If I’m going to return to my role at the Magazine, I have to be honest about what happened. Madam Nora made that clear. No more excuses. No more hiding. Just the truth, raw and unfiltered.

When my girlfriend left me, I acted like I was the victim. But that’s not the full story. The truth is, there were issues. Private stuff. Things she was begging me to work on, and I didn’t. She wanted to see change. I gave her disappointment. She needed growth. I gave her excuses.

And when it fell apart, instead of owning it, I self-destructed.

I got involved with her friend Carly. Yeah, she took advantage of me. Yes, she absolutely used my submissive instincts against me. But I still let it happen. Under her “ownership,” I let my whole life collapse. I lost my job. I might have lost my position here at the Magazine. I lost my apartment, my savings, and just about any sense of dignity I had left.

I hit bottom hard. I didn’t even believe I deserved help. I thought I was just stuck in the wreckage I made.

But then the people who actually gave a shit showed up.

Duckie tracked me down. He spent hours on the phone, pulling strings, calling in favors. When he found me, he sent Zeek. And Zeek dropped everything, didn’t even hesitate. He came to get me, no questions asked.

It took a conference call with Mizz Geena to actually convince me to go. I didn’t have much to pack—Carly had gotten rid of most of my stuff. But Zeek helped me into the car, and we drove off. That drive felt like freedom.

Let me be clear. Not every D/s dynamic is healthy. What happened with Carly was not power exchange. It was abuse. And I’m damn lucky to have people who saw that and acted.

The next couple days, I stayed with Mizz Geena in Seattle. It was everything I needed and more. Peace. Care. A home that runs on structure and love. I got to see what real femdom looks like when it’s working beautifully—and I’ll be writing more about that soon, if I’m allowed

Then, the biggest shock. My girlfriend came to get me. She showed up, looked me in the eye, and said she was ready to try again. I have so much to make up for. So much to rebuild. But she’s giving me a second chance—and that means everything. We’ve been able to spend the last ten days or so together, talking, planning, and understanding.

So yeah, I made a fucking mess. But I’m cleaning it up. And I’m doing it with the help of people I now know are my chosen family. And there are tears in my eyes as I write this, but I know that no matter what happens to my job here, I have made a connection to people that goes beyond coworkers.

Mizz Geena, thank you for showing me what a Domme’s love and leadership really looks like. You gave me hope when I had none.

Duckie, I love you, man. You showed up in ways that broke me open. You told me the hard truth and made me feel cared for at the same time.

Zeek, thank you for being the guy who dropped it all to save my ass. You’re like the older brother I didn’t know I needed.

And Madam Nora, your structure is the reason I’m still here. You had every right to cut me off. Instead, you gave me a chance to rise. I will not waste it.

I’m back. Caged, collared, corrected—and grateful. Let’s see if I can build something better this time. I know this is still just a step – Madam has to agree to allow me to return, but I’m working hard to show her I deserve another chance. I hope she sees it.

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