Despoil

DESPOIL ~ To strip, rob, or plunder

Awareness began slowly, a growth within the tight-knit inner pockets of the much larger loose-knit community. A collection of comments, a puzzlement disconnected to any particular source. The observation by mostly discountable voyeurs of a peculiar couple, mismatched, who entered the public scene bar separately before engaging in a single disastrous scene together. This occurrence had raised a few eyebrows and stuck a face into more than one person's memory. Then, in the way of things, the couple was forgotten except in an occasional odd comment or two.

Months passed. A regular at the same bar noted the occasional attendance of a man who would sit, watch, glower, and leave after growing disturbed or angry while watching the scene. The regular thought the man was familiar, caught on the edges of a memory of a couple. The regular was disturbed. The man's odd behavior cut into the regulars' enjoyment of the establishment. The regular complained to the owner. The owner set the bouncer to keep an eye out for the man. Word began to trickle through the community again, a note of someone who lingered at the fringe, avoiding identification, avoiding contact with any member of the community.

The community is a wary bunch, used to watching each other's backs in dark, uncomfortable places, used to violence, fear, and hatred from society at the lifestyle they have chosen to follow. Unity is as much a necessity as a need. A few set off to investigate the stranger, and an attempt is made to 'invite' the stranger into one of the more controlled settings orchestrated by members of this section of the community. The stranger balks, offering excuses and disdain. For a few weeks, the man disappears from the local scene. Concern once more fades with the more immediate concerns of life.

Then, one night, a phone call is made. The man has returned to the club. A woman has met him there. The scene. It is ugly. The bouncer tosses the man. The woman flees in tears, her injuries physical and emotional both. But before she returns to the countryside of her home, she tells someone a story.

In the months before she arrived at the club, she had been seeking a new Mistress. In her efforts, she had entered the BDSMFem4Fem chatrooms on AOL. One day, she was approached by a Domme online who asked her if she was worthy to serve her. The submissive fem wanted to be worthy, wanted to find that person to share her life with. The Domme told her that first she must complete a 'Test'. This test would tell the Domme if the submissive was worthy to serve her. The submissive was anxious, but her desire to find that special person was so strong that she agreed to perform the test the Domme set out for her. The first part of this test was the completion of what the Domme called a 'Blind Faith Test'. This test was full of questions that required a full divulging of personal information by the submissive to the Domme. When the submissive had passed this 'test', then she was informed that she would travel to the city to be 'met' in person by a 'friend' of the Domme. This friend would examine the submissive for worthiness, and based on the submissive's performance toward this Dominant, the Domme would decide if the submissive was worthy of service to her.

So, the submissive fem drove hundreds of miles to the city. She entered the club and was met, not by a Domme but by a man telling her that he was the person she would be evaluated by. Confused, upset, anxious, and a bit afraid, the submissive had then been told that the 'Domme' she was there to take the test for was within the club, 'watching' every movement she made. Torn, the submissive, reluctantly agreed to be scened. She was then assaulted.
 

After this story was told, the inner pockets of the community flared to life. Something was terribly wrong. People drew together to compare what little they knew about the man who had 'assaulted' the fem/fem submissive through both action and deed. In that compilation of information, it was discovered that the man was using both a Dom male name online and the Domme fem fem name that the submissive had reported. He was the same. Upon consideration of his known actions, it appeared that he had some kind of dislike of fem/fem subs coupled to a desire to inflict injury upon them. To the community, this appeared to be the actions of a deceiver, a despoiler, an abuser.

A local sub fem volunteered to 'be' this man's next victim. She approached the Domme screen name via the chat room and engaged in conversation. She completed the disgusting Blind Faith Test. She agreed to meet the Domme's representative in the city. The day of the 'date', the sub arrived early, she waited quietly until the man arrived and identified that she was there to 'scene' with him as proof of her worthiness. The sub nodded, and a few rather large Male Dominants rose to encircle them. The owner of the club approached. The bouncer of the club approached. The man's driver's license was requested. He resisted. He complied when informed that they would be happy to call the police if necessary. The man was identified and told quite simply that if he returned, if even a whisper of his activities reached any member of the local community, then photocopies of his driver's license would be forwarded to every member of the community within reach. In addition, he was told that his screen names were known, his motis operendi was known. He would leave now.
 

To date, no activity from this man has been noted in the local community.
 

I tell this story first because it is a real story. I know because I was somewhat involved in the man's identification, and this 'predator' was within my local community. And I tell this story because there are so many people who are entering this community who invest their belief in an unknown stranger online. People who get so emotionally involved that the arrangements for a first meeting include actions of extreme danger, such as meeting within a hotel room in a strange city, with the sub naked and 'waiting'. Please, if you are a new submissive seeking a life partner in this community and seeking that partner through the access points of the Internet, if this is you, understand that a 'real' Dominant will have no intentions of scening you on a first encounter, will not want to meet you all naked in a strange place. If that Dominant is active in the community, they will be looking to meet someone they might be attracted to, first as friends, then to date. They are looking at the 'potentials' of a future relationship - maybe! They will take actions to ensure that you meet in a public place for a short time period with no pressure to join or be part of anything. They won't allow you to get taken by them online. If they did, it would be a form of 'abuse of power'. If they have ethics and dignity, they won't stoop that low.

Within the past two weeks, we have once again been witness to a published submissive's death in Galveston, Texas. Can I verify the content and details personally? No. However, this community is still small, and the accounts I have received have been from several different people whom I do personally know and trust, some of them within the town of her death. So I accept that it is probably exactly what it appears to be, a submissive woman who arranges to meet someone from online. And now she is dead.

Do not believe that BDSM online is safe. It isn't. It is so easy to invest your feelings, your needs, your hopes, and your dreams. It is so hard to see the warning signs when all you have is carefully constructed type on a screen. You simply cannot know who is typing. You cannot determine their gender, their past, or their reason for talking with you. So, my simple advice is this. Meet local. Date local. The grass is not greener over there, the women are not more beautiful, and the men are not more wonderful. Check your potential partner's reputation. Ask questions. Ask the subs who used to be with them. Listen to the itch in your brain that something isn't right. Be safe. Respect yourself and this community.

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