- Joined
- Aug 25, 2017
My story is relatively tame compared to others here. I once dated this girl for a few months despite my friends objections 'cause she was obviously crazy and displayed all the tell-tale signs. Anyway, she was into moderate BDSM, only going so far as candle wax/scratching, which ain't my cup of cheese but she was hot enough to go along with it.
She was quite the submissive one usually, but one day wanted to tie me up, thinking I'd get pleasured like a Roman Emperor, I agreed. Flash forward to me pretty bound and her waltzing in with a stonker of a strap on that made me feel inadequate. This being unannounced, I freaked out. I'll only give up my ass during my inevitable stint in prison, and I wasn't going to give it up here. I thrashed my right arm widely and broke both the bedpost and my wrist. Got dressed and got the fuck out of there, even lied to the hospital and said I fell liked an abused spouse.
She works at a supermarket now behind cigarette counter and it's awkward when she serves me
She was quite the submissive one usually, but one day wanted to tie me up, thinking I'd get pleasured like a Roman Emperor, I agreed. Flash forward to me pretty bound and her waltzing in with a stonker of a strap on that made me feel inadequate. This being unannounced, I freaked out. I'll only give up my ass during my inevitable stint in prison, and I wasn't going to give it up here. I thrashed my right arm widely and broke both the bedpost and my wrist. Got dressed and got the fuck out of there, even lied to the hospital and said I fell liked an abused spouse.
She works at a supermarket now behind cigarette counter and it's awkward when she serves me