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Aswad -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/2/2012 5:46:19 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: mnottertail Oh, I can be fun. In fact I am funny in bed. Me too. We had a great laugh when she realized I *wasn't* going to replay the "mouse inside" scene from American Psycho. Unintentional mindjob. Health, al-Aswad.

MDomCouple -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/2/2012 9:27:50 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: sirsholly My worst story is fairly mild. I agreed to meet a Dom for coffee. He was so ugly (I mean...DAMN...the dude was UG-LLLLLLY) that i was praying no one i knew saw me with him. I was going to be polite, then excuse myself to the ladies room and BEG a bud to call my cell with an "emergency". That didn't happen. At one point he smiled and, i swear, he had teeth (a few) that looked like they were covered with sandpaper. I excused myself to the Ladies and beat feet through the kitchen door. holly de Superficial We all have our superficial moments. To be honest, I've done something similar myself, coupled with leaving because of obvious lies. I admit, I did NOT handle this situation well, and perhaps he is on this site (or another, since I didn't meet him here) telling horrible stories about the Dom who stood him up. But, I own my shame and mistakes, and try to learn from them. In fact, my own behavior in this instance is what made me realize that I expected honesty out of a sub, but wasn't giving it back. Reflecting upon my own actions altered my own moral compass in terms of honesty and communication. The very first sub I tried to meet, after spending years trying to deny the Dom feelings I had, was a release. It felt good to finally get a chance to explore what I had been feeling for so long. So, I decided to meet the guy at a local Starbucks, share some coffee, chat, and see if we both felt comfortable going to the next level. I arrived just before 7:00, our agreed upon meeting time. Well, 7:00 came, and went. Then 7:15. At almost 7:30, when I was about to pack up and leave, I get a text message from him. "I've been here for a half an hour, are you here?" I texted him back that yes, indeed, I was at the Starbucks waiting for him. I asked him to wave so he could get my attention, thinking I had just overlooked him and, maybe, he was sitting in a hidden corner or something was blocking my view. Sure enough, he waved. (Now, in case there are questions about why HE didn't spot ME, I will have to say that I knew from the outset that this sub has particularly bad eyesight, to the point where seeing clear shapes more than 40 feet away from him is nearly impossible, and driving is out of the question. We picked this Starbucks location because it was within walking distance to his house, should coffee have gone well and we wanted to go back to his place). The person that waved at me was not, in any resemblance known to humankind, the man whose pictures I had seen and who I had been talking to. He was easily 6 inches shorter than he stated, 100 pounds heavier than he stated, and had the look of someone who had not bathed since the Clinton administration. It was like being shown pictures of Brad Pitt, but actually meeting an unhygienic John Goodman. Nothing about his description, or his pictures, matched the person sitting in a corner waiting for me. The height and weight he advertised and that had appeared in his pictures? Nope, off *big time*. His hair color? Not sandy blond as I believed, but nearly jet black (and greasy). His clothes were not the nicely washed and put together look he had in his pictures, but were filled with so many holes and stains as to give him the look of an old boxcar hobo. I suppose that the only thing he was honest about was that he was partially blind and leaved near a Starbucks. I didn't know which was worse...the fact that the guy I was there to meet was as attractive to me as a cantaloupe, or that I was horrendously lied to. I settled on a "six of one, half dozen of the other" answer to that conundrum. Knowing that he couldn't pick me out of the crowd due to his eyesight, I just calmly got up and left, as though I was just a regular customer deciding it was time to go home. In text messages, I made up a tale of how I must have been at the wrong Starbucks as I didn't see anyone wave, and that we should just talk again tomorrow. I got home, blocked him from my email and instant messenger, and blocked his cell number in my phone. To this day, I have no idea why he lied about himself so blatantly. But, had I had a chance to do it again, I would have at least let him try to explain himself and then just told him it wasn't going to work, instead of leaving him guessing.

chatterbox24 -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/2/2012 9:33:41 AM)
Lol..............that was a near sighted miss for sure.

