungkook, with his signature shocked eyes and slightly parted mouth, darted his eyes to you - and then Jimin, and to the driver.

"Yes. Now." Jimin reiterated, the leisurely smile completely wiped from his face.

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(Chae-rin's/Your POV)

Jungkook looked hesitant and you could understand how he felt. After all, you were the one who was against this whole idea of coming here, staying in the dorm, and he didn't want to upset anyone - you included.

So you chose to speak.

"Guys, I'm ... pregnant."

Jimin who was in the front seat, let out a long and instinctive high-pitched shout.

"whuuuudddddddddddd???"

Namjoon on the other hand, was shocked to silence, his jaw dropping in an instant.

Jungkook quickly reached for your hand, clasping it tightly, and the shocked eyes of the boys followed.

"Yes hyung. She has no one else but me - and I have no one else, but you hyungs. So, we're all in this, TOGETHER."

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