I just happened upon this sub last week. Since then I've been enjoying all the stories on here.hearing these confessions, real or imaginary has been highly entertaining. Also got me thinking about my own past exploits. I figured why not share one here.

Years back there was a fun app/site called Tumblr. Now this was a fun free for all back in the day, before it was bought up and ruined. One of the best aspects was the variety of different blogs/groups that popped up. One of the best was the R.B.A. group (iykyk). A collective of....CNC enthusiast...the original guy decided to formalize and organize those potential victims with guys who were actually serious. There were steps to join this fraternity, at least if you were a guy, that showed dedication and legitimate ability to be a part of this.

Of course just like everything else, there are those who are intrigued, and titillated by the thought so they stay on the fringe. Quietly watching, rarely participating, just dreaming of being noticed by these seeming gods of dark and forbidden acts. That's how I found her. Hiding in the shadows equally drooling with need and terrified of being found out. She made her mistake, started liking my post, leaving me a trail back to her.

There she was posting her life and so many details. So the surprise was genuine when I started liking her post. Of course it was only here and there, letting her think it was a random coincidence. After a few weeks she must have worked up her nerves enough that she messaged me directly.

I played coy, not acknowledging where I knew her from. I let her bring it up slowly. Trying to sound clever leading me towards what she wanted to discuss. Finally she dropped it all out. Was I part of it, did I really do it, what was it like....so many questions that I know excited her. I decided to have fun with her. Telling her an answer for an answer. How naive and gullible she was. Letting me know so much and confirming suspicion into fact. Within a month I knew everything I needed. People always forget how much the Internet holds.

So I lured her along. Made her tell more and expose herself far beyond what she had initially wanted. Freshly 18, still in highschool and completely unsure of herself. So easy to prey upon her body issues with cheap compliments and small criticisms. Even easier to get her to show herself off like the little bait she was. The attention made her bolder, my manipulation made her pliable, her own stupidity made her accessable.

Finally I decided to just take the time out to try her out and see how good she was. Took a weekend off and with a bit of planning had everything all set up. Couple hours drive and I was in her town. Few innocuous messages and I had her surprised and excited to actually be meeting. How gullible she was that she was all excited to meet me in person.

With a quick bit of convincing I had her going on an imaginary weekend at a friend's. Her family not going into depth to find out the truth. I picked her up a few blocks away from her house, after I had watched her come out and had noted the address. A short drive and we were out in a isolated area. At first the conversation was upbeat as she expressed disbelief that I had actually come to see her. She was so talkative that she didn't notice how I turned down the dirt road off the highway. She finally realized things were different when I pulled up in front of one of the cabins on the road.

I'd scouted them out earlier. They were seasonal camping spots, and no one was around during the fall. No cameras. No guards. No security systems to get attention. I hopped out of the car and walked up to the door, went in and waited. It took about 10-15 minutes before she finally came in. I moved to lock the door, and I saw the first look of fear on her face.

I didn't get loud or threatening, I calmly told her what was going to happen this weekend. I told her she had two choices, accept it or fight it but it was going to happen. She started crying as I stood there staring at her. The first of many tears that weekend. She had been a total virgin before that weekend. She wasn't when we left. Two nights and two days of various uses. Sunday afternoon I told her she could clean up and get ready to go. She was shaking as she finished dressing.

I told her as she got into the car that now she knew. She knew what all those other girls had experienced. I told her now she was just as special as them. A part of the club. I showed her one of the videos on my phone of our weekend. She started crying as it played and I just watched her tears fall. As we got back to her town I slowed on her street. Stopping a few blocks from her house. I asked her if she wanted to see me again. She seemed shocked at the question, then asked one of her own. She wanted to know if it would be the same each time. Yes I told her, it will always be like that. She said she would have to think about it. I told her she knew how to reach me and let her off. About an hour later as I drove I got a message. She asked when the next time I could get her was. That started about an 8 month period where I would randomly grab her up and use her. Sometimes it was a weekend, sometime it would be an hour. The clear codependent nature came out quickly and she was broken in a few months. As she neared graduation she got a boyfriend. She refused to do anything physical with him and eventually begged me to keep her completely or let her go. Instead I followed her on one of their dates and introduced myself to her boyfriend. He was pissed off at first, until I made her strip. Once I told him he could use her however he wanted he stopped caring about me and just went to town on her. Once he'd finished I looked at her and told her I would never use her again, so I hoped he had been worth it. She broke down and went into a crying fit as I walked away. A few weeks later he messaged me thanking me for giving him the best toy ever. He sent pics of him and his friends using her. In everyone she was crying.