Englishcrumpet -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/2/2012 9:46:10 AM)
i was 21 and didnt have a clue what Ds was. he moved into my flat not long after we'd met because he didnt have anywhere to live. he promised me a great job in the music business, so silly me gave up work and became a 24/7 slave (completely unconsenting) i had no idea what was going on. the kink was fun but that was all really. he beat me for stupid stuff, dragged me out of the bath once and beat me around my face until it was a bloody pulp (why i cant handle face slapping now), wouldnt let me go out on my own and turned me into a hissing, spitting angry resentful bitch. to control me he put me on coke, i became an addict. in the meanwhile he drummed up all sorts of debt with local shop owners. my mum stepped in eventually, he got chucked out and he proceeded to stalk me for months, the police didnt want to know, i threatened him with an injunction and he dissappeared. oh and his idea of orgasm control was to pull out just as i was about to O. because i didnt understand what he was doing and this happened pretty much every time we had sex i ended up resisting sex, so he turned to rape.

chatterbox24 -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/2/2012 9:52:38 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Englishcrumpet i was 21 and didnt have a clue what Ds was. he moved into my flat not long after we'd met because he didnt have anywhere to live. he promised me a great job in the music business, so silly me gave up work and became a 24/7 slave (completely unconsenting) i had no idea what was going on. the kink was fun but that was all really. he beat me for stupid stuff, dragged me out of the bath once and beat me around my face until it was a bloody pulp (why i cant handle face slapping now), wouldnt let me go out on my own and turned me into a hissing, spitting angry resentful bitch. to control me he put me on coke, i became an addict. in the meanwhile he drummed up all sorts of debt with local shop owners. my mum stepped in eventually, he got chucked out and he proceeded to stalk me for months, the police didnt want to know, i threatened him with an injunction and he dissappeared. oh and his idea of orgasm control was to pull out just as i was about to O. because i didnt understand what he was doing and this happened pretty much every time we had sex i ended up resisting sex, so he turned to rape. Needed his wanker cut off. I hope You have recovered thru the years from this experience and your hiss is subsiding. Makes it hard to ever trust again. I hope you have found someone to appreciate you and have patience.

Englishcrumpet -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/2/2012 10:02:42 AM)
thanks - the hissing has stopped now:) [sm=zipmouth.gif] lol x

IrishMist -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/2/2012 7:07:51 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: JeffBC ~fast reply~ Well, I've only had one D/s relationship and that started with the woman I'd already been married to for more than a decade. So while we had (and continue to have on and off) rough patches of this and that, there's no horror stories. Honestly, I don't have any dating stories that I would consider "horror stories". When I look back on my life I see a series of women... some of them worked out better than others. If I was seeing horror in my past, I'd be looking pretty closely at myself and the choices which led me to that. IN my own personal (and admittedly second hand) assessment, much of the "horror" I hear in BDSM dating comes from fetishizing words like "trust" and "respect" rather than treating them seriously. This pretty much sums it up for me also, only in reverse. I have only been in one relationship, and that was with my late husband. I could probably tell a few stories that would qualify as 'horror stories' to others, but for me, it was all both good and bad. Like Jeff mentioned...any horror in my past comes directly from me and the choices I made at those times.

Hillwilliam -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/3/2012 7:21:38 AM)
Regarding the (Oh my God he was ugly stories). Has anyone ever had the opposite experience? Way back in the day of dial up modems pre digital cameras, I made a connection with a woman who basically described herself as 'average'. No pics were exchanged my way but I went to Kinkos and scanned one and sent it to her. Time came for the meet and when she walked around the corner and waved at me, I just fucking stared. She was STUNNING. I mean magazine cover stunning. My damn jaw about hit the floor. Bottom line was, I fell in love with the person and not the pretty face before we ever met. We had a lot of fun for several years before she moved away for a job [X(] . Still one of my best friends tho.[;)]

njlauren -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/3/2012 3:34:56 PM)
My D/s ended (though not the underlying marriage) when I found myself de facto dommed by someone outside the relationship.My MIL lived with us and I hadn't quite figured out the hold the bitch had on my wife, and that is dangerous, in effect the nature of our D/s made her both our dommes, and that ended up blowing it all up for me because the woman was a stupid piece of shit on top of everything else (I apologize for the language, but she is someone I can honestly say that there is no silver lining to, she was all dark cloud).....and by the end, it was horrible....took a good therapist to help me a)break that part off and b)find a way to save the underlying relationship.

