You Want Me To Do What?

I recently noticed that when I get fan mail, it always seems to be a request or a question that I've heard before. I am never really shocked by the requests, and they always seem to be entertaining at the least. I started getting abnormal requests from men online at a very young age.

I was lucky, and had a computer, and the internet, at the age of 11. I was innocent then. I used AOL Instant Messenger to talk to my family, and I would go in chat rooms, and talk to people about homework, and the latest 98 Degrees CD that I liked. Then I moved here to Indiana, and I didn't have very many friends at school. I was the fat girl, and even though I did have some friends, I wasn't really all that popular. My internet usage switched from research and innocent chats with family and friends, to seeking out a boyfriend.

At the age of 14, I was in a serious long distance relationship with a guy I had never met. His name was Jason Wright and he was from Pennsylvania. Jason was 18. We would talk on the phone for hours. I would call him and we would talk about everything. We'd talk about music, we'd talk about our friends, and sex. I loved him.

After breaking up with him when I was 15, I was a bit more 'chatty' online. I'd started making profiles on MSN, and yahoo, and was talking to more strangers on the internet. I would talk to older men, and send them pictures of me. Nothing dirty, just pictures of my face.

I got a request from a man on MSN that was quite insane. I was about 16 at the time. The man's name was Chris, and he was from NYC. I think he said he was 48. I don't really remember for sure. We would talk about how I was a big girl, and how I didn't have a boyfriend. He told me he was into getting abused by young girls. It was his dream. I asked him to elaborate for me. That's when he made his offer.

Chris told me that in exchange for his life savings of $400,000, I would have to torture, and abuse, violate, neglect, and ultimately kill him, or leave him for dead in a hotel room or apartment. I told him that I didn't want to do that, it was wrong, and crazy, and I would end up in jail. But once he had told me the offer, he couldn't stop talking about it. That was his fetish. That was his dream. His ultimate goal of sex. He wanted to be totally stripped of all his money. He wanted to be ripped apart and degraded by a young, money hungry girl. He wanted to be tortured to near death, and then left to die, strapped to a chair in an empty room.

That was the strangest request I've ever received on the internet. Since then, nothing really shocks me. Don't be afraid to tell me your requests, or your fetishes, or that thing you like that you think might be too weird for me to know. I've most likely already heard it, or something just like it.

You want me to do what? Sure, pay me.