Let us discuss one of the worst things that can happen to you when you’re being submissive:
You’re tied up and the guy won’t let you go when you safe out and ask for it.
It’s happened to me twice. Which, given my significant experience with about two dozen tops, says a lot.
Both times were terrifying.
The first, and by far the worst, was with my restraining-order Ex, John. It was December in Lake Tahoe and there was a foot of new snow on the ground; more coming down every minute. It was the middle of the night. I could not have gotten out of that house without snowshoes. Even if I called the cops, they would not have been able to come. There was no auto traffic that night.
He started being a rude, abusive jerk, ignoring my limits, during the session. I was dressed in a fishnet body stocking with my arms locked behind me.
I safed out and asked him to let me go. I wasn’t a shrieking basket case, either (not that it would matter if I WAS a shrieking basket case). I called it off and expressed myself in very clear words.
The guy would. not. let me go.
“Why did you agree to do (this thing) and then renege?”
I kept repeating, “Let me up. Let me up.”
I kept thinking, I am going to get raped and I cannot get away from this man, even on foot. This is going to happen.
He kept asking me why I “reneged.”
He tortured me for about an hour. I was terrified, but holding my composure. Eventually, he did release me.
I ran to one of the spare bedrooms and locked the door behind me. He proceeded to pound on it, yelling that he never should have let me up until I was “broken.” Yeah, I’m not making that up.
He broke the door down.
The next morning, I had to endure shoveling the driveway with him in order to get a ride home. He had snow tires.
I broke up with him once I was in my apartment. We stayed broken up for 5 months.
Eventually, due to his relentless efforts, I took him back. And I stayed.
I stayed for five more years.