A British human trafficker posing as a sexy older man who wanted to seduce me with a weekend getaway

Ever have a moment where you realized things were much, much, much more "off" than you realized? I never imagined I'd run into human traffickers online. I'm from the bible belt, ffs.

A couple years ago, I was looking for a friend with benefits or hook up with a mature, dominant man (ai, Papi!!!).

Casual sex is hard to find when you look like you're possibly a very masculine butch lesbian or a scandalously young gay boy, depending on the angle of the sun. I'm female to male and at this point in my life, newly transitioning, I was discovering what it means to actually have a libido (thank you testosterone injections). I didn't have time to learn how to flirt with (gay? bi? pan?) men while working and going to school full-time. Being autistic, I suck at flirting. Flirting takes a lot of work when you can't intuitively interpret novel forms of nonverbal communication.

I tried gay dating apps but I was still too feminine. I went on straight dating apps but got the wrong kind if interest. It turns out if you put "I'm female-to-male and just started transitioning. 😊❤😊❤😊" on OKCupid, you will get FOUR entire responses--Three of which will be confused admirers of trans ladies, asking if you still have your cock. (If only!)

I changed my approach. I found a nice guy on a shady website with lots of bisexual guys (bet you'll never guess which website!). We had fun for a couple weeks before I decided it wasn't a good fit.

I'd always wanted to try the forbidden fruit, older men. Luckily, mature men were not scarce. I met a couple older guys but must were married or not looking for an ongoing thing.

Then I found The British Man. He didn't say he was in England at first. He was very romantic (that was out of place. Odd....but ok...I let him think he was wooing me. Ehem.). I mistook his interest in buying me clothing as some sort of sugar Daddy kink. Maybe he wanted to feminize me and humiliate me. Maybe I was a little into submission. His attitude was paternalistic and a little domineering. We talked about D/s and DD/little. All kinds of kinky, outrageous stuff. I thought we could keep each other occupied for quite a while.

We talked throughout the day for over a week. And it was so hottttt. I wish I'd saved those messages! He knew exactly what to say.

But there was always this weird emphasis on him buying me things. I kept telling him I just wanted his imagination and his touch and not clothes or gifts...he....didn't get it. He talked about working in finance, trying to impress me (I thought his pride in being wealthy was pretty pathetic. Like, that was all he had in his life.) I felt bad for him and pretended it was exciting. I thought he might be making it up to impress me but he seemed to know his shit.

Then on Friday, he tells me he isn't actually in my city, or even in America. He was British. Disappointing. Frustrating. Why waste my time with lies? I thought he was being authentic.

Next, he says he wants me to come to London for the weekend, he'd buy the tickets. We'd rent a nice hotel room, shop and dine all day and fuck all night. That sounds great. If it's happening here in my city and we go Dutch. He insists he's going to pay for everything, regardless.

Warning bells are going off now. Is he crazy? I'm not going to a foreign country to meet a stranger who wants to buy me stuff and have an unequal sexual relationship. I mean, what could not go wrong?

Mr. Britain loses all pretense of being gentlemanly and just goes full out incel. Then he tries to make me feel guilty about wasting his time all week when he's got quotas to meet.

Oh. Ohhhh!

This is not what I thought human trafficking looked like but I read up on it. It's pretty standard. They entice a young, naive person abroad with false promises of work or romance. They take your visa, your money, kidnap you; maybe they drug you and get you hooked or they terrorize you until you're in a demoralized state, you get Stockholm syndrome. Then they turn you out for sex work or contact you for labor.

Submitted April 11, 2019 at 06:53AM

Ever have a moment where you realized things were much, much, much more "off" than you realized? I never imagined I'd run into human traffickers online. I'm from the bible belt, ffs.A couple years ago, I was looking for a friend with benefits or hook up with a mature, dominant man (ai, Papi!!!).Casual sex is hard to find when you look like you're possibly a very masculine butch lesbian or a scandalously young gay boy, depending on the angle of the sun. I'm female to male and at this point in my life, newly transitioning, I was discovering what it means to actually have a libido (thank you testosterone injections). I didn't have time to learn how to flirt with (gay? bi? pan?) men while working and going to school full-time. Being autistic, I suck at flirting. Flirting takes a lot of work when you can't intuitively interpret novel forms of nonverbal communication.I tried gay dating apps but I was still too feminine. I went on straight dating apps but got the wrong kind if interest. It turns out if you put "I'm female-to-male and just started transitioning. 😊❤😊❤😊" on OKCupid, you will get FOUR entire responses--Three of which will be confused admirers of trans ladies, asking if you still have your cock. (If only!)I changed my approach. I found a nice guy on a shady website with lots of bisexual guys (bet you'll never guess which website!). We had fun for a couple weeks before I decided it wasn't a good fit.I'd always wanted to try the forbidden fruit, older men. Luckily, mature men were not scarce. I met a couple older guys but must were married or not looking for an ongoing thing.Then I found The British Man. He didn't say he was in England at first. He was very romantic (that was out of place. Odd....but ok...I let him think he was wooing me. Ehem.). I mistook his interest in buying me clothing as some sort of sugar Daddy kink. Maybe he wanted to feminize me and humiliate me. Maybe I was a little into submission. His attitude was paternalistic and a little domineering. We talked about D/s and DD/little. All kinds of kinky, outrageous stuff. I thought we could keep each other occupied for quite a while.We talked throughout the day for over a week. And it was so hottttt. I wish I'd saved those messages! He knew exactly what to say.But there was always this weird emphasis on him buying me things. I kept telling him I just wanted his imagination and his touch and not clothes or gifts...he....didn't get it. He talked about working in finance, trying to impress me (I thought his pride in being wealthy was pretty pathetic. Like, that was all he had in his life.) I felt bad for him and pretended it was exciting. I thought he might be making it up to impress me but he seemed to know his shit.Then on Friday, he tells me he isn't actually in my city, or even in America. He was British. Disappointing. Frustrating. Why waste my time with lies? I thought he was being authentic.Next, he says he wants me to come to London for the weekend, he'd buy the tickets. We'd rent a nice hotel room, shop and dine all day and fuck all night. That sounds great. If it's happening here in my city and we go Dutch. He insists he's going to pay for everything, regardless.Warning bells are going off now. Is he crazy? I'm not going to a foreign country to meet a stranger who wants to buy me stuff and have an unequal sexual relationship. I mean, what could not go wrong?Mr. Britain loses all pretense of being gentlemanly and just goes full out incel. Then he tries to make me feel guilty about wasting his time all week when he's got quotas to meet.Oh. Ohhhh!This is not what I thought human trafficking looked like but I read up on it. It's pretty standard. They entice a young, naive person abroad with false promises of work or romance. They take your visa, your money, kidnap you; maybe they drug you and get you hooked or they terrorize you until you're in a demoralized state, you get Stockholm syndrome. Then they turn you out for sex work or contact you for labor.