After my second session with #Mistercontrol I was determined to make the next session completely about him. I still felt a sense of quilt and wanted to make up for that. So, I waited for him to set a day and time. We talked daily like usual, but the conversation seemed a bit different. A lot less relationship based and more friendship based, especially on #MisterControl’s part. You see I shared my concerns about my marriage with him and the fact that I was considering leaving my husband at this point. I assured him that this decision had nothing to do with him, but I don’t think he quite believed me. Honestly, I didn’t believe me either. With my senses wide open and my emotions running so high, I got really intense and was not thinking logically. My marriage was not providing the stimulation that I received from #MisterControl, mentally or physically. My best solution was to just move on. With hopes that my relationship with #MisterControl could grow. I wanted to give him all of me. My mind, heart, body and soul was his for the taking.
In the meantime, I’m trying desperately to figure out why #MC isn’t taking advantage of this opportunity to have me. He is staying in constant contact, but not making any plans to see me. Finally tired of waiting, I start sending provocative pictures again. Finding sayings online that I know will touch some part of him. And Bingo! He asks to see me.
We set a day and time and I eagerly awaited. When the day arrived, I began my usual preparations to ensure I looked and smelled my very best. I picked out the sexiest dress I could find and my 6 inch heels. Per his request, my hair was done up in a neat bun and no panties. I get in my car and begin to drive to what was becoming our hotel and #MC messages me to tell me he couldn’t make it. He had an emergency with his mother. I was disappointed but could be mad, after all, it was his mom. While talking later that afternoon, I find out that he still could have made our session. The emergency was not an illness or sickness and he was back home and resting when he messaged me. I grew furious. He knew exactly what time I would leave to be on time and waited to cancel? What the hell was going on?
His explanation left little to be desired but I didn’t want to give up yet. So I took a few days to gather my senses and decided to forgive him (first mistake). We then set a second day and again he cancels. This time with no reason. I was livid and hurt. #MisterControl was playing with my mind and I didn’t like it one bit. I had done this very thing to other men, so I knew the game, and now I was on the receiving end. Was he trying to pay me back for the men I had hurt? Was he pushing me away? Or was he cruel and I didn’t catch it in the beginning? I asked to be released from my contract. I knew at this point submission to him was not going to work for me. The next several weeks I spent with old male friends. I needed to be in control and to feel desired. #MisterControl began to communicate with me again (second mistake). We kept things on a friendly level and I was ok with that. I really fell hard for this man, it was the first time in my that I had emotions this strong for anyone. So, when he asked to see me, I agreed. I wish I had known this would be the last time.