I was about 14 when I started going on Omegle. I was receiving little to zero positive male attention, affection, care or regard. Trying to cut myself by breaking and sharpening the stylus to my Nintendo DS wasn’t enough (you gotta admit that’s a funny image).

The thrill of Omegle was enough to counteract my depression. How laughable it is to think about how I thought I was believed when I lied about my age, saying I was 20. It was obvious that I was a young teen, and that’s exactly what they were looking for.

I’d turn on my webcam, show my tits, put different objects in my holes. The first out of only a handful of times I’ve squirted occurred then.

One particular viewer of mine was a handsome man who I genuinely thought was interested in my personality. I know.

Except he was not a handsome man, he had used a hypercam-type software to play footage of another man. Halfway through him instructing me to penetrate myself in various positions in front of the camera, he switched from the hypercam software to his genuine webcam. I honestly can’t even visualize his face, only the fake footage of who he claimed to be. My brain has repressed the memory of his true face.

He then did exactly the following:

Took his external webcam off of his laptop. Turned the webcam around to show his monitor, to show what was on his screen.

And on his screen was a supercut of the footage of myself in various positions, along with a loading bar implying it was either being uploaded somewhere or downloaded to his computer. I truly will never know if he kept it to himself, or uploaded it to the internet for the entire world to see.

I immediately panicked, broke down and cried. He typed his final words

“hahahaha.” “welcome to the internet slut.”