This can get a bit long, so I apologize. When I was fourteen my mother sold me to a man. That's right, she outright sold me for money. He took me and he had me tattooed with his 'sign'. He made me undress down to my underwear and I guess that's when he realized I wasn't really a woman yet. But he made me sleep with him, and he used me to masturbate. He definitely wanted me to be a woman already.
He didn't like the way I ate. He hired this woman to come teach me how to eat. She also had to teach me how to set the table for him, he is very particular about that. I also had to learn to cook for him, but that took a lot of lessons. I had only gone to the state run schools so I tested low, two grades below my age. He wanted a 'smart' girl and I spent all summer with a tutor who worked to bring my grades up. In the end I had to go a grade lower and never caught up, so I went to school with girls that were younger than me. I went to an all girls school, he didn't want any 'males' around me. I wasn't interested but that didn't matter, I spent all my school with girls.
When I finished my secondary school, I actually had good marks. He married me that same week. And then he made me have complete sex with him. I had been sleeping with him since I was sold, so full on penetration sex was just one more step. For those years when I was still 'too young' he used me for masturbation. I used two shirts at night, the first one he masturbated on and then I changed to the fresh one to sleep. The maid changed the sheets and washed the clothes and she asked me about it. I showed her my tattoo and she stopped asking questions for a while. She was really intrigued and I'm sure I didn't understand fully, but what I understood is that she would let him have sex with her if that is what I wanted. I didn't, he didn't want any man near me, I didn't want some woman near him.
I went to a college of all girls and studied business and History. He hated me leaving for college and came to get me and take me home. I had to ask him to let me grow up, but he wanted me with him, not away from him. It was always difficult to be separated. I wanted to be with him, don't get me wrong, I want to be with him.
I'm 25 now and I have total responsibility for running the house. The maid now answers to me. She is too familiar with me, still washes my underwear by hand, one piece at a time. Everything else she uses the machine. She keeps asking me when I'm going to bring a baby home. I tell her none of her business, but she is the only woman I talk to about these things and I am going to ask my husband if I can start having children. I would like to have four, that's been my dream all my life.
I am very well aware that my husband didn't buy me to be his wife. But once he saw that I was so young, his heart melted and he decided that I would be his wife once I was old enough. He still doesn't think I'm old enough, he keeps telling me 'when you are old enough I will tell you'.
