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Married for 8 years now, I can not stop reminiscing the weekend 14 days before I was married to my traditional and religious husband.
As a South Asian (I’m not Indian), the concept of an “arrange marriage” isn’t alien to us at all. Girls especially, to this day too, get a boy chosen by their parents many a times.
I had moved out of my native country 10 years ago to explore career opportunities and to taste some freedom without interference. I made friends from different nationalities and learnt about different cultures along the way. I also dated a British Boy for a little over a year too, which back home would be absolutely reprimanded. I learnt about my kinky side with him and that I had submissive tendencies while he was a pure dom.
Living 2 years out of the my country, came the time when my parents wondered its time to get her married (I was 25). Under no circumstance could I even mention that I was dating a boy and that he was a westerner would have been a death sentence. The plug to my free life would have been pulled with an immediate effect.
I was a found a eligible traditional religious boy from a good family and was given a choice (none in reality) to give my answer after meeting him once. Within 3 weeks of meeting him, my wedding date was set in 3 months time.
All the while, I was still dating my bf back where I lived. I had go back and let him know.
He asked me when I would be travelling back home for my wedding (I cut out the emotional drama), and told me that he had planned a surprise on the weekend before I travel.
He had booked a resort villa with a heated private pool for 4 nights exactly 14 days before the day of my wedding. As soon as I entered the villa, my clothes were torn off and I was bound to the horizontal bars of the four poster bed in the villa. I was spanked, whipped, nipples clamped, gagged for hours at a stretch with respite only given when he would relentlessly and mercilessly pound me into the floor or in the swimming pool. He plugged me, while he fucked me. He vibed my clit, while he claimed my hind side. I learnt what throating truly meant in those 4 days. He had a thing for body smells, and wouldn’t even let me have a bath (Unless in the pool) and would lick my body every morning. He left my legs so bruised and tired, my condition in my flight two days later was of utter discomfort.
He had told me at that time, “I’m gonna leave you craving me for the rest of your life” and here I’m, eight (married) years later, still getting goosebumps thinking of those 4 nights.

PS: My husband doesn’t know I have ever dated a man before him.

NSFW: yes

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