Who ya gonna call?
When you’ve been ghosted.
Ghosted, a term I wasn’t familiar with until recently. Sat at a munch, a rare occurrence these days, hey been there got the T-shirt, the poster and the giant foam hand, Yay Go Munchers, when one of the ladies sat at the table with me made a wooOOoo noise under her breath eliciting much sniggering and giggling from those around her.
A quick scan of the group showed apart from me and the girl, everybody else seemed to get the joke. So turning to the source of the noise I asked what the joke was. “Oh it’s just us being bitchy about poor old Derek” she replied with a, I suspected completely insincere, sad shake of the head. “Care to elaborate?” I prompted and as expected got the furtive cartoonesque scan of the room to check nobodies watching move. Still she leaned closer, apparently so as not to be heard even though I suspect all around us already knew even more than she would tell me.
I didn’t object, it’s the rules of the gossip game and besides which she is gorgeous, a woman of a certain age completely in touch with her sexual self and enjoying life. I would love to have her at my mercy, begging for release, straining against my control. Pity she is a badass sadistic Domme who should I ever try to do that would in a heartbeat cut my manhood from my body, marinade it my body fluids and then make me eat it. The sort of woman who carries several weapons concealed about her person and knows how to use them, for her pleasure.
“Poor old Derek he’s the only one doesn’t know he’s being ghosted” she half whispered in to my shoulder and sat back as if I should instantly understand. Well it explained the silly noise but I was really no wiser. Of course with suave Domly calm I smiled a half amused, half of course smile and looked at the poor man’s back across the room all the while wondering what the hell ghosting was. The girl was by now gently looking askance at me so I leaned closer and whispered “What’s ghosting somebody mean?” She gave me that “Really? You don’t know?” look that is usually followed by a “With respect Sir, you are s out of touch you old codger.” This is just implied in the eyes if she feels on thin ice, we are in public or I am feeling grumpy. Behind closed doors she would say it; what the hell she’s a brat in the bedroom as well as a whore.
“Perhaps later?” she said and we let it hang until the start of the next demo caused the group to break up and we could move to a quiet corner. Settled she started to explain. Apparently since so much of our relationships these days are virtual, completely as in website friends, or in terms of publicly expressing our relationships to said virtual connections, being virtually present is to most people the reality of the relationship. This is certainly true in the world of kink where for most kinksters face to face is a social highlight, once met in real life most connection is then online. So if you are in a D/s relationship the only way from day to day that your connections know this is, is by what you do online, no online no relationship.
Now obviously, if you are seen at a real life event, happy and contented together, the flag is reset but in many relationships these days face to face is not 24/7. We lead busy lives; D/s can overlay other relationships and commitments so even the relationship can be partially virtual. So how do you know when a relationship is dead? Well in this case it appeared after everybody else. This was no Velcro collar strangers to Master slave in six months scenario, oh no, Derek and Elsa had been a scene item for years, see guys you can live the dream they are. Except that apparently he stopped listening and didn’t hear the alarm on her biological clock go off. She wants a little Derek, she wants one real bad. Now of course she is a good slave and never tells her Master what to do, Master always knows best or some such crap. Crap because in this case it has destroyed their relationship.
Apparently he is the only one to have not realised that she always has an excuse to not be out with him, a convenient recurring medical problem, ageing and increasingly sickly parents, ever more demanding boss who needs that report tonight. They are seeing each other rarely, he is unhappy but being understanding, she is fading away. No longer is there a stream of posts about what they have done together, how he makes her feel, just an ever decreasing number of social likes of friends pictures or posts. Coming to one of these for the first time you would never guess she was in a long term relationship, which of course in her mind she now isn’t.
Apparently this is the modern way, just fade away so that when you finally stop answering their messages, go invisible, it isn’t as painful, but of course that is simply what the ghoster tells themselves to justify their cowardice. It is going to destroy Derek, his whole social credibility will be removed, he is going to feel publicly castrated and betrayed not only by the love of his life but by all his friends who he will quickly realise knew and said nothing. She will lay low, first surfacing virtually to remake connections, there will be no shortage of comforting strong Domly shoulders to lean on and the fact he wouldn’t, perhaps if need be hinted at couldn’t, give her the baby she craved will be seen as reason enough by some of the women around her.
So did I go over and tell him, of course not. How could you prove it, that’s the beauty of it, the perfect crime, no hard evidence and a victim that doesn’t realise until it is too late. No, I carried on as planned, had a great evening and went home. Went home to check all her posts online and texts and calls, to count them and work out how often, how many, my God was I next? And then I spent a sleepless nice feeling like a shit for doubting her. My resolve was to listen a little more closely, hope she makes some murmur of protest that I can detect early enough to act or believed me when afterwards I told her I would rather change anything than lose her. Hopefully the fact that I also told that if she ghosted me I would make it my life’s work to hunt her down and destroy her reassured her as to my commitment to the relationship and didn’t in anyway scare her.