"Daddy, I'm scared."He switched on light by his bed and sat up. I closed the bedroom door and walked over next to his bed. Dad looked over my nighty."...lanna, is something wrong?" Daddy, I'm scared of the storm, can I stay with you for a while?" Aren't you a little old for that?"A flash of lightening and clap of thunder shook the house. I jumped out of fear. The nighty flew up a little and I saw him look between my legs."Daddy, please, I'm scared and I can't sleep." I rubbed my eye, like I was. After serving Tara breakfast in bed, we made our romantic love triangle with Tara official – we all married each other, so to speak. After reciting our ‘vows of love’ together with each other, I phoned my attorney and directed him to add Tara’s name to everything that we own in our will. The highlight of Tara’s birthday celebration came that night. While we dined at a classy restaurant, and much to Tara’s surprise, Vicki and I presented her with a custom made wedding ring, made identical to. But none of it works for me; I have to be with someone to orgasm. So I thought I’d write down some of my experiences of being a Sub and share them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful comments people left me on my prior posts, I am so happy you enjoyed them. I must say reliving each of these experiences as I write them has been cathartic for me. I received several requests to explain the strict obedience training methods that one of my Doms used. So I called him to get permission. I didn't have the heart to tell him that his father didn't want him, at least not when he was young, maybe later when he was older and could understand things better.The years slipped slowly by as time does. My son grew like a weed and my life wrapped around him. I threw myself into my work and raising David. My sex life dwindled to less than a trickle, and I wasn't getting any younger. I was beginning to lose hope of ever finding a suitable partner and seriously considered marrying my vibrator.