*I should note the person in this story is no longer the 19 year old agent of chaos I dated. However, our relationship was toxic and sometimes our fights are worth including.*
Yes, I had a girlfriend who was very into degradation. She was weirdly obsessed with “branding” which scared the hell out of me… SHE scared the hell out of me. After this story she got pretty creative with temporary ways of writing on me.
*Once she put her underwear in my mouth and spelled her name on my back with hot wax. That’s not really relevant to THIS story but I wanted y’all to have that visual.*
Anyway, it started small. She would write in pen and draw temporary tattoos on my arm. Sometimes she’d add her name to them, which was complicated because I wasn’t “out” and would have to cover them up to avoid questions.
Things escalated once because we got into a fight. I remember this fight because it was so fucking absurd.
She walked in and asked what I was doing. When I responded I was applying for the Peace Corps she flipped fucking shit, even though I had been very upfront about my plans after graduation since I met her.