I am 37 years old and my high school crush still has me by a short leash.

He put his leash on me when I was fourteen and has never taken it off.

For a time, when I was away at college and he was already working I went out with a boy at college. He found out when my sister tattled. I was pulled up short and he made it clear about where my attention needed to be. I never dated again.

He has a pet name for me, which he has tattooed on his chest. In return I have his name tattooed on my chest. It is nothing obnoxious and I can cover it up easily, even in a bathing suit. His tattoo though is visible any time he takes off his shirt.

One day he was extra insistent of me. I wanted to go out of town and he didn't want me to go. I finally gave in and called him master, now when I answer the phone I say 'yes master', and whenever I want something I ask my master if I can have it or get permission or whatever.

If I call him master I can get pretty much anything I want. It is his weakness.

So in a way I have a leash too, at least a pretend leash. His is not pretend, it is real.

The good thing is that I never get in trouble, because I never have permission to do something to get me in trouble.