Our marriage didn't start out this way. We were the normal newlywed couple, in love and in lust. We were looking forward to starting a family. It didn't take much to inspire hubby for sex; sometimes my fully clothed body turned him on. We both worked. It was normal that our sexcapades gradually dwindled from every day to a few days to just the weekends. I always loved him dearly and would do anything I could to please him. For example, I learned to love sucking his dick, because he loved it so much. I learned to love swallowing so that I could perform orally anywhere in the house. That led to sucking his dick in our car. If I sucked him to completion on the way to the restaurant, I could play with his dick on the way home; that process led to me getting a good fucking. I love a good fucking. I would also wear low cut dresses and blouses to inspire him at dinner too. Of course, I never wore panties when out on a date. As we waited for me to get pregnant, I was blissfully satisfied with our sex and our life. Things changed when I couldn't get pregnant. It wasn't for lack of trying. The tests showed he was the problem. He offered me an uncontested divorce, but I assured him that I loved him more than just for his breeding value. In my mind, we would just continue as we had been; I loved him and my life so much. It did seem to affect him however. I think he felt like less of a man. It became more and more difficult to inspire him to give me a good fucking. I bought sluttier clothing; it helped for a while. I paraded around the house in sexy suspenders and half bras; it worked for a while. We watched straight porn together. Still, I wasn't getting enough sex to satisfy me. I bought a pair of padded handcuffs and put them on while watching a BDSM movie that I bought. It was like a switch was turned on. That inspired him to ordering me around and giving me a good fucking. Not wanting to lose the BDSM momentum, I brought home more movies. I also bought more BDSM gear: leg cuffs, leather collar and leash, nipple clamps. One night when I was cuffed wearing all my gear, the movie showed a master spanking his slave. He pulled me over his knees and spanked my ass with his bare hand until it burned. I was soaked by this action. As he bent me over and plunged into my pussy, he kept complimenting my sexy red ass. This continued for weeks. I found myself loving it all. I was trussed over his knees when he pulled out his belt and doubled it up. He asked if I could take it. I said that I didn't know, but if he wanted to do it, I loved him so much that I was willing to try. It hurt like hell, but it made me wetter than hell. He said how much he loved the results as he bent me over and fucked me. I loved that. As we progressed to whips and canes the results were incredibly hot. I now have a tongue ring and nipple rings too. With my new job hours, I now have time to undress, bathe, put on my gear, and tie my leash to the bannister in the front hall just before cuffing my hands behind my back. I always beg him to use me when he comes inside. Some of you might think that he is being cruel to me, but I do this out of love. I am willing to give him this power over me, because he enjoys it. Also, it results in me getting exactly what I want. I take his blows to give him power over me. I swallow his cum to give my love to his power. Some of the sex slaves in the movies may be acting, but I am genuine. I am not naturally submissive; I submit to prove my love.