I think it's high time I made a bit of a thing about my first... let's call it a D/s relationship for lack of better words. Now we're only calling it that tentatively and you'll read why in a minute. Of course I'm leaving some parts out- it's already going to be long; these are just more notable examples.
Of course when you love someone you want them to know about you, you want them to know your ins and outs and you want them to have you for who you are, you shouldn't have to hide anything from one another because love is all about trust. If I can't trust you- I most certainly don't want to fuck you and I don't want to be around you. That's the way it works no ifs ands or buts about it.
She told me a lot about herself, and years down the line I would find out that most of the things she trusted me with were lies and I really had learned nothing at all about her; but I was young and stupid so went along with what she told me. I listened to her and let her cry on my shoulder because that's what I'm good for, a comforting shoulder and an ear to listen.
I finally cracked one night while laying in her bed and told her about my desires, my wishes, what I wanted in a relationship- and was promptly laughed at, ridiculed, and was told I was a perverse and disgusting person- that it wasn't going to happen. Trying my best to keep my wits about me I laughed and had nodded and told her I understood, and that I was worry for ruining the mood.
A few days later I would find out that she had said what she said due to a past relationship of hers where she had been collared and she hadn't enjoyed it. In a facade of her trying to be for me what I wanted out of her- she presented me with my first collar; tag and all. The tag read "Violet" it was HER collar. Her old collar, the one she had been bound to her old flame with that she snapped around my neck and told me I now belonged to her. Young and stupid, I nodded and let her do this; I was eager and she was half heartedly playing along.
No one asked me about limits. There was no talk of hard limits or soft limits or what I liked and what I didn't like, there was only talk of what she expected out of me- what I would do for her without question; what I would be forced to do and how I would be punished if I didn't comply. This is where I should have taken my first hint that this was wrong. But of course; I didn't.
I was made to do a lot of things I wasn't comfortable with. I was made a spectacle; an object with no objections that would be listened to. This wasn't what I wanted; or what I had expected. I took the verbal abuse and I took her playing with my mind and emotions because I was scared of leaving her or saying no to her as she had already made the consequences quite clear to me. And in her old collar, I sat, and I was obedient as I listened to a mantra of good girl over and over again.
Anyone who knows me knows one of my harder limits is being on film. Video. Pictures. Anything- I hate it. Back then; this wasn't an issue. It didn't become an issue until I found out that she had been covertly filming us and sending the video feeds off to her boyfriend (who i didn't know about at the time) as an example of what she could do. I was being made a fool of, being made an example of, and I was unwise to all of it until a good little birdy I used to be friends with brought it up in a fight, and it all spilled on the table- videos, pictures and everything.
She used to lead me on a leash- the collar was control the leash was for her to keep me close; I told her I didn't want it and I got the silent treatment. I was ignored for a month and I wasn't allowed to contact her until I had decided I was ready to listen, I panicked, I buckled, and told her she could. It wasn't until she lead me to school that I had had enough- I took off the collar. I refused to wear it; and told her it was enough. The school was too far.
Of course I was punished for it. And I didn't care. I didn't care anymore.
It was by this point I has started receiving e-mails from her boyfriend, who i knew from school and he had begun to make my life miserable, threats, insults and the works.She used me as a pawn between them without my knowledge. I didn't know they were even dating until she threatened to leave me for him. That she was polyamorous and could find anyone she wanted- so she didn't need to stick my rules of monogamy. Now maybe I'm old school; but... if you're polyamorous, and are in a relationship, you should probably tell the other person otherwise it's cheating; you know keeping one lover secret from the other hmm?
After that fight we reconsilled. I was okay- for the most part with Zero. I fucking hated him. But I was okay with her wants and wishes- though I still refused to wear the collar and she still punished me for it. It wasn't until I was sat down and made to watch her suck his cock that I became uncomfortable with this relationship. That she wanted me to join. She wanted him and I to fuck.
I'm not really in to men. I can cuddle one, I can have an aesthetic attraction to one, friends, etc but when it comes down to fucking- I don't like it. I'm not comfortable with it due to my own gender issues (which at this time were being carefully held under wraps) but I went along with it. I walked in to it under the pressure and scrutiny of them. Rushed whispers and judging glances; I did what she told me to. And I hated every goddamn second of it. And she knew it. She knew I didn't like men, and I felt utterly degraded. I realized at that point I was nothing more than a toy to her. A faithful dog on a short leash tied together with threats and fear and a beaten pride. And his hand on my head and cheek whispering "Good Girl"
Sadly though, if you beat a dog enough- they bite back.
I bit back; hard- and her boyfriend won't forget it any time soon I would hope.
We did break up, under her word, how I never paid attention to her and we never did any of the things she liked or spent any time together. How her life was miserable and it was my fault. Zero hated me after that and that was fine it was a mutual hate; and I couldn't blame him after what I did.
Shame she never learned from her mistakes.