Greta75 -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/4/2012 9:01:26 AM)
Right here on collar me, I met someone whom seemed very sane, harmless, caring and you know, we did the regular thing, of knowing each other as vanilla folks, talking about alot of things that were non-bdsm. We hit off as friends, even as vanilla friends. We had meals together, met up and chill out, all without bdsm or sex involved in it. He was a super duper nice easygoing respectful and seemingly harmless man. I really liked him and thought we were gonna be great buddies. We definitely took our time in knowing each other. Anyway..., it turned out that his a serial rapist, and is into genuine non-consensual. I fortunately had to cancel an appointment with him where he had gang raped set up for me. He really went all out to make my life hell after that, but..., anyway..., I don't know what lesson I have learnt, cuz I still don't know what the signs are.

chatterbox24 -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/4/2012 9:22:15 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Greta75 Right here on collar me, I met someone whom seemed very sane, harmless, caring and you know, we did the regular thing, of knowing each other as vanilla folks, talking about alot of things that were non-bdsm. We hit off as friends, even as vanilla friends. We had meals together, met up and chill out, all without bdsm or sex involved in it. He was a super duper nice easygoing respectful and seemingly harmless man. I really liked him and thought we were gonna be great buddies. We definitely took our time in knowing each other. Anyway..., it turned out that his a serial rapist, and is into genuine non-consensual. I fortunately had to cancel an appointment with him where he had gang raped set up for me. He really went all out to make my life hell after that, but..., anyway..., I don't know what lesson I have learnt, cuz I still don't know what the signs are. WOW, how did you find out his plan?

Greta75 -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/4/2012 9:40:19 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: chatterbox24 WOW, how did you find out his plan? He bragged about his master plan to another dom, and where I come from, bdsm is a tiny community, word spread to a dom who was also a good friend, and he told me what he heard. And I confronted him about it and he did not deny it and even had to cheek to say that I would have enjoyed it. I think it's really hurting because I thought he was a real friend. And it was all just a game to him.

Kana -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/4/2012 11:07:58 AM)
I met a gal from here once. Fell in love. It was horrific. Truly ghastly

Scala -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/4/2012 1:41:48 PM)
Many years ago I was in a club. A female subbie was attached to a wooden cross at the wrists and ankles by iron bands so that she was on tip toes. Her Master went to release by releasing her wrists first even though I shouted across the room not to. Subbie tipped forward and broke both ankles ...big ouch !

chatterbox24 -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/5/2012 6:19:16 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Kana I met a gal from here once. Fell in love. It was horrific. Truly ghastly For her it probably was.

