A Very Pleasant Evening at the Ballpark
Copyright© 2015 by XofDallas
Chapter 3: Aftermath
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3: Aftermath - Going to see a major league baseball game on a beautiful weekend day. What could be more wholesome and innocent than that?
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Hypnosis Slavery Heterosexual True Story BDSM MaleDom Light Bond Anal Sex Exhibitionism
Jenny and I stayed together for another year and a half. During that time we had a wonderful relationship. I've told others, including her parents, that she has one of the most beautiful souls I've ever encountered.
Contrary to what many believe, most BDSM relationships do not last until "death do you part." The permutations and dynamics of BDSM add a complete additional range of variables to the matrix of a relationship, with many areas in common, but also many areas where the interests of the Dominant and submissive are not common. What does a Dominant do, for example, when his submissive discovers she absolutely loves bondage, and he doesn't have the patience for it?
To the increased number of variables, add the fact that any BDSM relationship in the real world must be maintained in an environment where there is no institutional support for it, and where there are some considerable knee-jerk paradigms against it. Finally, add in that relationships, and personalities, evolve over time. Sadly, little girls eventually do grow up.
Jenny has always been a very deeply spiritual person and has always been religious, although she does not follow any Christian religion. Over time, her pursuit of her spirituality took on an increasing importance to her – something I actually understood and encouraged.
One day, about a year after our trip to the ballpark, Jenny asked me to have a serious discussion with her. Hesitantly, she broached her pursuit of her spiritual path, and then she talked about what that would mean for her. Finally, she looked up at me and said, "One of the things I have to do is to take complete charge of my own life. I can't pursue this if I can say that a decision is not mine to make, but someone else's."
She was quiet then and looked up through her eyelashes to me with some trepidation. The implications were a big pill for me to swallow.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, I looked up at her and said, "I understand what you're saying, and I support you with all my heart. But you and I both know what it means for us."