Part of it was time zones I suppose but mostly it boiled down to one thing: I didn’t get in to trouble. You see if there are rules and I’ve agreed to those rules, I follow them. There were plenty in her family who didn’t and that’s where her energy went. Miss Goody Two Shoes here didn’t get a look in.
My time with Yas can be summed up thus:
- Trial, that was one of the best times I’ve had in SL, an experience I’ll not forget although I doubt it’ll be repeated. Some things only work the once.
- Three days wandering around in a daze, with hind sight I know now that I had heavy drop.
- Stopped wearing restraints. It’s a quirk of mine, I will not wear restraints unless they are locked or they are being used, something I communicated to Yas at the time.
- Lots and lots of family drama, I mean not a week went by when there wasn’t one drama or another.
- Yas putting out an order that everyone was to wear cuffs at all times. Oopsee, I had a bit of a problem with that.
Some of you may be wondering what the big deal about wearing restraints at all times is, after all I am a sub, no?
Well yes and no, let me put it this way: the liklihood of most of the readers of this blog getting their hands on my keys are pretty close to zero. I’d say it’s not personal, but it is. There are very few people I will submit to. So why get your hopes up needlessly?
Bottom line though is that my position was clearly communicated to Yas several times and she chose to ignore that which left us with three options: I back down, she back down or she makes an exception for me. Not hard math really, eh?
Two things I’m still sore at Yas for: forbidding my best friend, Yar, from supporting me when she released me. Given all that I’d done for Yar to help her with her troubles with Yas, I consider that an act of utter cruelty to both Yar and me.
The second is using me as an excuse to uncollar my wife.