Memories of Jealous Mates

[starseerdrgn]

Earlier today, I was in the middle of an IRC conversation with a fur. They had apparently been reading through my old stories, and wanted more info about the automorphs in one of those stories. In particular, he wanted information about the more adult aspects, and I had no problem giving him the details.

Suddenly, his boyfriend hijacks the conversation by sending me some rather threatening private messages, saying he doesn’t approve of anyone RPing with his mate without his knowledge. I flat-out told him I wasn’t in an RP mood, and was giving information about something from my universe that he asked me about. He then proceeded to apologize, saying that he worries about his boyfriend being unfaithful. I told him that he needs to talk with his boyfriend, and that his actions could very well tear his relationship apart if he’s found out.

(Note to Calyo: This isn’t someone you know. Pony fur.)

All of this actually reminded of something which happened long ago, before I myself started dating. Passive memory recall is funny that way.

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Back during the early days of my stories, when “A Bit of R&D” was my most popular series, someone came to me about a potential collab involving my characters in their universe. I was up for it, and given that I was relatively inexperienced, I thought it’d give me some really good practice.

Now, before I continue, let me set a few facts into place. I was in my very early 20s, before I’d even met my master. The person I was collaborating with was in their mid 30s, and had a mate in their 40s. They’d been in a relationship for ten years at that point.

While talking out the details over DeviantArt notes, I suddenly get a note from someone else. I didn’t recognize the name, but they were telling me that if I did a collab with this fur, that I’d regret it for a “very long time”. Not one to take a threat lying down, I shot off a message to both the DA mods and my collab partner. The mods said they’d look into it (they didn’t), and my partner said not to worry about it. He didn’t recognize the name, and they were probably a troll.

Fast-forward a few days. I’d been away from DA while dealing with a family medical emergency (as per usual), and we’d worked out enough that we could start writing our respective pieces. Just before I get started, I notice Windows Live Messenger lighting up like mad. Assuming it was one of the other furs I know trying to get my attention in their usual manner (damned Umbreons), I switched over…It wasn’t blackie-butt pinging me. I had a string of forty messages, some with threats, from a person I didn’t know. It was the troll again.

I was mostly annoyed, so I blocked them and moved on, mentioning the issue to my collab partner. This time, he asked me for the username, and I sent it. I didn’t hear back for a few hours, but he said he’d taken care of the situation. Didn’t give me any info.

Fast-forward a few more days, and I suddenly get a message from my partner-in-words. He says he needs to drop the collab to work on something else, and I said it was fine. I had plenty to work with, and I could rework it into a stand-alone piece. That was all there was…right?

Nope. A few weeks (maybe a month) later, I get another message from a mutual friend. Apparently, my collab partner’s girlfriend—a then-well-known dominatrix—had punished him for doing something without her permission (they weren’t in a D/s relationship). Shortly after, he’d disappeared from the internet, only to re-emerge under another name. Apparently, because he was working as a writer, she decided to tie him up in a gimp suit while she went to work, because “no one would come looking for him”.

To make it clear, no sane domme would do that. It’s just not ethical, and can be outright dangerous for the submissive, especially if there’s no one watching them. Fantasy is fantasy, reality is reality.

Another friend of his had come by their apartment to check on him. She knew where the spare key was kept, and let herself in when nobody answered. She apparently found him tied up with no one around, and quickly pulled him free of his bindings. Then, she took him to her place for his own safety.

I don’t know any details beyond what’s mentioned, but bloody hell was that whole mess a clusterfuck. It goes to show, crazy levels of jealousy and control can ruin even loving relationships.