Summary: Told a plate that we would be exclusive to keep her happy, she found out I was still fucking other plates. Instead of storming out she starts bargaining for commitment and fucking me harder.

Body: I'm a senior at a large state college. I have an Indian-muslim plate, HB8, who I've been fucking for a month. Low n-count because the combination of her all-seeing brown social network and her muslim upbringing check her hypergamy. Before I left for a trip, she asked if we could pretty please be exclusive, because she's trying to get me to commit. I should've held frame and just told her no, but I wanted to make sure she'd be available for me when I came back and I didn't want to drive her off, so I told her yes and then departed.

When I came back, she immediately wanted to fuck. Dressed up all nice, bought lingerie to wear just for me, the whole nine yards. We go for a couple of rounds, and then she wants to look at the nudes I have of her on my phone to see which ones I kept of the ones she sent me. She got upset because she kept scrolling to the left (Drake, anyone?) and saw that I had recent nudes of some of my other plates, and at this point she correctly deduced that I had been fucking other girls. Immediately, she loses her shit. "You promised me we'd be exclusive, SilentDeadlyKiller! How many other girls are there? When was the last time you fucked one of them? You lied to me, you realize that?" I held frame and showed no remorse. Short answers, held eye contact, barely apologized. I told her that I really didn't want to be exclusive, that I enjoyed having multiple girls to fuck. I expected her to say that she never wanted to see me again, and leave. That would be the rational course of action. But instead, it's like her logic short-circuited. She couldn't comprehend that I didn't want to be exclusive with her. "What is wrong with you? I am a strong, independent woman!" (She literally said this) "I am hot! Every guy wants to be with me! Other guys are constantly trying to get with me! Why don't you want me??"

Then she started to break. In between bouts of tears, she started trying to bargain. Negotiating commitment. "Well can we be exclusive now?" No. "Let me see your phone. I want to delete the nudes you have of me." No. "Can I at least be the first girl you call when you need to fuck?" Maybe. "At least tell me when you're with another girl?" No. "I'm so sorry for getting angry with you, SilentDeadlyKiller. Please forgive me?" And then to earn forgiveness, she kept fucking me, this time even more willing to do the depraved shit that my twisted mind enjoys. Completely comprising everything she told me that she never does. There were occasional crying sessions in between fucks, but nothing to prevent me from getting mine.

Lessons Learned: Women will break the rules for a man they value, AWALT, Abundance Mentality, Hold Frame, etc. This is just another example of standard sidebar material.

On a personal sidenote, I'm into BDSM, so I get off on breaking down a girl's barriers and conquering her. But here, it got to the point where I no longer found it gratifying. This girl was totally broken, no resistance, nothing left. She was apologizing to me for things that I had done wrong, and beating herself up for it. Random bouts of crying, trembling as she tried to hold back her tears so she could keep fucking me. It just wasn't fun like it's supposed to be. And I don't feel bad at all. I'm aware in a clinical sense that I did something that would generally be considered bad/negative/wrong under societal norms, but I don't feel a shred of emotion. Old pre-pill me would've felt terrible.

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