She.
He stopped texting her, all of a sudden. She could not understand why, since he had asked her to be his completely, to belong to him out of her own will. She had found this disturbing and enticing at the same time. The nature of her feelings for him drove her to him in ways others would not have thought possible. These others would maybe have felt asphyxiated by his demands but in her case, she glorified in them.
She yearned for him, his voice, his skin, his body, his soul! She had become him and yet, he had chosen to dispose of her somehow. And of course, she questioned herself. She never stopped to think maybe it was him the one who could not honour his own demands and standards in their connection. She could never think of him as someone she could blame for anything, if things had failed it had to be due to her, she must have failed somewhere in the way and he had been too kind to let her know, he was blameless.
And while he centred on his life and moved on swiftly, she waited for him, waited for just one text to prove to her he still cared. The text never came, of course. She never got closure from him, never a word of apology, least of all a word of concern as to his well being. He just gave her a bogus excuse once and then silence, that silence that left her with nothing.
She was almost rendered numb when she saw by chance his happy pic on social media. His new supply looked happy too. So this was the reason, the answer, the end of things. She had thought him so special... he was just commonplace.
Smiling sadly to herself, she realized she ought to have known better, she should have seen through the mask he wore. Well, she hadn´t. Things like these happen to Subs when they find immature boys playing at being Doms.