Domination & submission _ the BDSM relationship handbook ( PDFDrive )

My Two Cents on Online BDSM Relationships
Roxy, a young submissive who was new to the online BDSM lifestyle and had
no real experience whatsoever with the real-world one, seemed preoccupied and
pensive as her avatar kneeled stoically on a pillow in a quiet corner of the
BDSM chat room. She was usually a cheerful girl with a bubbly demeanor but
today, she was anything but. Something was obviously very wrong.
“How’s your trial with your new Master going?” I asked. She’d met Drago in
this very room, just one week earlier, and had agreed to a trial with him after
only a few minutes of conversation. At the time, I’d considered it a rather rash
and unwise decision, but it really wasn’t my place to say so. Roxy was silent for
a moment, and then hesitatingly replied, “Meh. I told him to go fuck himself.”
I nodded silently in response, not giving voice to the first thought that had
popped into my head, which was: Not entirely unexpected. Instead, I
diplomatically said, “I’m sorry to hear that. I’m guessing the trial is off, then?”
She gave a little nod and replied, “I guess so.” A moment passed, and she
tentatively added, “Umm... He threatened me. Do you think I should be
worried?”
“What do you mean, threatened you?” I asked. “What did he say, exactly?”
Roxy answered, “He said he would hunt me down in real-life, and kick my ass.
He said he would make me sorry that I had spoken to him like that.” Long
pause. “He can’t really do that, can he?”
“It’s depends,” I replied. “Which part? Hunt you down, kick your ass, or make
you sorry? I’m pretty sure he could accomplish all three. But then again,
considering how hard headed you can be, that whole making you sorry part may
be a little harder than he thinks.”
Clearly, she didn’t like what she was hearing. “Are you saying that he really
could find out where I live? There is no possible way! I have never even told
him what state I live in. At most, he knows my first name, and that isn’t even
my real first name, it’s a nickname.”
I sighed. I have always hated the painful process of trying to convince someone
that she isn’t really as clever or as anonymous as she thinks she is. Once they’re
shown just how vulnerable they really are, some people simply log off and never