I was in my junior year of college and living in my first apartment with 2 roommates. I loved college but my social life was only interesting when I let myself go and in retrospect, used. In retrospect, my self esteem was not too high. I was a big girl, 5'8 about 145, and although attractive, I "defined" myself, as did others, by my weight. I also realize now, I was "needy," and therefore, when anyone paid any attention to me I would go out of my way, overboard actually, to please them. Hence my allowing myself to get used.
I hated myself the next day but still wanted the attention and the illusion of being loved.
I saw a guy off and on, who I really liked but who was nice only when he wanted something. I was always satisfied the night we were together but then I wouldn't hear from him for weeks. If I saw him he barely spoke. But when he wanted something, he was a charmer, and I the snake.
This went on for many months with Dave. My room mates and I talked about it. They could not understand why I put up with it. They bullied me into trying something, that clearly was out of character for me. There was a group of us that had been friends since freshman year. We would get together regularly. This year I think, my roommates, because of my circumstances convinced the others to have a masquerade party. Every girl was to get their date to dress as a girl and every girl was to rent a tux and come as a guy. The best looking couple would win the prize which was the pot of about $1200 ($100 from each girl.) They wanted to give him a lesson; and they thought the experience would then teach me a lesson - but only if he'd come.
I called Dave and asked him and of course his first answer was "no." I pleaded and then said "I promise I'll do anything, anywhere, just don't make me go alone and look like a loser."
I was concerned what my friends would think of me if he didn't show up.
He asked: "Do you really mean anything,anywhere?"
I responded:"Yes, absolutely." "Are you sure?" he replied.
"The fraternity has a dungeon in the basement and I would want you to go there and have you be the subject of my kinky fantasies," he said.
I wavered for a minute ... "You wouldn't hurt me - I'd be able to quit if it got too much," I shakily replied.