Episode 1

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"...Steven was drawn irrevocably into my service shortly after and we were married within a year. He has become my council, my cuckold, my means of support and in many ways is very dear to my heart. Life would not be the same without him...”

I had wanted Marcus in particular to be the father of my children for more than a year, since first learning of his status as the Community Bull. A piqued curiosity at first, quickly became an obsession. I had finally gathered enough nerve to put the wheels of my plan in motion, and now that my husband Steven, had resigned himself to his role in the years to come, I could move forward with confidence. I would use Marcus to sire three, maybe four children. Steven earned a good income and had a bright future ahead of him with the firm. We could easily afford to raise several children.

Steven had presented himself as an eagerly submissive male from the very outset. Our relationship is a perfect example of how two polar opposites attract.

We had met nine years earlier through an online dating site that was very popular at the time. It catered mostly to people looking for a permanent relationship that had been frustrated with trying to find romance through traditional means; in nightclubs, through work, or among their friend’s networks. I need to call the shots in a relationship and if I’m honest, possess an entitled attitude with an occasional cruel streak. Very few of my first dates and early encounters with the men I’d meet lasted long enough to become relationships. I would either quickly get bored with them or just outright chase them off in frustration.

It became very clear to me that to continue looking for a suitable male in the traditional way, was st best, a waste of tome. I needed to try a much different approach to get what I wanted and quite frankly, what I felt that I justly deserved.

I had some profile shots done by a well-established professional photographer best known for his boudoir work.  My natural look is sporty meets preppy, on a petite frame, with C cup breasts, a narrow waste and a gymnast’s backside. My bitchy friends at boarding school would refer to me behind my back as ‘Tits on a stick’. He dressed and posed me in ways that made me look hot without breaching the site guidelines. I was guaranteed to cast the widest possible net on a site called Plenty of Fish.

It was a good strategy as I was quickly bombarded with attention. I was pinged by a lot of interested men and able to select for desirable qualities bluntly and efficiently, disqualifying immediately any who clearly hadn’t taken the time to read my profile.

Anyone making the first cut would receive a canned response to their email if it appeared well written and genuine. After a couple of erudite small talk exchanges, I would move the conversation to ask frankly whether they were comfortable being in a female led relationship and if they had any experience in the lifestyle. Less than five percent made it to this point, and only one in fifty of those expressed any interest in further contact.  It was a time consuming and arduous process, but I was determined to only meet with a man who would be genuinely comfortable with my inner Bitch.

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