7 years
x
413 Views

What the f*** is this girl doing with a p**** grinder in her basement? I’m so f****** scared of what she is going to do to me. Why did I sign up for this girl to be my d*********? She said she’s going to lock me up for a week and s******* torture me all of spring break. I can’t believe I paid her to do this. She told me she’s going to make me bleed and that she won’t be letting anyone use a condom, least of all me. I so f****** scared right now. She has this placeriged up like a prison. I really need to be more careful about what I sign up for online… She told me she’s going to make me lose weight too, through starvation. I’m really worried about what’s about to happen to me. I have to go. She’s about to take my phone and my wallet, keys and all my clothes

New Confession

Related Confessions

When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.