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1angel -> could this happen to Y/you? (3/16/2004 8:29:31 PM)
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i have been a slave for twenty years now. my training has been by Those that have owned me as well as having been trained to dance the dance of a slave. i have had real time Master's as well as cyber Master's. Both real time and cyber taught me things about myself and allowed me to bring something new to each Master i served. i met a Master online, when at the time i was not interested in being owned or serving. He didnt mind, W/we could be friends. i was careful, didn't give out to much information,took things on my terms. He allowed me to come along at my own pace, little did i know He was waiting and setting me up. Little by little the time W/we spent talking turned in hours and before i knew it a year passed. Photo's were exchanged,more time spent talking and digging into E/each O/other's soul. One day He spoke the words i wanted to hear, He loved me. i knew that i had fallen in love with this Man, who at this point in time seemed to know me inside and out. Another year passed. He began asking for money, not a lot at first, small amounts. He had this business, it was going under, could i help? Would i help? He said things like, "Well, I guess once the place close's down, W/we wont be able to speak anymore. I will no longer have a phone." Tell any slave they cant speak to their Master and watch what happens to them. Yes, it was two years and now i considered Him my Master, He said that i was His only slave. He promised. He said He didn't need any others, i was enough. He promised that in time, He would bring me to Him and W/we would live together, Master/slave 24/7. i had no reason to doubt Him. More time passed and now each week He is asking for money, the rent needs to be paid, the phone needs to be paid. Each request was always followed with the threat of Him disappearing, i would lose all contact with Him. i trusted Him. Finally it happened! He called and told me He was moving to where i was living. W/we would be together. When He arrived, He was broke but that didn't matter, i loved Him and W/we were together. i must say that a period of three and a half years had passed. Three and a half years to get to know E/each O/other, so i thought. After He had been here with me, He asked me to marry him, i said yes. He did'nt have a job, He needed money, i took all that i had and gave it to Him. When the money was gone, i began pawning jewelry and other items. He wasn't what He claimed to be as a Master went, but that was ok, He then told me some things that had i known, i never would have given Him the money to come here. {yes, i even sent money to move Him here} He told me He had been in prison for crimes, that for my own safety, i will not go into. He became cruel, He took me to a public place and raped me. Not "play rape" or what a Master and slave consent to, this was real,ugly and intented to be what it was, brutal. He beat me when He was done and left me to find my way home. He threatened my life if i left Him. i told no one. Who would tell? The police, my friends who dont understand this lifestyle? i wanted to leave Him,but was afraid for my life. When day while He was at work, i broke into His computer, i spent over two hours digging around and when i was done, i found that He had women all over the states. The way He told me He loved me, i was reading the very same words to two other women. He told them the same bull He told me, stories He had told me,but not telling me ALL, because He been lying for so long to so many. i left that day and went into hiding for a while. i have spent the last two years picking up the pieces and putting my life back together. Things that i should have asked, i didnt. red flags that flew up that i ignored. my friends who simply didnt like Him when they first met Him, but didnt know why. All the i should have's, all the why didn't i's. i should have listened to my gut and i didnt.
i have left parts of this story out, that is for my safety, but Y/you can see the picture. Ask Y/yourself. Could this happen to Y/you? As i said in one of my posts. Ask! Question! Trust Y/your gut!! If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck,guess what..its a duck! If T/they get offened, Oh well, in time T/they will get over it and hopefuly respect Y/you for being careful.
Thank You~~ for giving me the space and the time to tell my story.
1angel.
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