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When we met, he was in a button-down shirt and jeans.I was in awe because he was a “pretty boy” with his brown hair and blue eyes, in his late twenties. I remember thinking how weird the name of the town sounded when I tried to pronounce it.Whatever it was, I received almost a hundred responses in the first hour.I deleted most of the responses – the one liners, the vulgar tongues, and the people who couldn’t spell.He didn’t go on for a long time but I got the point. When I was pulled upright, I lunged at him, not to enact violence but in need of comfort.He wrapped me in his arms and reminded me to breathe.

I struggled with the decision to abandon Benji, and in the end I couldn’t even do it face-to-face; I sent him an email that said I no longer required his services. I’ve tried to capture the high of that first aftercare experience with drugs and alcohol, with self-harm, with obsessive coloring, and with mixed martial arts. The safety and security I felt in Benji’s arms is still unparalleled.I’ve seen the admiration and worship people have for their pets. One day, Benji came to pick me up from the New Jersey Transit station, and he was annoyed because I was late. I had become a part of the larger BDSM community by joining an online community called Fetlife and had experienced play that was safe-word guarded during parties at BDSM clubs.I let it slip that I’d gotten drunk at a party earlier in the week, which I knew would upset him. I knew I could get that feeling of home elsewhere, without the danger and lack of respect.It was painful, but I felt endorphins flood my body. He saw silence as a challenge and increased the intensity of the spanking.I was proud that I wasn’t crying out in spite of the pain.

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