PetHandler101

Happy Easter!

And bye bye Skype.

After so many year's talking to so many,many lovely youg ladies it's time to vanish from the face of the Earth.

But NOT ME!

I shall prevail, somewhere out there,

and if you've been a Good Girl to earn my past addresses then I will still be around at my regular email and elsewhere.

I have already sent a few messages out to my favourites, and perhaps you are one of those.

If not come and ask and let's connect and begin the journey together.

New Year Ghost Story (2023 Edition)

It’s that time of the year when the seasons turn, the festivities come to an end and you look back on all you’ve experienced over the last year. I will share some of my brief experiences from my last few months on here and similar sites in the perpetual never-ending story of Girls and Ghosts: the Ghost Girls.

During the last year, especially in the last few months, I’ve made brief contact with a variety of girls while pursuing the dream of my ideal partner-in-crime to enjoy these BDSM delights, all to no avail. In each case there was a different style of connection and result, reflecting the wide range of profiles that pop up here to entertain, distract and tease us all.

One girl, I will call DestroyMe, not her real name, came openly to this lifestyle seeking the experience of having her life ripped to shreds, or so she first posted. I replied promptly with an offer to talk it out and learn more. This led to a brief exchange through messenger apps where I learnt of her desire to let her inner maso-slave loose on the world and leave her old life behind. Ah, you say, seen those girls. Me too. But there was a special something about her that made me take her seriously, and challenge her, put her to the test to see if this is really what see wanted. Then silence. I did carry out a background check, she did give me enough information about her to authenticate her name, address and place of work and I’m certain she was serious, but I suspect she was at a brief moment of vulnerability when we chatted and either came to her senses or found someone nearer to ruin her. Either way I’ve had no further contact with her and my last posts to her were ignored. I got Ghosted.

(And no, I will not be blackmailing her in any fashion.)

DestroyMe was one of four girls I had contact with at around the same time, an unusual experience in the vast empty desert of online BDSM. In the second case, let’s call her FlutteryBy, there were the typical brief exchanges online through these sites, a slight hint of interest and a suggestion she was willing to talk offline, even over the phone, then nothing. Despite further quick notes over to her, no further response. Ghosted.

I’m sure you’ve had many similar experience of this, the brief curiosity, the sudden uncertainty and the silence, so now you know you’re not alone. It’s normal around here.

A similar case to FlutteryBy has been on and off with another, call her NearBy, where the occasional message had no result, then a few brief exchanges then nothing. I wonder if she was just bored for a few days over the holidays and needed a giggle or something I said that went too far? Current status: Ghostland.

That experience, NearBy, highlights the perpetual problem with online experience, you never get past the challenges, the miscommunications, the mistakes, where you can really get to know each other to build a dialogue. You can build a dialogue through messenger applications (“apps” for all you millennials) and progress and perhaps explore more, or end up in an online fantasy dialogue with a girl who doesn’t want to do more than fantasise.

This is one of the strengths and weaknesses of the online experience, where a girl can explore her deep sexual and emotional feelings, or crazed sex monster raving fantasies, and decide whether it’s safe to step out of the shadows. For the great majority it’s pure fantasy until they find a nice boy to skip up the aisle while she’s dressed like a fairy princess for a day and live the never-ending story the rest of her life, until she reaches that special age when she realizes Big Mistake, and runs to the dark side of the street (see DestroyMe, above).

I keep saying “girl” but we all know that these sites are a stalking ground for others, and I’ve had my share of them.

First meet, MoneySnatcher. Not her real name but she’s totally convinced she is the best thing for me since time began and I’ll be the happiest man in the world when she becomes my slave girl. Ah, but terrible news! She’s just been evicted from her home and now she’s living in a cheap shelter, she just needs a little money to make her way here from Europe (even though her profile clearly states she’s only 40 miles away from where I’m sitting right now typing this and giggling like a mad hatter). Oh dear, what a tragedy. Unfortunately I don’t have time to waste, I have a real life believe it or not, so she’ll just have to stalk off to an innocent victim to plunder his, or her, bank account, via Western Union. Should I ghost her?

