The day I met my wife.18:04 Jun 01 2026
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Many years ago, I was sitting by a canal that ran through the city I lived in. I'd got myself a beer and was chilling out when a man came up to me. He was rather overweight, and started chatting to me.
I kind of liked him from the moment I met him, but I felt something was off about him. I'll call him MG. He seemed warm enough towards me, but he certainly had an air of menace.
Nonetheless, I quickly warmed to him. I guess I just plain liked him. We chatted for a while about nothing. And after a while, he invited me to a private meeting. It really was like that.
I thought yeah, right, fuck off. I didn't say that. And I didn't go to his meeting.
I think months later, I'd pretty much forgotten about him, and he turned up again to the canal side. It was my place, I spent a lot of time there. I found it peaceful.
Anyway, MG turned up again, he'd got himself a beer and sat at my table. I didn't mind. I felt that I liked him. I knew there was something off about him and I didn't care. I was already messed up in my own head through childhood trauma, and I wasn't about to think bad of other people just because they seemed strange.
All he wanted to talk about was his meeting again, and I was in that kind of 'not giving a fuck about anything' mood and said yes, I'd come along.
He told me when and where and, as it turned out, the meeting was less than a ten-minute walk from the canal where I was sitting at the time.
The following Saturday afternoon, I went along to the meeting by myself, held in a pub's basement they'd hired.
MG had told me what was going on. That they were into vampirisms. I understood. I understood they were nutters. I didn't go in there blind. I just didn't care.
Because I wanted to die. I was so fucked up. I was looking for my own death and was too weak to kill myself. I wanted someone to do it for me. I thought I'd get the shit beaten out of me, maybe raped, robbed, killed, I was so far gone in my head I wanted my life over.
I went through the pub, almost empty, down the stairs into the basement, and met what I thought was a lot of rather glum-looking people stood around not really talking to each other. Some were attractive, others not so much. Various ages. No one stood out.
I mean it was hardly Underworld where the vampires are sat around in skin-tight latex. Although all this was before Underworld was a thing and vampires had suddenly become attractive in popular media.
Anyway, despite being suicidal, I still had a bold personality and stood in the middle of the crowd, twenty people or so, and said 'Right, who is going to introduce me around!'
It was provocative but what the hell?
Instead of me getting murdered, one of the fellas asked a woman who was sat in the corner at a table behind the entrance to the basement I'd just walked through to introduce me to the people there.
And her first words were:
"Why does it always have to me?"
But she was fucking beautiful. And if you are a man reading this, then most likely you will have met a woman at some point in your life that instantly pulled on your heart. The kind that can make you feel like weeping a bit, along with an indiscernible heartache for her. That was me then, for her.
I was fucking thunderstruck. I felt like falling to her feet and begging her to acknowledge me. And she knew it.
She introduced me around. I said all the right things, hello, how do you do and all that and tried not to make a dick of myself, but all I wanted to do was talk to her. Even her perfume made me feel like crying.
Despite how she looked, I found her very acidic really. She had no airs or graces about being nice to me. She actually sneered at me, even snarled at me. I'm not kidding, I don't remember her smiling at me once the day we met.
We chatted. I can't remember what about. Things were feeling surreal. I felt like I'd taken drugs. I wasn't quite with it. I listened to whatever she was saying, but I wasn't really quite there. I wasn't in control of the situation or the conversation and I sat there like a kid being talked at. I spent hours there, yet it was over in minutes, it felt like around 5:00pm the other people in the meeting started to leave.
At that time, I was a teenager — OVER THE AGE OF CONSENT don't fuck with me over this, blog police - and the woman took a real interest in me, and fuck knows why, because I had nothing to say to her. I had nothing to offer.
Then, she fucking broke my heart. She fucking kissed me. Right on the neck. Right on the fucking neck.
I started crying. Oh I sobbed. I really fucking lost it. Really lost it. She took me into a corner and held me. Took ages. Really fucked me up. I was in such a mess.
Eventually I calmed down. I felt a bit humiliated. Not a bit. Deeply. I felt like rubbish TBH. I wanted to just leave and lick my wounds.
I didn't bother saying goodbye to her. I didn't even look at her when I started to make my way to the exit.
But she grabbed hold of me and told me to come back the next week, to the weekly meeting, not ask, told. And she said it in a way that made me feel like she really cared. No one had ever used that tone for me before. Genuine concern. For me.
The following week was hell. I spent most of it in bed crying. I couldn't sleep, I didn't eat much. Every morning I woke up. I started crying because all I needed to do was see her again. It was pure torture.
The days went by. One by one. Hated it. Just awful. Harrowing. My heart felt physically painful. I yearned to see her again so much.
Eventually, the weekend came. Saturday. The meeting day. And by that time I felt worse than ever.
I just felt that things at the meeting would go badly for me. She'd be there. And she'd probably have some guy all over her, she was so attractive, and I'd be sat in a corner looking at her, and probably going into a toilet cubical to cry. I had my misery all planned out.
I went along to the meeting. By that time, I just felt numb. I was all cried out. I wasn't even sure she'd turn up. I'd planned to leave the meeting if she wasn't there and go back to the canal by myself and stay there. Thought I might even throw myself in.
But she was at the meeting.
And she was chatting with some other people.
And when she saw me she left them and took me into a corner.
And we spent the afternoon together.
She held me.
I couldn't stop crying.
I nuzzled into her and fell asleep smelling her perfume. I'd never known such peace in my life. That afternoon still holds too much peace for me to ever put it into words.
That evening she took me to her house along with her sister. She made me dinner.
She gave me wine.
Her sister left.
And as soon as her sister left, she asked me to go to the bathroom with her because she wanted me to give her a massage.
Despite my absolutely messed up head, I was up those stairs like a whippet.
I got naked, she did, and oddly she lay on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. I didn't give a fuck if she was lying in pig shit at the moment and I climbed on top of her and gave her my best massage, which was shit because I was a teenager and I hadn't a clue what I was doing. The massage lasted all of two minutes, and we ended up in the bath together. Then we ended up in bed together.
And since then. I have always been hers.
The meetings continued. I wasn't her equal. I have never been, and I never will be, and I'd never want to be. I belong at her feet. I need to be at her feet.
But the meetings continued. And we went along together.
I moved in with her almost right away. I was living with her, full-time, my previous life and everything in it, were lost to me very quickly. I didn't give any of it a passing thought. I was with her. I was owned. It felt like that from the start. It is like that right at this moment as I type this today. And I couldn't live any other way.
I got to know the people at the meetings. They welcomed me in ways they hadn't before I'd been taken. And believe me, I was not in a relationship with a woman, I was property, I belonged to her, I did and still do, and if you have ever known what that feels like, you'll know it holds more inner value than owning the entire Earth. To be owned. It's indescribable.
Edited:
Parts of this blog have been removed. Personal reasons. If I'd uploaded it on a different day I may have left them in. I'm odd like that.
COMMENTS
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LadyDevra
18:15 Jun 01 2026
Very nice
Cadrewolf2
18:34 Jun 01 2026
Great morning read.