My switch was everything I needed at the time. He was and still is the most honest person I know. He thinks out loud. This was sometimes not a desired feature of our relationship.
We had an open relationship. He was (still is) polyamorous. I’m not but I needed the openness. I found everything about our relationship, refreshing. We would discuss everything. He would over discuss his ideas sometimes.
I experienced many firsts with my switch. He was the first to really tie me up good to the bed and torture me. He was the first to use nipple clamps on me. The first and only to have my ass. The first to make me squirt. The first and only person I’ve engaged in threesomes with. Butt plugs... electric paddle....
He had a balloon fetish (probably still does)... I’m a bit frightened of balloons but I’ve also found that I get extremely turned on when I’m frightened... This made things kind of interesting.
I am also scared of clowns. Now ... I went to his house one night and came into his room. The bed was covered in a large dark plastic tarp. There were gigantic balloons everywhere. In the closet.... there was ... a life size CLOWN balloon. Now... I was okay riding around on the cute catapillar or some of the other bizarre balloons... but dammit... That clown had to GO! Out in the hall... on the porch ... did not care... was not gettin naked with that creepy F’n thing lookin at me!
It was still a wild and fun night!
Eventually my need for something exclusive got the best of me and instead of asking him to change himself to please me... I ended it.
It was probably one of the worst mistakes I had made because the grass is never greener.
