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Story: Break Me
Well that's a lie, if there was nothing wrong with me I wouldn't be here with four failed engagements under my belt.
Slowly, I pull myself back up to the computer and look over the ad again as if some of the words might change.
I did say I wanted a vacation. I wanted to work on myself. I wanted to forget all this misery.
What better way to do that than if someone take over making all the decisions for me. All I really have to do is click the link and register. At least that is what the site says. I wonder how many other woman are having these same thoughts? Will I miss out on the chance if I don't act now.
In a flurry of impulsiveness, I quickly fill out the form and put my arrival date as this weekend along with my phone number if any plans change.
When I hit enter a colorful screen pops up letting me know that I've taken the first steps to becoming a real woman all laced with laughing emojis. I still can't tell if this is a trick or not but I'm going to find out for myself.
One way or another.
Chapter 2 - Emmett
Sweat rollsdown the side of my face as I lift the ax over my head and bring it down hard.
Over and over.
I ignore the pain in my muscles. Pain I can deal with, but this intrusive violation of my life, I can't.
I should've known when Violet and I became an item that things would go bad.
What can I say... I wanted a challenge.
It's been years since I stepped away from my dominant lifestyle. I never want to go through the emotional turmoil that comes from having a sub. Truthfully, being a submissive takes a lot from a person, but having the energy and will of a dominant can be taxing as well. No one truly understands what I see. How I have to be extra observant, extra protective, extra everything all for a submissive who turns out only to be reliving childhood trauma while not forging any bond with me whatsoever.
I just can't do it again.
Lifting my arm to wipe the sweat from my forehead, I grit my teeth as I feel my phone vibrate once again in my pants pocket. When will this nonsense stop. It's been well over a week since Violet put that ridiculous ad online, and I'm still getting trolls and other irritating people messaging me. Most of them telling me that I should kill myself for being such a horrible human being, others making fun of my previous way of life.
It doesn't matter how much I try to explain to them that the ad was wrong, none of them take even a second to believe me.
I guess that's what Violet wanted.
When our relationship became more about how I could hurt her then how much she loved me, I realized it was way past the time for us to break up.
Unfortunately, she didn't see it the same way. I didn't want to be just a dominant to her. I wanted to be the man she loved.
When I broke things off with her, she didn't accept it. She came by every day as if she still lived here. When I finally made it clear to her that she was no longer welcomed, she threw a fit and promised me that I would never find a woman like her. That quickly turned into her verbal attacking me, telling me that I wasn't a real dominant. That I was a fake. She told me that I couldn't handle a real submissive and that I was a fraud.
It stung, I'm not going to lie, but it was just her being hurt. Still, the relationship was toxic. I should've seen it from the very beginning.
The buzzing in my pocket stops, only to start right back up again. I've stopped answering the people who respond to the ad. It's just not worth my time or energy. They won't understand whatI have to say. They don't care. They only want me to fuel the drama they've already played out in their minds.
I don't have the time nor the energy for that.
I let my eyes slide over the large pile of wood I have chopped up for the coming cold snap. It's more than enough. In fact, I think it might just be too much. I'll have to find somewhere to store the excess.
As I lean down and start to pick up the splintered pieces of wood, my ears perk up at the sound of an engine coming in my direction. The distinct sound of a fan belt that needs replacing and the uneven thump of a wheel that needs to be filled up.
Fucking Violet.
I don't have the patience for her today.
Maybe I can go hide in the house. I scoff at the idea.
Like that would stop her.
Slowly, I pull myself back up to the computer and look over the ad again as if some of the words might change.
I did say I wanted a vacation. I wanted to work on myself. I wanted to forget all this misery.
What better way to do that than if someone take over making all the decisions for me. All I really have to do is click the link and register. At least that is what the site says. I wonder how many other woman are having these same thoughts? Will I miss out on the chance if I don't act now.
In a flurry of impulsiveness, I quickly fill out the form and put my arrival date as this weekend along with my phone number if any plans change.
When I hit enter a colorful screen pops up letting me know that I've taken the first steps to becoming a real woman all laced with laughing emojis. I still can't tell if this is a trick or not but I'm going to find out for myself.
One way or another.
Chapter 2 - Emmett
Sweat rollsdown the side of my face as I lift the ax over my head and bring it down hard.
Over and over.
I ignore the pain in my muscles. Pain I can deal with, but this intrusive violation of my life, I can't.
I should've known when Violet and I became an item that things would go bad.
What can I say... I wanted a challenge.
It's been years since I stepped away from my dominant lifestyle. I never want to go through the emotional turmoil that comes from having a sub. Truthfully, being a submissive takes a lot from a person, but having the energy and will of a dominant can be taxing as well. No one truly understands what I see. How I have to be extra observant, extra protective, extra everything all for a submissive who turns out only to be reliving childhood trauma while not forging any bond with me whatsoever.
I just can't do it again.
Lifting my arm to wipe the sweat from my forehead, I grit my teeth as I feel my phone vibrate once again in my pants pocket. When will this nonsense stop. It's been well over a week since Violet put that ridiculous ad online, and I'm still getting trolls and other irritating people messaging me. Most of them telling me that I should kill myself for being such a horrible human being, others making fun of my previous way of life.
It doesn't matter how much I try to explain to them that the ad was wrong, none of them take even a second to believe me.
I guess that's what Violet wanted.
When our relationship became more about how I could hurt her then how much she loved me, I realized it was way past the time for us to break up.
Unfortunately, she didn't see it the same way. I didn't want to be just a dominant to her. I wanted to be the man she loved.
When I broke things off with her, she didn't accept it. She came by every day as if she still lived here. When I finally made it clear to her that she was no longer welcomed, she threw a fit and promised me that I would never find a woman like her. That quickly turned into her verbal attacking me, telling me that I wasn't a real dominant. That I was a fake. She told me that I couldn't handle a real submissive and that I was a fraud.
It stung, I'm not going to lie, but it was just her being hurt. Still, the relationship was toxic. I should've seen it from the very beginning.
The buzzing in my pocket stops, only to start right back up again. I've stopped answering the people who respond to the ad. It's just not worth my time or energy. They won't understand whatI have to say. They don't care. They only want me to fuel the drama they've already played out in their minds.
I don't have the time nor the energy for that.
I let my eyes slide over the large pile of wood I have chopped up for the coming cold snap. It's more than enough. In fact, I think it might just be too much. I'll have to find somewhere to store the excess.
As I lean down and start to pick up the splintered pieces of wood, my ears perk up at the sound of an engine coming in my direction. The distinct sound of a fan belt that needs replacing and the uneven thump of a wheel that needs to be filled up.
Fucking Violet.
I don't have the patience for her today.
Maybe I can go hide in the house. I scoff at the idea.
Like that would stop her.