HerLord
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ORIGINAL: Denveresque I just needed to post this, and this seemed like the best place I could find. About thirteen years ago, I was new to the scene. After a lifetime of fantasizing, I had finally found the internet and found a group of peoplke with whom I could have the discussions and examine the feelings of submissiveness I had had since I would remember. During this time I met a Mistress and became involved -- mostly online, then phone and a couple of meetings. they were terrifying, and exciting at the same time. I've never been much to look at. Fighting my weight and self-image has been a battle for me, and i found myself constantly wondering whether whatever submissive feelings I had are the result of really feeling submissive or just so desperate to find someone who would want me. Anyway, not oe that mattered to her, really. She took me in, made me her confidante and made me feel desireable and wanted to an extent. I think she developed feelings for me. it's hard to say, because she was kind of crazy -- unmedicated bipolar -- and she had kids, and the whole thing was either to much for me, or I got scared. I like to think it was the former, but the truth is it was the latter. I was afraid of it all, so I ran. Found a nice woman who claimed to be in the scene but was really vanilla. Had a couple of kids, and a nice suburban life. She doesn't like me too much anymore -- she never really got over the fact that I had been submissive, even though she knew it going in. And we stopped having sex a while ago -- i think she couldn't get past my submissive tendencies there -- didn't like it when I went down, stuff like that. So we just stopped. All these dynamics get complicated. And I'm here, kind of looking half-heartedly, hoping that maybe someone will be interested enough, pretty much doubting they will. But I've always thought about my Mistress. Always thought about what would have happened if I had been braver -- what would have happened. if I had the guts to live the life that was offered to me. Thirteen years is a long time to hold onto something -- kind of "lost in the memory of a love that never was." I know it's tendency to over romaticized things like that -- to push those could have beens into the forefront of the mind, even though i was a grown up and made the decisions, I still think about her, and it, and then. And this seemed like the place to write about it. Thanks. I have found solice in the following. Everything I have done in my life, including the mistakes I have made, all lead to me being who I am today. Being that I like who I am today, HOW can I possibly look back to any of it and think WHAT IF? If any one if these individual decisions I made were made differently, would I be someone else, Possibly even some one I hate. How is this in any way beneficial? I am in thinking I have lost "the one that got away." But what I took from her was part of who I am. I learned alot from her, and from her leaving. In truth, probably more from her leaving than anything else. It WAS the greatest five consecutive years of my life, so far. I am currently working on nearing 2 consecutive years of the greatest time in my life. Learn from your past. Live in the now. Look to the future.
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"People as a whole think they want to hear the truth, until they hear it." -Stormism
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