Pat was 29- he worked for the EPA, and had long hair. He was the first person I’d ever met online. We spoke for several hours before deciding to meet the next day. His body was soft and round, like mine. He made me feel comfortable that I wasn’t so skinny.
He brought a backpack filled with leather and rope into my room. He showed me how to tie and untie knots- each one more complicated than the next. He started with my right wrist, then my left, then he undressed me from the waist down and tied my ankles to the bed post. Next came a blindfold, and an unexpected rush of submission.
I’d spend the next month or so making him dinner and joining him in the shower, carefully comparing our stretchmarks and how similar our curves were.
Over the following weeks he’d ignore me more and more until eventually he texted:
“I can’t do this anymore. I’m nervous.”