By ty dehner
Just go with it.
That was the text I received as I was walking home from the bus stop after work. I waited for another but there wasn’t one.
“???” I replied in the text, but there was no reply.
The text came from my ex. He had moved out of the area 4 years ago and we called it quits but remained friends online. Back East he had gotten in with a group of gay kinky cops and on occasion shared some of their adventures with me. There was one guy that seemed to be the leader that was intense in what they did to their captives. The lead one even had a full-time dog that he kept in full heavy leather. The dog didn’t work and lived most of its time in a cage.
I never really got into the dog scene that guys seem to go for. I’m older and I felt it was a younger guys thing. I was more traditional leather, biker, or rubber gear and being a slave or owned object.
Arriving at my home, I entered the front door and began my routine of getting casual and fixing dinner. As I cooked and ate I kept thinking back to that text, what the hell did it mean? I haven’t been playing much in the past couple of years focusing more on work. Plus, hadn’t found anyone that was aggressive and confident of my ex. He knew what he wanted and he had no qualms of doing it with me. He really controlled his world and me. He left to deal with some family issues and just never returned.