are sharing this, but I’m not too keen on hearing about the amazing adventures you’ve had with your past lovers.” I wasn’t being mean. I was uncomfortable with the thought of another woman holding his hands, kissing him or—oh, God—having sex with him!
“That’s not the story I’m trying to share. This is hard for me, so please try to keep your visions at bay for a minute.” Alexander sighed deeply and sat up stiffly now in his chair. “We met a couple that night in one of the risqué burlesque shows who were into all types of crazy shit. They were dressed in latex and the only skin visible was the guy’s cock and the girl’s pussy. I was uncomfortable, to say the least, but Chloe seemed to really get into the whole scene. When we got back to the villa, we tried a few different things, and it was all in good fun—at first. But it wasn’t until a few weeks later that the situation got precarious.”
I listened to Alexander, waiting for his damning story, but I still wasn’t quite capturing the vein of his sorrow and angst.
“Chloe had gone back to the club a few times unbeknownst to me, until this one night when I met her at the villa late after work. She had decorated the bedroom and adorned herself in lingerie fabricated entirely of black silk. The sheets on the bed, the candles, the props—they were all dark and sultry. She said she wanted to heighten our sexual experience. So I went along with it, and in the beginning it was erotic and very enjoyable, but then she got in too deep. She asked me to hurt her and use a whip; and I just couldn’t do it. After that, she started hanging out with Lucas and Amber—the couple we met together previously in the Red Light District—while the rest of us were on business dinners. And then she didn’t come home one night and only returned the next morning when everyone had left for the office—except for me. I had waited for her to return, on the verge of going to the police station to file a missing persons report. She walked in wearing large sweats and a hoodie that covered her face. And only when I pulled it off her head did she begin to cry and rant her apologies. I listened to her fears in between sobs until I realized that her tears were not for what had happened to her but for her apprehension of having to give up her new lifestyle if I didn’t approve.”
My sorrow for the infidelity that Alexander experienced flushed my body with an angry heat. “She cheated on you?”
“No, well, she didn’t sleep with someone else, if that is your definition of cheating. But she did allow them to inflict massive pain on her in a ritual of sadomasochistic proportions. She was bruised from head to toe and scratched everywhere. But what angered me and bewildered me the most was that they had gagged her so tightly that the burn marks from the strap through her mouth cut her pale skin—and yet she thought nothing of it. We fought terribly for hours. And while I tried to explain my anger for the cruelty that they had committed, she seethed with frustration that I wouldn’t acknowledge how much pleasure she had experienced throughout the night. She just couldn’t understand, and I couldn’t fulfill what she desired. So she left that night and moved in with Amber and Lucas. At some point later, Lucas left Amber for Chloe.”
“Alexander, I am sorry that she did that to you, but, one : that doesn’t really answer my question about how you became so experienced, especially since you wanted no part in BDSM. And two : you did nothing wrong. So why are you still so hurt over her?” I questioned.
“What you don’t understand and what she couldn’t understand is that there is a difference between BDSM and sadomasochism. One is for the pursuit of pleasure and the other—of pain. I know I wasn’t responsible for hurting her, but I also didn’t do enough to protect her. I may not have been in love with her, but I cared for her as a friend. A few days before the
“That’s not the story I’m trying to share. This is hard for me, so please try to keep your visions at bay for a minute.” Alexander sighed deeply and sat up stiffly now in his chair. “We met a couple that night in one of the risqué burlesque shows who were into all types of crazy shit. They were dressed in latex and the only skin visible was the guy’s cock and the girl’s pussy. I was uncomfortable, to say the least, but Chloe seemed to really get into the whole scene. When we got back to the villa, we tried a few different things, and it was all in good fun—at first. But it wasn’t until a few weeks later that the situation got precarious.”
I listened to Alexander, waiting for his damning story, but I still wasn’t quite capturing the vein of his sorrow and angst.
“Chloe had gone back to the club a few times unbeknownst to me, until this one night when I met her at the villa late after work. She had decorated the bedroom and adorned herself in lingerie fabricated entirely of black silk. The sheets on the bed, the candles, the props—they were all dark and sultry. She said she wanted to heighten our sexual experience. So I went along with it, and in the beginning it was erotic and very enjoyable, but then she got in too deep. She asked me to hurt her and use a whip; and I just couldn’t do it. After that, she started hanging out with Lucas and Amber—the couple we met together previously in the Red Light District—while the rest of us were on business dinners. And then she didn’t come home one night and only returned the next morning when everyone had left for the office—except for me. I had waited for her to return, on the verge of going to the police station to file a missing persons report. She walked in wearing large sweats and a hoodie that covered her face. And only when I pulled it off her head did she begin to cry and rant her apologies. I listened to her fears in between sobs until I realized that her tears were not for what had happened to her but for her apprehension of having to give up her new lifestyle if I didn’t approve.”
My sorrow for the infidelity that Alexander experienced flushed my body with an angry heat. “She cheated on you?”
“No, well, she didn’t sleep with someone else, if that is your definition of cheating. But she did allow them to inflict massive pain on her in a ritual of sadomasochistic proportions. She was bruised from head to toe and scratched everywhere. But what angered me and bewildered me the most was that they had gagged her so tightly that the burn marks from the strap through her mouth cut her pale skin—and yet she thought nothing of it. We fought terribly for hours. And while I tried to explain my anger for the cruelty that they had committed, she seethed with frustration that I wouldn’t acknowledge how much pleasure she had experienced throughout the night. She just couldn’t understand, and I couldn’t fulfill what she desired. So she left that night and moved in with Amber and Lucas. At some point later, Lucas left Amber for Chloe.”
“Alexander, I am sorry that she did that to you, but, one : that doesn’t really answer my question about how you became so experienced, especially since you wanted no part in BDSM. And two : you did nothing wrong. So why are you still so hurt over her?” I questioned.
“What you don’t understand and what she couldn’t understand is that there is a difference between BDSM and sadomasochism. One is for the pursuit of pleasure and the other—of pain. I know I wasn’t responsible for hurting her, but I also didn’t do enough to protect her. I may not have been in love with her, but I cared for her as a friend. A few days before the
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