Soron
The Evil One
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- Jul 9, 2002
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First of all I want to thank cym for suggesting a place to put this. You can go to ‘New Faces’ and read a bit about me, and my other half of this relationship. If this post helps just one person then all of this will be worthwhile. For me it helps to talk about it and deal with my mistakes. And, hopefully learn and grow from it.
Okay, the scenario, it’s basically a two day weekend, for us to see if what we have is real or imagined. It’s been three months online for two people who have never done this. Skin to skin is all we know. We said from the beginning that the only way we would attempt this relationship was with a real life goal in mind. Online felt fake. I always have her respect, and her love, that I do feel over the net. We haven’t and we won’t cyber. Because she has trouble with background noises on the phone that’s out too, pretty much. We try to keep it as real as possible. But, we talked and we talked. About real issues. And some play talk as well. We planned a meeting for July and I flew to her.
Right now I could start making excuses for how wrong the weekend went. She was exhausted when she picked me up at the airport. As was I. It stood 10 o’clock at night and we still had a five- hour drive ahead of us. I should have done what my instincts told me to do. Put our butts to bed and sleep for a few hours. Instead, we ate and got on the road. We talked some but not enough about more important things. Because of some her history I was determined not to push too hard. I should have as it turned out given her more credit. Because in the over all process of the weekend. I pushed very little.
She got an hour’s sleep and I got around fifteen minutes when we arrived at our destination. Some friends were working a Renaissance Faire and we originally were going to the Faire and then sleeping in their tent that night.
By the end of the day we were fried. She fainted from heat stroke towards the end. And so it went. No feeling of a D/s relationship between us for the most part and I simply worried too much about her. We got a room and showered and went to dinner with our friends. Still very little communication.
We went to the room, we got dressed for bed. She showed me some pictures of her life and some of her art and then something special happened. It didn’t involve sex, but was special nonetheless.
Sunday came though and it was more of the same. We were both confused. I was afraid of hurting her emotionally. In the process I didn’t give her what she needed the most, me.
It was like taking two steps backwards. When I boarded that plane I felt that was it. I got home exhausted and emotionally drained. This was the woman I loved and I couldn’t give myself to her, or she to me. Yet, we were still the same people. The bottom line is it had to start with me and it didn’t.
I got home, I took a shower and turned on the computer. And there she was. After I’d told her to go home and sleep she was worried about me and wanted to talk. She thought it was something she had done. We stayed up until four o’clock in the morning chatting. Trying to make sense of it all. The next day I called a trusted friend, a Dom. He told me this did not sound like the person he knew. I had never given away my confidence like that before. He also told me if I was a switch he would strap me down and punish me for this.
Because I admitted my mistake to her, and that little bit of time we had together, and of course her love for me, we are moving on. And still talking. We are progressing again and we are planning our next meeting in September.
I broke one of the rules that spills out of my mouth regularly, communication. You can’t let feelings, no matter how strong, get in the way of doing what’s best for someone.
I do hope someone can learn something from this. I have. I welcome any and all responses. Including those who know us both, and mo (bluemouse), who I love so completely.
Okay, the scenario, it’s basically a two day weekend, for us to see if what we have is real or imagined. It’s been three months online for two people who have never done this. Skin to skin is all we know. We said from the beginning that the only way we would attempt this relationship was with a real life goal in mind. Online felt fake. I always have her respect, and her love, that I do feel over the net. We haven’t and we won’t cyber. Because she has trouble with background noises on the phone that’s out too, pretty much. We try to keep it as real as possible. But, we talked and we talked. About real issues. And some play talk as well. We planned a meeting for July and I flew to her.
Right now I could start making excuses for how wrong the weekend went. She was exhausted when she picked me up at the airport. As was I. It stood 10 o’clock at night and we still had a five- hour drive ahead of us. I should have done what my instincts told me to do. Put our butts to bed and sleep for a few hours. Instead, we ate and got on the road. We talked some but not enough about more important things. Because of some her history I was determined not to push too hard. I should have as it turned out given her more credit. Because in the over all process of the weekend. I pushed very little.
She got an hour’s sleep and I got around fifteen minutes when we arrived at our destination. Some friends were working a Renaissance Faire and we originally were going to the Faire and then sleeping in their tent that night.
By the end of the day we were fried. She fainted from heat stroke towards the end. And so it went. No feeling of a D/s relationship between us for the most part and I simply worried too much about her. We got a room and showered and went to dinner with our friends. Still very little communication.
We went to the room, we got dressed for bed. She showed me some pictures of her life and some of her art and then something special happened. It didn’t involve sex, but was special nonetheless.
Sunday came though and it was more of the same. We were both confused. I was afraid of hurting her emotionally. In the process I didn’t give her what she needed the most, me.
It was like taking two steps backwards. When I boarded that plane I felt that was it. I got home exhausted and emotionally drained. This was the woman I loved and I couldn’t give myself to her, or she to me. Yet, we were still the same people. The bottom line is it had to start with me and it didn’t.
I got home, I took a shower and turned on the computer. And there she was. After I’d told her to go home and sleep she was worried about me and wanted to talk. She thought it was something she had done. We stayed up until four o’clock in the morning chatting. Trying to make sense of it all. The next day I called a trusted friend, a Dom. He told me this did not sound like the person he knew. I had never given away my confidence like that before. He also told me if I was a switch he would strap me down and punish me for this.
Because I admitted my mistake to her, and that little bit of time we had together, and of course her love for me, we are moving on. And still talking. We are progressing again and we are planning our next meeting in September.
I broke one of the rules that spills out of my mouth regularly, communication. You can’t let feelings, no matter how strong, get in the way of doing what’s best for someone.
I do hope someone can learn something from this. I have. I welcome any and all responses. Including those who know us both, and mo (bluemouse), who I love so completely.
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