My First "Kinky" LTR

As the years went on, any “normal” relationship I had didn’t last. The only happiness I found was in a relationship that had some sort of kinky aspect to it.
It wasn’t until 2003 that I found someone that I could both be happy with and rely upon to be there for me emotionally as well, he was a “boyfriend-Dom”. We lived together for over 3 years.

He was about 5 years younger that I was and had no children. A current college student when we met. He had lived at home, a complete Momma’s boy, until he moved in with me. I vowed to take care of him, I promised him that I would. I had also promised myself that for the first time in my life I would be completely honest with someone. So I told him the truth no matter what he asked me.

I didn’t realize that he was so immature emotionally that he couldn’t handle the truth. Because I had “played” with others and had some really kinky experiences, I think he saw me as tainted. He called me a slut and a whore and I started to feel really down about myself. I began to believe everything he said. He started to critique the way I dressed, that I was dressing too slutty and my pants were too tight and my neckline was too low. I wore too much make-up and my heels were too high. Didn’t I know that men created high heels for women to wear to make their asses stick out to get fucked and to throw them off balance and they can’t run if chased? Oh but of course, why didn’t I know this already! My poor self-esteem was being battered and beaten down even further.

But, I loved him and was just so crazy about him. Against all comments made by firneds and family, I just didn’t listen. He was so talented and smart, intellectually. He had been in pre-med classes, on his way to medical school. He was an aspiring artist and a wonderful musician and vocalist. I invested all my money into him. As a devoted submissive I bought him anything and everything to make him happy and enable him to succeed in his endeavors.