I was so excited to see my friend Chris! It had been over a dozen years since we had seen each other, and while we exchanged flirtatious banter over email, this was a special meeting. I was in Chicago helping a sister plant with some start up issues and this was the perfect opportunity. My husband did not care for Chris - presumably because of the erotic nature of our conversations. You see, Chris was not only my friend, but my master, my only confidante, my partner in fetishist proclivities. I was his and would do anything to please him.
For the aforementioned reasons, I could not invite Chris to my wedding six years prior. I thought it would be special if I wore my wedding dress (down to the white lace thong and push up corset) when I met him so he could see it. I was trembling with excitement as I waited for the knock on the door. I had told him I had a surprise for him.
The knock came. I answered the door beaming and exclaimed, "Surprise!" His face went from smiling to scowling in a fraction of a second.
"This is my surprise, Katie?! What the fuck?!" Chris said through gritted teeth as he shoved me aside. "I was so looking forward to our evening and you show me this?" He shoved me again up against the wall with his face in mine. "I knew you were crazy, but this is beyond my limits."
He grabs me by the waist , flings me around, and throws me unceremoniously onto the bed. I am shaking, upset, and near tears when he slaps me across the face. Then the real tears came.
"This dress represents how you disobeyed me. You are MINE. You were not meant to be given away frivolously. I have tried to get past your disloyalty, but this brings all of that rage back," he continues as he is shaking my shoulders.
