Looking back, when I'd been cautioned by others not to get too emotionally attached to words on a computer screen, I waved it off as being ridiculous. Now really, who could possibly fall in love online? In all the years I've had my "erotic penpals," I'd never had that problem, and my opinions stayed the same. But just recently, I've experienced what is probably one of the most painful downfalls of an online relationship.
My interst in bondage started out slowly, but escalated into a full-blown fascination in a matter of months. (All I can say is, watch out for the quiet ones like myself - we are the biggest groups of nymphomaniacs you will ever know.) Before I knew it, I was fantasizing about things that were the epitome of what I'd been told was dirty and wrong all my life. And I loved it. Naturally I wanted to take this obsession farther, so I turned to ALT.com to continue exploring. It was there that I met him.
I didn't exactly fall in love, but goodness.. I sure as hell fell into like with this man. I thought (and I still do think) he was charming, funny, frustratingly intelligent, and he knew exactly how to tempt me, to tease me.. with just a few words. He was like nobody I'd ever known in my life, and even though I had never seen him, had never met him, I'd gradually fallen head over heels for him. It happened over the course of about four months of back and forth emails, and it occurred so gradually that I didn't realize it until it was too late.
Part of the reason I had grown so attached to him was the fact that our relationship online was most definitely of a D/s nature. Although, we always referred to each other by our first names, with no Master/slave references. And I preferred it that way. As I got to know him, he seemed to know exactly what to say to me, and how to say it. He would tell me what to do almost nonchalantly, kindly, without making it sound like a cheesy command. In just the four months that we talked with each other, I'd grown so much as far as my understanding of bondage and D/s (although I'm anything but an expert), and even physically, as I tried certain things he'd suggested to me.
I learned first hand (although I initially didn't realize it) how deep of a bond can be formed in a relationship between a dominant and a submissive. He helped me to grow, to improve myself mentally and physically, and for that I admired him tremendously. Nobody had done anything like that for me before in real life, let alone via a computer screen. It got to the point where I was looking forward to each email, opening each new one with shaky hands and a fast beating heart.
And then his emails started getting shorter. And shorter. I would write to him, and at the time it felt like I was pouring out my soul, because back then he drove me to have so many bondage-related epiphanies. I was so anxious, so excited to tell him what I was thinking, and then I would open his reply email with so much eagerness.. And my face would literally fall, because it would turn out that he'd only written one or two sentences (or words) that hardly mentioned the things I'd confessed to him, which at the time had seemed so important to me. Maybe I should have told him that I am an overly sensitive person, that seeing his reply emails always made my throat swell for a few minutes, until I could calm myself down and scold myself for overreacting. Regardless, it's too late now.
Because.. out of nowhere - and I do mean nowhere - he deleted the account that he sent me his emails through. I haven't been able to contact him for nearly a month now, and the confusion I'm feeling right now.. the hurt.. the emptiness.. is just indescribable.
I am not a weak woman, nor am I pathetic, or asking for pity. But this experience has left me feeling more vulnerable and insecure than I ever have in my life. I had found a new interest - BDSM - and spent four months tentatively expressing my desires to this man, slowly growing more confident as he helped me along. But now that he has suddenly left me, I am struck with this paranoia that I've done something wrong. And so much of that confidence I feel I've built up in regard to D/s, I believe has been destroyed.
The tone of this post is awfully depressing, which, for me, is terribly out of character.. (I myself have an extremely playful attitude toward D/s.. I'm the one who would stick my tongue out at my s.o. during an OTK and tell them they hit like a girl. But this recent turn-of-events with my online relationship has made me temporarily gloomy.) Obviously, for those of you who've experimented online (and seeing as how this is Literotica, I assume most of you have!), you all know that if you find the right person, the conversation can be anything you want it to be, and it can be damn satisfying. Start talking about things like subtle arousal or marathon fucking and things just get downright hot.. and believe me, I've experienced my share of all that - well before I've experienced the hurt I'm dealing with right now.
I suppose the purpose of this post, other than to help myself cope through writing things out, is to caution you of the fact that you really can get your heart broken online - I certainly did. I know many of you here probably have incredibly satisfying, real-life relationships, but there are surely others (like myself a while back) who are completely new to this lifestyle. To those, I'm not advising to avoid online relationships at all costs.. just, be careful of how attached you become to the person on the other end of the keyboard.
For those of you who are experienced in this lifestyle, again, I don't want any pity. In just a few months' time, I've allowed myself to get caught up in a fantasy that I falsely believed would one day come true, and once reality set back in, it was unexpected and unwelcomed. I'd like to know if this has ever happened to any of you, and if it has (or even if it hasn't), what advice you can give me to help me move on from this. It certainly isn't easy..
