We broke our own boundaries last week. We were out with friends, and we split off into separate rooms at a busy club. Luke asked if I was okay for him to stay and play with our friend Annie, while I went with two other friends to find a quieter space for some impact play. I was surprised and a little taken aback by his question, as he had been so very adamant that we must always play together when at a club. I felt safe with our friends, and I could see how much he wanted this, so I said yes. I was happy with this arrangement, as I have no issue with playing separately. It’s Luke who doesn’t like the idea of me being away from him, because he wants control over single males approaching and playing with me. He is scared of them hurting me and wants to keep an eye out for my well-being. After being told that around six men were queuing up behind me for a turn on me without discussion or consent while I was being spitroasted, I can understand why. I couldn’t see them standing behind me, and Luke had to tell them to back off in a very firm tone as he watched the scene unfold with my head between his thighs. I would have had no idea that they were there or if they used protection until it was too late. But I was with people I trusted, so I felt comfortable enough to leave him to it.