hoseman2248
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Do any of you have horror stories that resulted from opening up about your fetish to someone close to you? Please feel free to share if you choose to do so. Mine started about 8 years ago. I met a girl online and we started talking. After a few chats she opened up about being very sexual and mentioned she was open to trying almost anything. For whatever reason, in the heat of the moment and feeling close to her, I opened up about my fetishes for tickling and girls wearing pantyhose. She almost immediately seemed into it and when we finally met in person sparks flew. The relationship was very intense sexually and she seemed really into my fetishes. She was quite sexually permiscuous herself so I thought I had finally met the person that I was meant to be with. We seemed to bond emotionally as well so I thought for sure that we were going to be happy.
Well, after about 6 months (aka the honeymoon phase) things got real. She was 27 at the time and had been through a bad divorce. Her ex husband was a nightmare alone to deal with as they shared a child together. They would fight all the time and social services became involved (due to false reports) more times than I could count. My girlfriend denied having a mood disorder but she would have emotions that flipped like a switch. She would go from deep depressions to incredibly heightened energy and motivation, to screaming fits of rage all within a the same day (or same hour somtimes). I began to dread her over the years but she had one thing over me that made me afraid to leave.... my fetish.
She would threaten to tell everyone in my family and all of my friends about my fetishes. She would scream "nylons" as loud as she could in the apartment hoping the neighbors below could hear it and she could humiliate me. I told her several times I wanted to end it and she said she could text my mother pictures of all of her nylons and tell her what a freak I was. She used this on me for nearly the last two years we were together. The only thing that saved me was eventually her ex gave up seeing their shared child and I was able to convince her to move to the state her parents lived in to be with them as they were getting up there in age and needed help.
It was a nightmare 7 years and I regret from the start ever disclosing my fetish to her and vowed I will never open up about my fetish to anyone I date in the future. I'm now 38 and lost many good years of my life and realize I probably missed out on having a child/family of my own because I'm getting older and who knows when I will meet someone again. I look back and wonder if I could've accomplished so much more in my life if I wasn't trapped in a 7 year prison sentence from hell. However, the one thing I wonder about the most is that maybe all of it could've been avoided if I just never opened about my fetish in the first place.
Well, after about 6 months (aka the honeymoon phase) things got real. She was 27 at the time and had been through a bad divorce. Her ex husband was a nightmare alone to deal with as they shared a child together. They would fight all the time and social services became involved (due to false reports) more times than I could count. My girlfriend denied having a mood disorder but she would have emotions that flipped like a switch. She would go from deep depressions to incredibly heightened energy and motivation, to screaming fits of rage all within a the same day (or same hour somtimes). I began to dread her over the years but she had one thing over me that made me afraid to leave.... my fetish.
She would threaten to tell everyone in my family and all of my friends about my fetishes. She would scream "nylons" as loud as she could in the apartment hoping the neighbors below could hear it and she could humiliate me. I told her several times I wanted to end it and she said she could text my mother pictures of all of her nylons and tell her what a freak I was. She used this on me for nearly the last two years we were together. The only thing that saved me was eventually her ex gave up seeing their shared child and I was able to convince her to move to the state her parents lived in to be with them as they were getting up there in age and needed help.
It was a nightmare 7 years and I regret from the start ever disclosing my fetish to her and vowed I will never open up about my fetish to anyone I date in the future. I'm now 38 and lost many good years of my life and realize I probably missed out on having a child/family of my own because I'm getting older and who knows when I will meet someone again. I look back and wonder if I could've accomplished so much more in my life if I wasn't trapped in a 7 year prison sentence from hell. However, the one thing I wonder about the most is that maybe all of it could've been avoided if I just never opened about my fetish in the first place.