If you've gotten this far in my post, I commend you! You might as well make it worth your while - I am open to any and all comments, and I would thoroughly appreciate your advice.
Best,
Elena
My interst in bondage started out slowly, but escalated into a full-blown fascination in a matter of months. (All I can say is, watch out for the quiet ones like myself - we are the biggest groups of nymphomaniacs you will ever know.) Before I knew it, I was fantasizing about things that were the epitome of what I'd been told was dirty and wrong all my life. And I loved it. Naturally I wanted to take this obsession farther, so I turned to ALT.com to continue exploring. It was there that I met him.
I didn't exactly fall in love, but goodness.. I sure as hell fell into like with this man. I thought (and I still do think) he was charming, funny, frustratingly intelligent, and he knew exactly how to tempt me, to tease me.. with just a few words. He was like nobody I'd ever known in my life, and even though I had never seen him, had never met him, I'd gradually fallen head over heels for him. It happened over the course of about four months of back and forth emails, and it occurred so gradually that I didn't realize it until it was too late.
Part of the reason I had grown so attached to him was the fact that our relationship online was most definitely of a D/s nature. Although, we always referred to each other by our first names, with no Master/slave references. And I preferred it that way. As I got to know him, he seemed to know exactly what to say to me, and how to say it. He would tell me what to do almost nonchalantly, kindly, without making it sound like a cheesy command. In just the four months that we talked with each other, I'd grown so much as far as my understanding of bondage and D/s (although I'm anything but an expert), and even physically, as I tried certain things he'd suggested to me.
I learned first hand (although I initially didn't realize it) how deep of a bond can be formed in a relationship between a dominant and a submissive. He helped me to grow, to improve myself mentally and physically, and for that I admired him tremendously. Nobody had done anything like that for me before in real life, let alone via a computer screen. It got to the point where I was looking forward to each email, opening each new one with shaky hands and a fast beating heart.
And then his emails started getting shorter. And shorter. I would write to him, and at the time it felt like I was pouring out my soul, because back then he drove me to have so many bondage-related epiphanies. I was so anxious, so excited to tell him what I was thinking, and then I would open his reply email with so much eagerness.. And my face would literally fall, because it would turn out that he'd only written one or two sentences (or words) that hardly mentioned the things I'd confessed to him, which at the time had seemed so important to me. Maybe I should have told him that I am an overly sensitive person, that seeing his reply emails always made my throat swell for a few minutes, until I could calm myself down and scold myself for overreacting. Regardless, it's too late now.
Because.. out of nowhere - and I do mean nowhere - he deleted the account that he sent me his emails through. I haven't been able to contact him for nearly a month now, and the confusion I'm feeling right now.. the hurt.. the emptiness.. is just indescribable.
I am not a weak woman, nor am I pathetic, or asking for pity. But this experience has left me feeling more vulnerable and insecure than I ever have in my life. I had found a new interest - BDSM - and spent four months tentatively expressing my desires to this man, slowly growing more confident as he helped me along. But now that he has suddenly left me, I am struck with this paranoia that I've done something wrong. And so much of that confidence I feel I've built up in regard to D/s, I believe has been destroyed.
The tone of this post is awfully depressing, which, for me, is terribly out of character.. (I myself have an extremely playful attitude toward D/s.. I'm the one who would stick my tongue out at my s.o. during an OTK and tell them they hit like a girl. But this recent turn-of-events with my online relationship has made me temporarily gloomy.) Obviously, for those of you who've experimented online (and seeing as how this is Literotica, I assume most of you have!), you all know that if you find the right person, the conversation can be anything you want it to be, and it can be damn satisfying. Start talking about things like subtle arousal or marathon fucking and things just get downright hot.. and believe me, I've experienced my share of all that - well before I've experienced the hurt I'm dealing with right now.
I suppose the purpose of this post, other than to help myself cope through writing things out, is to caution you of the fact that you really can get your heart broken online - I certainly did. I know many of you here probably have incredibly satisfying, real-life relationships, but there are surely others (like myself a while back) who are completely new to this lifestyle. To those, I'm not advising to avoid online relationships at all costs.. just, be careful of how attached you become to the person on the other end of the keyboard.
For those of you who are experienced in this lifestyle, again, I don't want any pity. In just a few months' time, I've allowed myself to get caught up in a fantasy that I falsely believed would one day come true, and once reality set back in, it was unexpected and unwelcomed. I'd like to know if this has ever happened to any of you, and if it has (or even if it hasn't), what advice you can give me to help me move on from this. It certainly isn't easy..
If you've gotten this far in my post, I commend you! You might as well make it worth your while - I am open to any and all comments, and I would thoroughly appreciate your advice.
Best,
Elena