Toxic
“You almost killed her!”
Again and again, the words echoed in the mind of the man who was searching for paths through the country lanes. Small and stocky, yet with a captivating charisma. The path almost seemed to fork out for him, so determined was he with each step. Jogging was the perfect thing after the previous, turbulent evening. Physical activity was his preferred means of relieving emotional stress. The tranquility was occasionally interrupted by the sound of an animal, conveying a deceptive sense of peace. Once again, the memorable sentence hammered against the walls of his skull. The forest and his beloved jogging did not soothe his spirits today.
Damn, he had brought guilt upon himself! Accompanied by pangs of conscience, the man reached a clearing. A wide wooden bench invited him to linger, offering a view over meadows and fields. His smartphone vibrated. His mood was ruined. Exhausted, he sank onto the seat. Intuitively sensing who the message was from—his sub.
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He had been immersed in the world of BDSM for many years, had the opportunity to meet enriching people and be a valuable companion. He considered himself a Dom and guided submissives to profound insights. He loved each of them and gave them everything he had. He maintained friendships with his former submissives even after their time as their master and never let anyone speak ill of it, because that was who he was at heart. He gladly offered his help to others when he was needed.
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His submissive refused. He didn't know why. Jealousy was taking its toll on the relationship. Did she have reason to believe she wasn't everything to him? Why did she distrust his arguments? Didn't she believe his assurances? How can BDSM work if there's no trust?
“You almost killed her!”
This statement seeped through his consciousness like nitric acid. If it were just jealousy, he could live with that. But his emotional distress ran deeper. His sub was pushing him to personal limits. By now, he was afraid of seriously hurting her during a session. He was aware that he had played a role in the escalation of some play situations. He didn't dare bring up the topic in any conversation with like-minded people. His self-doubt was greater.
"A Dom has control over himself, otherwise he's not a Dom! The sub can never be passionate enough. I appreciate that about her!"
He could practically hear people talking, so he swallowed all his thoughts.
And yet, the ground threatened to slip from beneath his feet. He found no understanding in his beloved. Although he truly loved her, she was the one who oppressed his emotions, drove him into mental isolation, and provoked rash actions.
He reflected on himself, weighing the pros and cons. For a long time, he saw the issues solely in himself. He explained his feelings to his submissive. The conversations all ended the same way. She couldn't understand his concerns. Why didn't she recognize his suffering?
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Was he not allowed to set clear boundaries that he wanted his sub to respect? Did he have to be part of every dynamic she desired? Damn it, the toxic spiral was destroying him! The man he once was, radiant with enthusiasm and generosity, became a shadow. Manipulative behavior has nothing to do with submission.
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"Don't you have your sub under control?" the voices echoed in his head. In his view, the sub is the center of everything. Her fulfillment becomes his fulfillment. The power imbalance is the starting point for a shared journey whose goal is truthfulness. The same rules apply to him as to her. She has the opportunity to verbalize taboos, just like he does. The constant challenges were exhausting.
At some point, it stopped being good for him. Unfortunate situations did happen, he was aware of that. He wasn't a dreamer, but a realist. What bothered him was poking at weak points.
Somewhere, a forest dweller screamed, tearing him from his thoughts. His fingers trembled as he read the message.
His hunch came true. She wrote how intensely she enjoyed his passion. He shouldn't be angry with her. Because she wanted to pass out, she insulted him until his hands squeezed harder and harder. She wanted to help him surpass himself. So she slapped him, laughed at him, and yelled at him, calling him a worm. She was happy and proud of him that their relationship had reached a new level and that he was willing to give up his taboos for her. He lovingly cared for her in her absence and, as promised, didn't call anyone. She wished the Dom she gave herself to would be just as eloquent. Next time, she wanted him to treat her like this for even longer. He could squeeze harder, if he wanted.
Attached to the letter were images showing her neck. She was proud to wear the marks of his love. A scarf to conceal it, just for work, to avoid annoying questions. "I love you, my master. You are the best!" the message concluded.
He felt sick and spat out the bile that formed as he looked at the text and images. She didn't realize how much he was suffering. He died a thousand deaths in her moments of unconsciousness. She loathed himself deeply for allowing himself to be driven by her insults.
The ice they were walking on was getting thinner. He was playing hardball for her sake. When he wasn't, she criticized him and told him he was a failure. When she slapped him in the face yesterday, she completely overwhelmed him. The burning sensation in his cheek was the final straw. He forgot himself. Beforehand, she told him not to call anyone. Her sexuality was her business, she argued.
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Not once during the preliminary discussion did his feelings come into play. He loved her and longed for nothing more than her fulfillment. He worked incredibly hard for that. He faced his resentments because she was important to him. But he didn't want to be driven to become that way, even if it was her wish. Extreme worry tore at him as she lay pale beneath him. He thought it had been too much. As he checked her pulse, her words came to mind: "If you call anyone, I'll leave you!"
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The memory made his heart rate increase. His arm muscles twitched. A light film of sweat formed on his forehead. At first, his sub preferred kinky play and full-body bondage. Then she expressed her desire for rough play. She wanted to be overpowered by him and taken to the point of unconsciousness. The real fear of death drove up her adrenaline levels and made her addicted to the ever-increasing thrill.
Fear. For her own well-being. Of himself. Of the momentum escalating. What lies at the end of this consuming spiral? What? There was a bitter taste in his mouth. When had this shit started? When would it end? And how?
"I can't take it anymore and I don't recognize myself anymore! My job as your Dom is to protect you from yourself. Please let's backtrack and find each other again, like we used to." He placed his fingers on the keyboard, determined to bravely stand up for himself—and for both of them. This uneasy relationship had to end, or they would go down together.
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So he wrote to his submissive: "I'm glad you're well. I'm relieved, because I was very worried. Let me check on your marks later." Her reply was prompt: "You can look forward to it, my Lord. I'll receive you in lingerie. Perhaps you'll put your hands on me again, as a sign of your love? Or a belt, what do you think?"
Breathing heavily, he stood up, began to jog, and settled into the winding path ahead. Somewhere among the trees, he heard the chirping of a robin, acknowledging the beauty of the day with its lively chirping.
The plots of this story are fictitious and are not intended to be a guide for real-life sessions. We therefore strongly advise against imitating them.
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