Formatting might be bad since I’m on a phone typing this in the middle of my night and my heads all over the place.

For context. We spent 3 months talking and getting to know each other. Both rather promiscuous individuals, and we met at the beach in July and found out we’re from the same metropolitan area...Pittsburgh. She asked if I’d stay till Sunday instead of leaving on Saturday with my extended family. We had a very good time. The next two weeks we messaged and talked a lot, and met up and slept together. I could tell she was very submissive and wanted a dom. Lucky her I’m just the man.

We messaged each other for two months, day in and day out, as much as we could while I am here in the Middle East. We bonded and opened up to each other. Learned out our traumas and successes in life. Became vulnerable to each other.

I recently (couple weeks ago) went stateside again, but this time to ordain a friends wedding and to spend time with her. I stayed at her place almost every night, and the off nights she stayed at mine. We slowly expanded to involve all sorts of new things into the bedroom, restraints, floggers, paddles, rope, and other “fantasy” toys. Her biggest fantasy she wanted to try was for me to wear panties. Well, if she’s happy I’m happy so I obliged and ordered next day shipping on male frilled panties. She loved it. She absolutely loved it. So I’d wear them in the bedroom and only the bedroom. We promised to keep our bedroom Olympics to ourselves and our highest treuestes friend/s.

That was two weeks ago. Jump to last week. She went out with friends and was the DD. Idk what conversation transpired, but she sent me a snap of her best friend wearing my panties and dancing in them. Laughing and acting like it’s not a big deal.

This was something I did for my partner. I’m a very open and adventurous bisexual man, and I feel like she ripped all trust away from me.

We talked about it and tried to clear the air. I tried to make reason and find a way to trust her again at least just enough till I see her on Tuesday (when I fly back to America to ordain another wedding) so we can talk in person like adults. Yesterday, she said she loved me, was her sweet normal self, and wanted to talk and make peace out of what happened. I excitedly replied back that I was keen to talk and be adults about it. But by the time I saw her messages on Snapchat, she had removed me and blocked me on Snapchat, Instagram, and Facebook.

AITA?