MasterCaneman
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I've been lurking this thread since the beginning and debating whether or not to add to it, but here's my story. I feel odd reading about the five-ten-twenty year stories because my longest "in-scene" relationship was a little under three months. Granted, I was still young, as was she, and there were a lot of other things going on in both our lives. It was toxic as hell. There was rampant drug and alcohol use on both our parts, fights, disputes, the whole nine yards. She self-identified as a slave, but more of a 'topping from the bottom' kind of woman. Throw in the fact she also suffered from bi-polar disorder, I was an entitled, condescending prick, and the circle of similarly damaged people we both ran with and it was a miracle it lasted as long as it did. When we were both "good", it was awesome. We'd have epic weekend-long sessions where we each were what the other wanted to be. I was her Lord and Master, and she was my lowly slave-girl. Great. And then, when the drop inevitably happened and we both had to return to Earth, we'd turn into spoiled brats. I could write a book on the low and mean things we did to each other when we didn't "click". Twenty-five years ago she gave birth to my daughter, after fleeing back home to California. She never bothered to tell me, because by that time she had had enough of me, the scene, and the people we hung out with. I didn't find out until the girl was seven, and only then because someone from that same group found out accidentally. I've never met the young lady nor do I hold out hope of ever doing so. I also have two grandchildren I'll most likely never meet as well. Touching, huh? I'm not bitter, and I did contact her after discovering I was a father. She'd cleaned herself up, got the medical help she needed, and found a good man who raised my daughter as his own. Out of respect for both of them, I promised to not interfere with her life until and unless she wanted to know. My ex agreed to tell her after she was eighteen who her father really was and leave it up to her. I haven't heard a peep out of either of them, so I know the answer, and I'm good with that.
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Age and treachery will always overcome youth and ambition. The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. ~ Sun Tzu Goddess Wrangler
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