4/10/14

What I learned about gut instincts...

He had contacted me several times,  always respectful and patient.  I eventually caved.  I had been feeling guilty for canceling the previous date and figured that I was in for a spanking if our acquaintance advanced.  We met for lunch; a simple, quick lunch at a low end family restaurant, nothing pretentious or demanding.  There was nice banter and some interesting conversation.  It through me off when, out of the blue, he asked me if I had issues with him penetrating me or cumming inside me.  The warning lights started going off, but I pushed them down and ignored them. After all we were just having lunch or so I thought.  I was willing to give him a chance.  He talked me into coming to his hotel room because I had earned a spanking for my "lack of communication."  Again major alarms and flashing lights.  I went anyway.   We went to a hotel, blue collar, clean, or at least visually clean , and immediately he had me lay down over his lap for that spanking.  No alarms or flashing lights with this, in fact I could have taken a lot more than he dished out, but that is not the point of this story.  After that, there was a little groping and some talking, then he took me to my car and I went to the office.  Later that evening, he contacted me and proceeded to text back and forth a little.  This is where the small alarms became a large screeching siren.

Lets back up just a little.  He made several mistakes that I could have overlooked:
1)  he tried to have a casual scene with out establishing perimeters.  I let this one go, because he stopped when I said "please stop" 
2) he never asked me for a safe word.  In fact he said that I didn't need one with him and that it would help establish trust.  WTF, that is how you establish trust, allowing a safe word.  Again, I waited it out, and let that one slide.
3) he asked me if I was okay with having sex with him....%^&*$#! Really, I don't know you! Why the hell would I have sex with you?  I am not a slut and I though I had made myself perfectly clear on that point.
4) I told him honestly, that if he pushed my boundaries, I would not stay in contact.  Yet he attempted to push boundaries that I would only permit from a Dom that owned me or one that had established a comfortable and committed relationship with me.  Again I waited it out and began making a mental list of the mistakes he was racking up.
5)  I was told that I would have to lie to my parents and come spend the weekend with him.  He suggested that I tell them that I was going to Houston for the weekend.  WTF...I am not collared by you, you do not ask someone that you have been on 2 (and not really 2) dates with to lie to their family.  Big loud alarms were going off at this point.  Now I am just saying what he wants to hear along with a lot of "okay"s.

6,7,8,9,10.....There were several more transgressions, but I think you get the point.

The final action that brought an end to our communication accrued later that night when he sent me a text saying that he wanted to see me before he left town.  That I needed to find time to have dinner with him, and it was not stated as a request.  He implied that I needed to manage to find the time, even after I told him that I was burred in paperwork and would be working late every night.  I am sorry, but you do not own me, we have seen each other face to face an average of 5.5 hours.  Where do you get off demanding that I jeopardize my career and neglect my responsibility to my job so that you can, a near stranger, have dinner with me.  I am submissive, but I am also an independent woman that is proud of the struggle and hardships I went through to make my dreams come true.  Why would a so-called-Dom want me to neglect my career?  I would never ask anyone to jeopardize their livelihood for me, especially someone that I had only know a few hours.  That was the straw that broke the sub's back.  I did not respond to his last text.  I put my phone aside and in the morning, I deleted all his texts.

I regretted my actions when I canceled our first date, but the realty is that I should have listened to my gut instincts in the first place.   I should have listened to the fist onset of alarms, bells, and whistles......  What did I learn out of this,  gut instincts only come in handy if you are willing to listen to them.