I think if you wanna be perverted and weird and psycho and whatever. that's cool. I think if you wanna be perverted and weird and psycho but act on it and make threats like a fucking prick to girls on here who are actually chicks and not the scumbag douches that say they are and really aren't. I think you should be whacked. If you have some fucking obsession about on a girl on this website. You should go fuck yourself because this shit is about fantasy and not putting into a nightmare for some other chick. That's not cool. At all. So fuck you whoever is going around and threatening these girls online and saying crazy shit that should get your kneecap blown off and then you being tortured, in a very non sexual way, and after you should be killed. Don't be a fucking idiot and make the rest of us who can actually control ourselves look bad. If you can't handle your own mind. Your fucking stupid. Be morally wrong and weird and fucked up and perverted, but don't make it someones nightmare and act on it you piece of shit. Learn to control and use your etiquette, you fuck

i confess I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

My Master knows how hard for me is to sit still, no matter what trouble i get in lol He always makes me laugh when He points that out. But the word Lust is such a powerful word the way I know it for some time and the chase of it and there is constantly something I yearn from/with my Master. Such greedy pet my Lord but it's by Your cut, and she miss her Nightmare ;p.. just as well I can't resist and I have tried haha to sit still but why can't I stop thinking about what would make my Master hard and can't resist to do the things He likes and put myself in trouble and humiliation and corrupt for You. Myself and the others to... ughhh I know You are busy and I know it hasn't been long but my very insightful Master knows my dependence, my desire, His power over me...
either way I think when my Master notices His crawling slave again I think He will like what have I done on this trip ;p
mmmm I think i just was nostalgic like it Jas been sooo long when You had Your eyes on me
I've been very bad girl my Lord very very bad 

From when I started exploring bdsm I have always liked mind fuck and strict twisted Dom's and sadists. So few months ago I have met one on chat site and we started to play. It was fast falling down into ownership, fast moving on to another platform. Usually on that site when people play they only share half face pics and videos, but he kept on calling me and showed me his face, soon I have shown mine as well. We played and talked every day for a month. I got addicted to his voice and smile. Then he started on saying that and taking away hearing and seeing him. We took a break but he stayed in touch, at times being teasing and at times being rude if he notice I miss him. After a month he came back, with just giving a little bit, one voice message one pic of his hand, wanting something more casual, as to just be his fuck toy but then again he would come and we would just talk. Tormenting me without orgasm. And few days after we started again, and I accepted this wicked deal. He came to tell me that he doesn't know what he wants and that I should find someone to give me all I want and when I said I liked how things flow with him and that it gave taste of whole new world oppening. He told me " what a dream or a nightmare" and not to wait on him. It made me remember he once said how he love to keep me in dark and not complete. He also said he will delete contact we had but he didn't.. it makes me wonder should I be expecting him to be back or this will end up to be just torment until I really move on..

What a nightmare going through Honduras and Guatemala and everyone wanting to fuck my girlfriend.

New here. Just need to unload some shit. Don't know whether I will return. Here goes.

I beat my wife. A lot. Badly, sometimes. She always lies to the ER docs, but I am sure they know the truth. I succeeded long ago in completely isolating her from her friends and family. She used to be so beautiful and happy. Was a cheerleader in high school. Now her face looks so different and so sad and I'll never be able to afford all the surgeries it would take to fix her.

I despise myself. I want to change. I don't know how. I just see stars and lose my mind and don't even know what I'm doing when she makes me mad and I just fly into a fucking rage. When it's all over, she's just a bloody mess of hamburger.

I wish she would leave me but she won't. I wish she would kill me but she won't. If I can't figure out how to change I think I will end up killing her soon. That is my biggest fear. If I do kill her, I will just kill myself rather than go to prison.

She is such a good person and I always know that the shit she does that sets me off is stupid, trivial shit. The sounds of her screams and cries and my fists and other stuff hitting her face and head haunt me and give me nightmares.

I need to die. I know that is the only way to save her.

Thanks for this forum and allowing me to get this shit out. I can't say I feel any better, but thanks anyway. God bless you all, even if no one ever reads this.

Pauline The Slut - Part 1: From Mother To Slut

I'm Pauline. I was a good wife and mother until the children left home. Then when I was 55 my husband came into the kitchen and told me I had a new job as his Slut. I was shocked. He'd never spoke to me like that before. " Why are you acting like this , are you drunk" I shouted. "I've spent the last 30 years acting, having sex only when you felt like it, which was never" he replied "and always with me on top. If you want to keep living in this house you will be my obedient slut."

"No, never" I screamed "Stop it, I'm your wife." He slapped me across the face, twice. Then as he left the kitchen he said "Listen, you have 5 minutes to decide your future ."

What was I to do. I'd been a wife for 30 years with no job or money. My parents lived in another city and my sister was married and living abroad. I had no real friends. My husband and children had been my life. If I went back to my parents I'd never see my children again. There had to be something I could do. Just then my husband came back into the kitchen. I told him this had to stop, that he couldn't do this to me. He left again and I heard him go upstairs. After awhile he returned with two cases. "I've phoned a taxi, it will be here in 10 minutes. I don't want to see you in this house again." he said. I went weak at the knees and slid to the floor, crying. 

As as he turned to go out the door, I said "I'll do it."

"Do what." He asked 

"I'll do what you want."

"You'll be my slut"

"Yes."

"Say it then."

"Say what"

"That you will be my obedient slut"

l sobbed. "I..I..I'll be your obedient slut." I stammered. He smiled "Take off your clothes." he demanded. 

