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Ramblings of a single submissive
There is no doubt that the ramblings that will follow here, are more for my own sake than for anyone else. But hopefully we can all learn from each other, whether we be happily married, happily single, or in my case, not so happily single. I simply find venting easier in writing, and it offers me the chance to re-read and re-think things as I go along.
I had a Sir. Or so I thought. One I met online. I have always been careful with online dating, and had to fend off a couple of domineers over the years. Usually these are easily spotted, as their vile personalities shine through. This guy was different. Unlike anything I had ever come across. And I let my guard down for him. He taught me about D/s, and I quickly realised that this was the missing piece. Tracing back, I could clearly see that this was what I had been waiting for. I never understood why vanilla guys didn’t cut it with me.
Sadly it turned out that the person I thought was a proper Dom, wasn’t. I discovered I had been lied to, and I was discarded with the blink of an eye when I called him out on it. D/s, vanilla, whatever, I had been invested emotionally, and this was an enormous blow to my already low self-esteem and huge trust issues. Issues that we had been working on making better together, and then having them ripped apart again by the very same person. We never met, and I’m not sure he ever intended to meet me.
It has left me feeling rather humiliated and pathetic. Humiliated over the fact that I got fooled again, and pathetic because I hear the voices from my past, confirming to me that nobody wants me. When it comes to relationships, I have practically no experience, despite my age. Yet I’m a hard working professional, outgoing, and have only improved looks wise with age (like a good wine that lost a couple of dress sizes and developed a better sense of style!). I have all of that going for me. But there is still a lot of ugly on the inside, and that makes me an easy target. Because as tough as I am in the work place (even had a colleague tell me once after a few beers that “You’ve got balls!”…), as naive I am in my personal relationships. My past should have left me cynical, but the little girl inside of me still believes in the best in people. And she keeps having to pay for that belief.
But as much as I despise him for abandoning me, I owe it to him that he helped me find the real me. And so I can’t stop this, just because I’m on my own. Now comes the task of finding out how to navigate the dating scene as a newly found submissive. I have already had a girls night out since becoming a loner, and although the array of men present at the bar was vast, I saw only one that I found mildly interesting. I’ve started observing behaviour in a different way, and all of the sudden the hot guys are not so hot at all!
I read your stories, hear about them when we chat, and I envy you. Having someone to grow and learn with, to love and submit to. I read the stories on husDom, and they make me cry, wondering if anyone will ever speak of me in the way that they speak of you. But for now I have to grow on my own, and make sure I don’t lose sight of what it is I want. The pool of eligeble men has just become a lot smaller, but I’d prefer to think of it as myself having become more focused. And I need to keep that focus, to get to Him. To that one man who will put His collar around my neck and proudly show me off to the world as His pet.
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