Tw: SA, Nymphomania
Not sure if this would be the right place to post this, but my daddy/hubby advised me to post on here to get abit more perspective.
So first things first, when i was a preteen, i was SAed awake repeatedly by a male relative many mornings till i became a teen. It was quite traumatic and it definitely was a contributing factor to what lead me down this lifestyle, which I assume it was some sort of coping mechanism for me. I dont have much problems with it nowadays as i am in a stable wholesome relationship with my daddy/hubby.
Recently, hubby had been assigned to onboard the overseas team via online zoom calls. Meaning that he will he awake much earlier than i would normally wake up. Normally i would be the one to wake up first to make him breakfast and wake him up with either head or sex. But since he will be up before i am, i gave him permission to have sex with me while i was still asleep as long as i was wearing the pink buttplug (cleaned out the night before). Theoretically, i was already free use before this point, but free use is not really evident when im the one that is more intimate than hubby. So this was the first time he will actually be using the free use card. I honestly thought nothing of it.
So i was indeed quite surprised to wake up the next morning at 4am with my legs over my head and tied to the headboard and my hubby balls deep in me. My initial reaction was actually abject horror and i experienced a momentary terror. But as the wakefulness crept back into me and i made more sense of the situation, seeing my hubby there, giving me cheek kisses and patting my head, seems to place a kind of peace into me. This feeling only seemed to grow as i started to experience the pleasure of his thrusts into me.
But this situation, combined with the pleasure i started to feel, seemed to remind me of the same pleasure i used to feel when my aggressor was SAing me (yes i did eventually learn to feel pleasure from being SAed, i think its another coping mechanism). I felt a tinge of disgust towards myself, but that didn't last long and was soon replaced by a feeling i can only describe as "Victory"? The feeling was a mixture of pride and triumph that i cant really explain where it comes from. I just felt weirdly very happy and empowered in that moment, i just smiled and gave him a kiss and said "good morning"
Me: Why are my legs tired up?
Hubby: It was hard to keep them away while you were asleep, are they bothering you or making you uncomfortable my love? If they are, im sorry and i wont do it again. I had my reservations about doing this at all.
Me: No its alright. Its strangely kind of very hot. Im not sure why.
Hubby: Im glad, my meeting will start soon, may i finish inside you?
Me(smiling): Please *don't ever* ask me for permission to put your babies in me, i exist to carry your children, and you needing my consent or permission is silly.
(Both hubby and I *LOVE* baby making talk)
Hubby(confused smile): why the sudden focus on consent? Regardless, i think it polite to ask for consent even from my spouse.
Me(slightly annoyed): i dont want you to.
Hubby(Understanding smile): Im cumming inside you.
This feeling of "Victory" got really intense as he came inside me. I have always felt proud as a wifey to carry my hubby's cum inside me all day. But this was different, i felt triumphant, like i won over someone, felt cocky even. My hubby went for his call after that and i went back to sleep after plugging myself back up.
(I had several chats with hubby recently so ill try my best to explain my perspective as to how i think i got this feeling/idea).
When i was getting SAed, my aggressor never finished inside, he always wore a condom and pulled out when finishing, he has mentioned many times about how he wanted to finish inside me, but never did. I assume it was because it would have left more evidence if he ever got caught. So he never did so, inspite of repeatedly stating how much he wanted to. So when i made the decision to allow my hubby to penetrate me and finish inside regardless of my consent, it sort of felt like i was sticking it to that man like:
"Look at you, having to force me, coerce me, pressure me, beg me and lie to me just so you can SA me and get away with it.
And here i am, willingly giving up my dignity, my safety and my autonomy to this man, giving him blanket permission to SA me *and* finish inside me *and* i will still happily carry it around with me all day. Compared to him you were pathetic"
Its weird, but im not sure how else i can put it. Its sort of like, getting SAed by someone i love and trust, on my terms, was somehow making that other man pathetic, like i was cucking him, like: "look what i am doing for this man that you always wanted but will never get".
I hope that makes sense?
Now this is great and all, but like, after that point, i just craved more and more of that feeling. I kept egging my hubby for more and more "realistic" roleplay. He was happy to oblige at first, but i guess i got more and more explicit in my expectations that he is now slightly concerned that this might not actually be healthy for me mentally.
And honestly, now that he mentioned it, im not too sure myself. So what i sorta want to ask is; is this alright? Is this healthy? Do i need to go back to a therapist? As of this moment i do feel safe, secure and happy. But could i be making things worse for myself in the long run? What are your thoughts?
*Do let me know if there are any parts that are confusing! This was edited many times in an attempt to make it easier to read (this is draft 3 already). So please let me know if i got confusing at any point. Or if you have anything you want to clarify or ask as well!*