"What here." I said. He stared at me and said if you ever question me again I will whip your arse now get your clothes off. My hands trembled as I started to unbutton my blouse. I took it off, then my shoes and jeans. I stood there in my bra and knickers looking at him hoping for some mercy. "Everything." he said. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor then removed my knickers. I tried to cover my breasts and vagina but he ordered me to put my hands down by my side. He looked me up and down then told me to turn around slowly. "I want all that hair around your cunt and arse shaved clean off before you go to bed tonight." I felt sick. When he had finished staring at me he told me to get down on my knees. As I knelt there before him the doorbell rang. I tried to get up and grab my clothes. "Stay where you are, cunt." he ordered as he headed to open the door. I heard voices. It was the taxi driver.

The door closed and he returned. Standing in front of me, he took his clothes off. He had shaven all the hair from around his penis. He took a step closer. "Lick my cock, slut."

"No, I don't do that. It's disgusting." He grabbed me by the hair. "I've warned you once, I won't do it again. If you disobey me again you'll receive 50 lashes across your arse before I throw you out of my house. Now lick." He forced my face to his penis. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head. It tasted salty. After licking the head for a while he told me to lick the full length of his cock. Still holding me by the hair he moved my head up and down so my tongue licked all his cock. "Now my balls, slut." He pushed my head down to his balls. I licked his balls and cock for ages. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. My mind was in turmoil.

After some time, he pulled my head away. His cock seemed huge as it pointed at my face. "Look at me." I took my gaze from his cock and looked up in to his smiling face. "Good slut, now suck my cock." I was horrified. I closed my mouth as he pushed his cock towards me. "Open." I kept my lips together as he pressed his cock against them. He slapped his cock against my face. Then he leaned down and pinched my nipple so hard. I screamed. He shoved his cock into my mouth and grabbed both sides of head. Then he started moving his cock in and out. "That's it slut, now suck and don't bite." 

He forced more and more of his cock into my mouth until he reached my throat. I started to choke. He pulled out of my mouth, pulled me up of the floor, spun me around and pushed me face down on the kitchen table. Standing behind me he spread my legs apart and rammed his cock into my vagina. I sobbed as he drove in and out of me. I had never felt so used. My life was destroyed. Things couldn't get any worse. Then after what felt like an eternity I felt him pull out. "Thank God." I thought "he's finished."

He shifted his weight. Then I felt his cock against my arse. "Nooooo." I shrieked. I fought to get up. Then the pain tore through me as he plunged his cock into my arsehole. I heard him laughing as I screamed. With each stroke he forced himself further and further inside me. He pounded my arse until finally he came deep within me. My arse felt like it was on fire. He pulled out of me and said "That's the start of your new life slut, enjoy it".

He left the kitchen and went upstairs. I heard the shower go on. I cried and cried for what seemed like hours. Eventually I made my way upstairs and to the shower.

I sat in the corner of the shower hoping the hot water would clean the nightmare away. I was trying to understand what happened to me. The morning had started as normal then after breakfast the horror had begun. How could he have done this to me. Then the door opened and he stood there looking down at me.

"Hurry up slut, you've got to get lunch ready. And make sure you shave that pussy before you finish." He turned and left. I'd forgotten that he had told me to shave down there. I got the scissors and razor from the bathroom cabinet and went back to the shower. I started to cry again as I began to cut the hair away.

Years ago, I met someone on motherless and used to talk to him on Skype a lot. We became friends but he'd say things like "eventually you're going to get a boyfriend and stop talking to me" and I'd assure him that wouldn't happen. Love and behold, I got a boyfriend, and he was a nightmare. Very possessive, very controlling, outright abusive really. He told me to delete my Skype account and I did. I got out of that wreck of a relationship, but I still think about that guy sometimes and feel guilty. Now I can't remember his username or actual name, just that he was a young adult Australian, very sweet guy. If you happen to be reading this, I'm sorry that you were right, and I hope you're doing well.

In light of Omegle's new privacy policy, are there any alternatives?

I mostly used Omegle to find hot girls to cam with, it was difficult but well worth it. Sometimes I would also chat with random strangers, what the site is actually intended for ;)

With the new privacy policy, I won't even use it for normal chats. The new privacy policy is a fucking nightmare, for every user.

So, are there any alternatives with a similar user base but with a less restrictive privacy policy?

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I was thinking this is every fathers nightmare....then i remembered where i was and thought on here this is every fathers dream come true.

I confess I remember the Tuesday of the september 11 of 2001 like it was yesterday.
That was one of the most impressive moments in my life back then.
Watching on TV those towers collapse and all those news of hijacked airplanes in Washington and Pennsylvania. I really thought all hell would break loose. I couldnt sleep all night, nightmares and everything.
Now I really like the spirit of "Liberty" and all of that. but the US lost most of it that very moment.
It is now a place of black and white, good and bad, friends or enemies. one extreme or the other.

The USA lost its smile and eversince lives in fear. Frightened that the anonymous person next to you could be a psychokiller. Always in fear that an arabic looking person could be a terrorist.
The biggest damage those terrorists did was not those towers collapsing. it can be rebuild.
The much larger damage was made in the head of the US american people, those people now raise their kids with prejudice and hatred.
The US discovered what a war on its own ground would be like. giving them a glimpse of the fear of a person that has to live in a warzone permanently.

Now I really like the USA , but I really think that it will never overcome that moment of that special day.