8/24/2013

But How'd You Come by the Ball Gag?

Story Sent in by Mark:

There were a series of emails sent between myself and Deborah that were long, involved, and soul-searching. There were some days that I spent more than an hour on my messages to her, and I know she did the same (given the length of them, at least).

She told me about how she had been hurt in relationships past and how she wanted to take things slow. I guess I must've missed how damaged she was, as I just kept accepting what she said and saying things like, "Don't worry. We'll take it slow. It'll be okay."

Six weeks after we started talking, we met. She seemed really nervous. We went to a museum and to lunch. She talked a bit, but always in a whisper, so I had to ask her to repeat what she said.

After lunch, I meant to take her on a walk, but she pulled me aside on the sidewalk, reached into her purse, and pulled out a dog collar with a leash. They both looked brand-new. Her hand shook.

I began to ask, "What's that for—?"

Her hand trembled violently and she dropped the leash and collar on the sidewalk. Then, she walked away from me quickly. She very obviously didn't want to be followed. I didn't hear from her ever again. That's how I became the owner of a like-new leash and collar, for a little while.

9 comments:

  1. Op, it very obvious what she wanted, she wanted a owner-pet relationship with you and wanted to see what you would do once she pulled it out and dropped it and walk away. when you didn't react the way she wanted she decided not to speak to you ever.

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  2. Blue Blue speaks from experience.

    Lots of experience.

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  3. Long time reader. First time commenting. Finding this site has been a light in my dark dark tunnel. If only I had known the signs of a bad date and HOW to react I would have saved myself a bunch of apes that took me years to get rid off. But better now than never. Right?

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  4. Jmg, No I just read about people weird fetishes on the internet. and there is nothing more to do.

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  5. Just a quick heads up to Takosdrama and probably BlueBlue. A ball gag is not someone tea bagging your tonsils.

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  6. "... a series of emails sent between myself and Deborah that were long, involved, and soul-searching. There were some days that I spent more than an hour on my messages to her, and I know she did the same (given the length of them, at least)."

    It's nice to know what your co-workers are doing when they're supposed to be working.

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  7. Well, she probably should have explained it. If I were the date, and she wanted me to wear them, then no. But if she wanted to wear them, I probably wouldn't have an issue.

    She gave up too quickly.

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    cricket-ball

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