PolyIrishMiss -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/5/2012 6:49:10 AM)
I've had two horrors in my life, which isn't too bad all things considered for Ireland (tiny incestuous scene which is fucked up beyond all degree of sanity). 21 in a mostly vanilla love affair, with occassional kink play for the first time. She was 23. I had yet to process my gender, sexuality or my childhood which contained some pretty horrific sexual abuse (again Ireland shrugs). Anyway at the time I was having my first period of truly intensely bad health, but still somehow managed to work 6 days a week. We switched back and forth once in a blue moon, just for fun, but I later found out she intended to break me completely to her as a submissive. So Halloween rolled around and we went to a huge costume party. I wore one of her tops which fitted me as a dress. So picture a sickly, anorexic, pale "boy" with bones that were moments away from snapping at any given moment. And I still got asked out by more guys, and girls that night than anyone else in my friends group. Apparently (have this from one of those askers out who's now a sort of casual friend) because I looked sick, but I looked happy, and completely at my ease with life. Next morning I woke up feeling something nudgin me hard against my ribcage. Just as I opened my eyes she stamped down and snapped a rib or two. I've never actually found out quite how much damage was done. Anyway she just looked at me like I was dirt and told me "You'll never be prettier than me again." I was 21, lost in a welter of physical and emotional problems and that's what the woman I loved decided to do to me, knowing full well what I was going through physically, and most of the emotional stuff too, minus the gender issues...we ended about 3 weeks later and I went back home for 2 years, it took that long for me to recover physically. The second I had found my Mistress. I was enjoying being a Miss. And I had a play partner. Pretty casual, she played with three other people all of whom I knew in passing so it was pretty friendly and easy going. A lot of fun. Until I found a really wonderful slavegirl who I wanted to dedicate my time, and efforts to. Cue at a party which had been created with keeping me away in mind (nothing but foods I'm allergic to, with two people I couldn't stand attending) my former play partner accusing me of raping her. She then with one partner in crime led a witchhunt that nearly broke my Mistress and I up, and very nearly drove me to suicide. All because while she didn't want to be with me anymore than once in a blue moon, she also definitely didn't want me to have a slavegirl of my own. It was an attack designed to target my weak points. Being an abuse survivor the last thing I would ever do is rape anyone, I literally can't even play rape, have sex which is forceful beyond a certain point etc. I later found out that she had also lied to one of her other play partners about being (married playing with genuine consent of his wife) pregnant with his baby, and that she would terminate if he didn't leave his wife. And had been investigated for wasting police time when she claimed to have been stalked the previous year. Her partner in all this it later turned out had threatened two submissive former friends of mine with outting them to the world, if they didn't side with him and her. This went to the degree that both of them left Ireland rather than live in fear of them both. Aside from a couple of really incredible friends who fought for my name everyone I knew on the scene turned on me. And she never reported anything to the police or did anything official, it was all about the woman scorned. And people here wonder why my last slavegirl was from Latvia, and why I don't have anything to do with the Irish scene anymore?

PolyIrishMiss -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/5/2012 6:54:12 AM)
Oh should point out though that the vast majority of my experience in BDSM has been overwhelmingly positive. I've loved and been loved in turned by 4 incredible women in the past decade, one being my Mistress :-). I've found a few friends I know I can trust with my life. I found an adopted little sister who means everything to me. Discovered what I need to be happy, who I really am, what I want from life, and how to make the perfect Long Island Iced Tea. I don't know anyone who hasn't had a horror story, vanilla, lgbt, kink or straight. They've all had them. More than a few of them worse than mine. They're now just learning experiences. Fromt hem I learned warning signs I listen/watch for and now know how to excape from those types of traps. Though goddesses know there's probably all new ones waiting out there for an unwary moment to catch me. But I'll fight through those too if the time comes. What failed to kill me, made me one tough cookie.

MDomCouple -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/5/2012 7:11:00 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: chatterbox24 quote: ORIGINAL: Kana I met a gal from here once. Fell in love. It was horrific. Truly ghastly For her it probably was. Was that necessary?

littlewonder -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/5/2012 7:14:30 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: chatterbox24 quote: ORIGINAL: Kana I met a gal from here once. Fell in love. It was horrific. Truly ghastly For her it probably was. Not even close. The exact opposite. It's been a truly wonderful thing. I couldn't have asked for more.

MrBukani -> RE: Dom/sub master/slave horror stories (3/5/2012 7:51:02 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Scala Many years ago I was in a club. A female subbie was attached to a wooden cross at the wrists and ankles by iron bands so that she was on tip toes. Her Master went to release by releasing her wrists first even though I shouted across the room not to. Subbie tipped forward and broke both ankles ...big ouch ! [:D] I cannot help laughin.[:D]

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