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I am Haunted by something i have done. When i first started on this site, I had other submissive friends who were either lonely or heartbroken by their Masters/Mistresses. They asked me to Dominate them. Instead of being true to my self, I thought it would be Okay. Within a few weeks a had a sub of my own. I was selfish and my main Focus was finding Sir's to play with me online. They expected to use her too. Most were decent but i allowed a few to abuse her. I did not protect her as i should
Here I stand at the precipice of what will always be. Your words are stones in my heart, weighing heavy…but it has become an accepted burden…one I will never part with. You are not here, but I know what you expected of me…what you told me to do…and I have finally resigned myself to the accomplishment of the purpose you had in mind. Although it was intended to be for both of us in the flesh, the substance of what is spirit will have to do.
The chains are still strong, my Dragon…shining
Here is where anyone inclined can have their fun killing echoes off. If no one desires I will be back to finish the job.
Updated 05-09-2016 at 06:23 PM by Echoes
It was late, the Mall was closing and eerily my car was one of about 5 vehicles left in the parking lot and I happened to be parked in a dark spot farthest away from the mall. I walked my groceries and bags out by cart and started putting them in the trunk. With the trunk full, and three bags still left, I turned to put them in the back seat. Reaching with the last bag, bending over to place it on the floor, I felt rough hands grab my hair, holding my head down in a way I couldn’t turn to see who
Updated 05-09-2016 at 12:39 PM by Echoes
I wanted to learn so going on line, I placed an ad
Submissive, age 29, slim, long hair, female seeking Dominant to teach me about BDSM.
Responses swamped my inbox…38, 59, 71! I was feeling overwhelmed so shut off my profile temporary while I went through the emails.
Badboy sounded the best, promising, evil, just like a badboy.
I will go with him and respond back.
What do I say?
Hello Badboy, I liked your response and would like to meet you. How do we go about
It was another day of mourning. It seems there is always one last detail to deal with and accept concerning the loss of him. Today, it was my daughter, who I had not told, wanting to spare her the hurt for as long as possible. Today, it could not be avoided. She was concerned because he had not written her...items he had promised her had not arrived…he had disappeared from my conversation…she knew something was wrong. Her tears were as pained as my own when I revealed the details of his passing.
What I have been taught on line:
That it is completely okay to walk away, without a good bye, without a whisper of reason or excuse. (although I think an excuse is more insulting, just say good bye and be done with it)
That on line means absolutely nothing, not real life, not even close and not deserving respect, not deserving consideration, not deserving acknowledgment that the person on the other end is even human or worthy of notice.
It is bad enough to be ghosted in real life,
Updated 05-05-2016 at 06:28 PM by Echoes
Tears fill my eyes to the rim
And like a rushing wave
They fall down my cheeks
Slicing a path down my face
My skin grows cold
I feel despise fill my veins
The dread of my mistakes
I’m so stupid!
Never trust again
Never trust again
Once upon a time…
But no more is he mine
His lies made me cry
Does it come easy to him?
I gave myself to him
I thought I was his
He whispered he was mine
The nights are silent now
Reality settles in on me
It feels as if I’m under water
Slowly floating up
I’m so tired