Time for a Change
I've been in limbo for a while. Mistress Cat is involved in another relationship and I have become not much more than an afterthought. She still texts me once in a while when she feels her dominant urges, but those texts are becoming increasingly rare. We haven't played since before Thanksgiving. No Christmas wishes, no gift exchange, nothing. It's time to let go and move on.
It's been a weird ride since I met her. Despite my best efforts to get close to her, she's kept me at arms length since we met. Our relationship (if you want to call it that) has never evolved into something deeper and more meaningful. For a long time I've questioned myself and wondered why she won't let me in. I think the long and short answer is that I have a penis.
It's taken me a long time to figure things out. I sometimes wish I was less reflective because she's caused me a great deal of consternation these last 7 months. I should have gotten out a long time ago, but I kept thinking things would change between us. It hasn't and it won't. I don't think she'll miss me in the slightest.
So why did she get involved with me in the first place?
I have a theory. Coming out of her marriage I represented her ex-husband (and possibly all men). She never wanted to like me, let alone love me. The peggings were her way of taking her anger out on me. As time has gone by, the rage has subsided and thus I'm no longer needed. I was a vehicle to help her get over her divorce. So is her lover, but the difference is that Ms. Cat is a lesbian. I'm sure of that now.
I do feel a sense of indebtedness to her. She paid for everything including my electrolysis (her idea, not mine). But the bottom line is that I'm not getting what I need in this relationship. She's going to need to find a new recipient for her strap-on.
It's time to go.
It's been a weird ride since I met her. Despite my best efforts to get close to her, she's kept me at arms length since we met. Our relationship (if you want to call it that) has never evolved into something deeper and more meaningful. For a long time I've questioned myself and wondered why she won't let me in. I think the long and short answer is that I have a penis.
It's taken me a long time to figure things out. I sometimes wish I was less reflective because she's caused me a great deal of consternation these last 7 months. I should have gotten out a long time ago, but I kept thinking things would change between us. It hasn't and it won't. I don't think she'll miss me in the slightest.
So why did she get involved with me in the first place?
I have a theory. Coming out of her marriage I represented her ex-husband (and possibly all men). She never wanted to like me, let alone love me. The peggings were her way of taking her anger out on me. As time has gone by, the rage has subsided and thus I'm no longer needed. I was a vehicle to help her get over her divorce. So is her lover, but the difference is that Ms. Cat is a lesbian. I'm sure of that now.
I do feel a sense of indebtedness to her. She paid for everything including my electrolysis (her idea, not mine). But the bottom line is that I'm not getting what I need in this relationship. She's going to need to find a new recipient for her strap-on.
It's time to go.
3 年 前
