I have a rare afternoon alone, my son is with his father, so i have time to think. This can be dangerous. So.... i got to wondering. Why is is some people think that they are dominant when in fact, they are just bullies? And why is it that some people think that because you are submissive, they have a right to be rough/use you etc.
Now, i know i am very new at this, first Master and all, but i have had a lot of experience with people in general. Do you think we have a scent that draws those people toward us, like we are animals in distress? In my other life, i am not in anyway sub, my job requires the absolute opposite, so i tend to have a confident, bossy, take charge aura, but i will get to my point.
The last guy i was "seeing" fucking, whatever, is a prime example. Alpha male type. I was seeing him for a long time, until he finally freaked me out, and by this time i had met Master, he had asked me not to see others, that i finally got the balls to break it off. Now i am normally sensible, but for some reason this dude got completely under my skin.
He took my submissive role in the bedroom to mean that i liked rough sex. Well i do, but in the right environment, right person, right moment. Anyhow, this guy had a key to my house, i trusted him, never thought he would let himself in without letting me know he was coming over. I had been seeing him almost two years, and had never seen anything that would warn me that this was coming. He did like to be rough on occasion, but never pschco! I am normally a very light sleeper, but the last time i saw him, i woke with a start to find him standing over me with his hard on in his hand, weird look on his face. You know how it is when you wake from a dream and you can't shake yourself awake? i was like that. Before i had time to think, he had flipped me over, and was forcing his cock in my arse, no lube. i am a very experienced arse fuckee, i love it, but having his pretty large cock shoving in that way was agony. i cried for him to stop, and of course he didn't, he grabbed the front of my throat and started squeezing. I was punching behind myself, trying to get him to stop, not wanting to scream, as my son was sleeping in the next room. i was feeling like i would vomit, starting to panic, fighting like hell. Luckily, all my struggling must have turned him on, after what seemed an hour, but was more like a minute, he came. Just yanked his cock out and stood there dripping cum onto my carpet, looking really proud of himself.
i was too shocked, or too stupid to kick him right out, i felt my friend had betrayed my trust, my faith that he was a "friend". he showered before leaving, kissed me like nothing had happened, and left. I didn't sleep another wink. After a bit of agony & thought, i told Master, not wanting him to think i had been unfaithful, not wanting so early in the piece to bother him with my stuff. He was just perfect, no recriminations, no threats of revenge, just much needed sympathy. "You poor thing, that must have been terrifying." Exactly what i needed, right then, a hug and all was fine. I felt nothing bad would ever happen again. And now locks are changed the next day. Master has the key now :)
So you see, i am thinking now that i must have given a signal, or something....



