mstrjx -> RE: Willing to accept less so that you aren't alone? (8/12/2010 4:59:14 PM)
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I'm probably certain to have told this story a few years ago, but it's relevant. I call it 'This here's a story about a Dom named Jeff'. Way back in 1991 is when I decided to pursue the lifestyle full time. I was recently divorced, it was April. My first outing was what would now be called an 'event', although this was smaller scale. Held at a hotel, discussion groups in the afternoon (several going on at once) and a party at night. In one or more of the sessions I sat in on, I was people-watching and I saw who, to me, was one of the FAR better looking women there (other than the femme lesbians, if memory serves). She was part of a couple with a rather imposing looking Dom (aren't we all?). Off limits, but definitely worth looking at while listening. Part Native American, long dark hair, sexy. We'll call her 'D'. That night I met a woman who was one of the organizers of the event, we hit it off and became infrequent play partners. This woman eventually introduced me to my first D/s relationship partner. We were together for 5 years. I was never really attracted to her, and I always knew it was not a forever thing. She was wonderful as a first partner, and loved me dearly. It also turned out that she knew 'the couple'. And in talking with them, she got us into a couples group that they were a part of. I was able to be near 'D' once a month and was never disappointed. Her Master and I became good friends. We had the same taste in music, we had similar play styles, we got along. He knew I was newer to the lifestyle but respected me a lot for how I treated my partner, how I played, etc. We ended up getting together periodically, just the four of us at one or the other's homes and we would play. I respected him to play well with my partner, and he had no problem with my handling of D. A few years later, rather unexpectedly, D and her Master broke up. Her Master disappeared, but D and my partner and I would get together from time to time. No play. One Saturday morning the three of us were supposed to have breakfast and I was going to give D a piece of art (I'm a collector of erotic art) that I didn't want any longer. My partner begged off, wanting more sleep. It was the very first time EVER D and I were alone. Now, being the monogamous guy I am, I never thought twice about being polite and friendly and not in the least bit flirty. I remember DISTINCTLY that I was saying something trivial at breakfast when D interrupted me by saying 'You know if you weren't with your partner, you and I could be a couple'. Come again? So, being the sport that I am, I found it within myself to stop settling and let my partner know that we weren't going to be seeing each other much longer. But since she had a hard time finding or keeping a job and didn't have the money to go, she could hang for another 6 months. If I remember right, she was able to get it together in 5 and moved out of state. By that time, D had also met someone else (who was absolutely NOTHING like me) and eventually moved out of state as well. I never saw her again. And for the record, my partner never knew about D's part in this and D and I never got together. No play, no sex, no nothing. I'm a saint, or at least monogamous. I'll let you draw your own conclusions. That's my settling story. Thanks for reading. Jeff
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