Secondly, let’s introduce Ranter. Ranter is not real. Well I suspect Ranter is not a girl but someone pretending to be a woman of a certain age desperate for a new life as someone’s trash bunny. Ranter has a well-written fantasy profile and I gave her a similarly considerate response to match her future fantasy desires. In response I received a rant stating how totally inadequate I was with the smallest cock in the universe (how did she know!??) and a pathetically disrespectful approach to real women. Ranter’s profile has now gone dark into the Ghost Zone.

You’ve probably received a few responses like Ranter. They are most likely men pretending to be women to bait and taunt other men because they, Ranters, have totally inadequate lives and desperately need all the attention for their own fantasies. I’ve never received any such response from any authentic woman on any of these sites.

Real and open women are rare for me, I cannot play the scene in public because of my real-world profile and the terrorism of the tabloid/cancel culture in the world today. There were a couple of good opportunities and here I must confess in advance to making the mistakes myself, perhaps I went too far or not far enough (when can you really know on here?) and blew it off to ghostland.

In the first case, call her IronMaiden, I reached the point of exchanging phone numbers, calling her and totally blowing it, I think. Or perhaps she was overwhelmed by the excitement and went too far then regretted it, but after that point, despite a good exchange about partnering up for mutual benefit and pleasures, she is now ghosting me. Ah, well. Perhaps she’ll pluck up the courage to speak again, but I won’t be stalking her.

In the second case, HookUp, a prolonged exchange may have been pure fantasy or a deep exploration to be certain I was the right one for her and the intensity of the experience and life she wanted to lead. A very intense girl with unique needs that could be met only with thorough exploration and prolonged preparation for everyone’s safety. Perhaps we will pick up again in the future or not, but currently she’s away with the ghosts.

That ends the highlights of my experience. Very few people are going to read this, I have few followers likely to pick this up but I will post it for anyone who stumbles across my profiles as a word of advice and warnings not to expect too much from the online communities. In nearly twenty years I’ve spoken with and had online friendships with serval girls, mentored a few to help them through their own desires, met a handful face-to-face, but never got deep into any situation that really mattered.

A new year and new ghost stories to come.

Have a good day, have a good life, but don’t depend on this place for fulfilment, think of it as the first step in your own education.

If I'm real in a land of fakes, does that make me the real fake, or is it this summer's heat making me flake?

If your shy but needy or in need of discipline of the old school tradition then I may be able to help you find a fulfilling lifestyle.

If you crave the comfort of firm, safe, sane hands then mine are for you.

Let's talk and then perhaps let's walk this way.

It's my nature to offer a safe heaven for those in need.

But do be serious, don't block me away because you're tired of all the nonsense on the site, and don't run away at the first shock, there are many obstacles to overcome before reaching your deepest desires here in my arms.

Your collar awaits.

Thoughts for all the little pets out there, yearning to run wild and free, set yourself loose and come join me....

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Permanent and for life, an owned pet is not a wife, she's the beast on the floor, not a simple whore, she's the pretty little animal to own and use, not to damage or abuse, but enjoy in every way for the rest of her life every minute of every day.

Leave you old life behind, surrender all to your owner, he'll collar and leash you and see you taken away to his home or another place where you're gone without a trace, into this lifestyle as master's perfect pet.

No more worries, frowns or fears, this is the life you truely deserve.  Taken as a pet, never released, this is how you become the beast.  This is your future, this is your life, the naked owned pet, no human rights, not a wife.

Come and learn more if you desire this, come here to find a pet's bliss.

A lot of girls on here, real and fantistical, complain about seeing and receiving too many cock shots.  From the other side of the fence let me say that, no, I don't want to see your filthy stinking arse sticking out of a photo on your profile.

A little decorum titties yes, shithole no.

Have a nice day.          

Just "updated" my hotmail Live Messenger account from Messenger to Skype, and lost all my message history, all my contacts and more.

The Joy of Microsoft.

So if I've chatted with you on Messenger, sorry, but we'll have to start all over again, or not if you're one of the 99% time-wasters.