Well, guys, I need to tell you all what has been happening to me this last week. I came to Florida on the sixteenth of February to meet my girlfriend for the first time in person. We had known one another since September 1st so this was a thing a long time anticipated. Until we actually saw one another's eyes and felt one another's touch and heard one another's voices unfiltered by technology we weren't sure that we could make it. We weren't sure if that natural, organic connection that people feel when they first meet would be there or not. So, it was with a mixture of longing and trepidation that we met that morning in her home town.

Her friend, I'll call her Hannah, helped arrange things so that her parents wouldn't suspect. It was an unfortunate necessity, for her parents would not accept that a man twice their daughter's age that she met on the Internet could be anything more than a pervert and predator. So we met at a church, which seemed appropriate being that my first gift to her was a bible, and our first hour together was standing side by side singing Christian Rock lyrics off the giant display on the wall. It wasn't really my thing but I was touched by it and I'm glad I went.

She was so meek and skittish in the beginning. I let her stay behind me to follow after and to look and touch me if she felt the need. She had explained that was her way. Men were scary people to her and she needed time to get used to me. It was good to have the lighthearted sermon to keep us occupied until we were used to one another. Truth be told, we are both shy people. By the end of the service (focusing on acting on misperceptions we have for others) we held hands as we walked out the door.

I had agreed the day before arriving in Florida that Hannah could stay with us the first two nights. It was a favor to my girl to help out a friend that had no place to stay. It was an act of charity. It was also the single worst thing I have agreed to in my life. We would have had the first night alone together but for the favor. As it was, my girlfriend and I still had five months of pent up sexual tension and the time we had when her friend went for a walk or took a shower were not enough. Top that with the seventeen-year-old girl wanting to bring over a guy because she was lonely. No, was my answer. But, to help her out and give my girlfriend and I some time alone I got them a room. In the end, she and I had some time together. We slept in one another's arms. It was lovely and all that I imagined it would have been.

But Hannah couldn't leave. Her situation had worsened and her guardian moved out all her stuff. She had no place to go. Another favor and I had a roommate for the next week. I made my boundaries clear. No snuggling. No intimacies. She slept inside the covers and I shivered on the outside. Not comfortable but safer. In the days that Hannah stayed I saw my girl when I could. A few hours in the afternoon between school and dinner. I took Hannah to college twice a day so she wouldn't have to be there all day. I let her use my laptop, my limited cell phone minutes, sheltered and fed her. When my girlfriend and I went out to eat, Hannah came along. There was never a feeling a romantic date as she and I had envisioned. Third wheel all the way.

I met her friends. She needed that. She needed them to see that I wasn't some Internet psycho. I knew how important their acceptance of me was to my girl and, truth be told, I wanted to feel accepted too. Her parents had shut me out without giving me a chance so her friends were like my second chance for both of us. Despite the age difference they could see that their friend was happy and so I got a tentative thumbs up from all of them. Several in particular seemed like they might actually have thought me okay.

Our time was short but we enjoyed ourselves. My girl picked out a set of cuffs and a ball gag she fancied. We played and touched and loved one another as best as we could all things considered. One of the things she enjoys is being a brat. She likes to push a little too far so she can feel me get more dominant and put her in her place. It was fun. We would wrestle around and she would bite me and resist me when I took hold of her. She would deny my requests and deny my commands and finally, when I had subdued her and held her down as a Dom does an unruly submissive, she would yield. She would find that place she loved and needed and so would I.

About four days into my stay there, she went way too far. I was talking on my cell and turned my back to her. She said, "Don't you turn your back on me!" and pushed me with a moist mop head. I calmly told my pet that I would call her back later, turned to my girlfriend with a heightened level of dominance, approached her, put my hand to her neck (without squeezing), and held her off balance and leaning over the couch. Without raising my voice I said, "That was bad, girl. That went too far and is inappropriate. You will not do that again, do you understand?" When she said Yes, sir, I explained that I was not mad, merely outlining my boundaries. It was upsetting for her though and I later apologized for the level of dominance I used. If I hadn't been in Dom Mode it wouldn't have scared her at all. She would have just got a look that said, not cool!

When I related this incident to Hannah she was disturbed by it. She had been napping at the time and said she would have gotten involved had she seen it happen. Honestly, I'm not sure if she would have. It lasted thirty seconds and was still very much within the bounds of D/s play. My only regret was that my girl didn't know if I was really mad or not and got upset. Now, I'm outlining this thing in so much detail because it soon plays a crucial role in Hannah's motivations.

After the Dom incident the three of us spent a few more hours together having fun and then Hannah and I went back to the hotel for the rest of the evening. The following day I took Hannah to school as usual, picked her up, etc. It appeared that everything had blown over. Better yet, she had found a place to stay for the weekend and beyond so my girlfriend and I would finally get a few days together after all. It was that night that she made a call to a friend. It was full of "yes" and "no" and no details whatsoever. Yeah, I figured something was up. I assumed she didn't want me knowing what it was and left it at that. She arranged for a place to sleep that night and I took her.

What I didn't know was that earlier that day she had told my girl’s father that I was in town. I got a call on my cell and it was her dad. Something to the effect of, "Listen you fucking asshole, it is OVER! If I catch you around my daughter, my house, or my community you'll be lucky if you live through it. And I have friends in the police that will help me do it. You will never try to contact her again." Afterwards he destroyed the $275 cell phone I had given her with a hammer, ripped the charge box from the wall, and threw everything away. His eighteen year old daughter was put on restriction from, well, life. No phone, no computer, only leaving the house for school, etc. Way to go Dad. The act of a desperate family man at his wit's end.

I called the next morning and asked for her dad. Her mom said he wouldn't talk to me. I asked for just a few minutes of his time to explain things. No. I asked if I could talk to her for a few minutes. No. Thoughtful Question time, boys and girls: What happens when two lovers can only see one another in secrecy? Is there any other answer than secret meetings? Same answer, Mom and Dad. No.

You need to understand something at this point to get the difficulty I went through. I love my girl and I want to marry her. These people that are refusing to talk with me, whether they know it or not, are my future in-laws. The whole time I'm wanting to somehow make things right so that a few years down the road I can have Thanksgiving turkey with them... So all this is disappointing to say the least. It's worse for my girlfriend.

So, the rest of my trip is screwed--my last three days were to be spent alone in a strange city; my girl was under house arrest; and my future in-laws want me dead. How could this get any worse you might ask. It does. In spades. Because Hannah was not idle at her friend's house. Oh no. She has taken it unto herself to decide for her friend who her boyfriend should not be. (She and the dad seem to be on the same page on this point.) What is the absolute worst thing a teenage girl can do to a grown man without involving herself directly? Mmhm. Hannah calls the police and tells them that I'm an abusive boyfriend and into kiddie porn.

They came knocking on my door while I was talking with my girlfriend. She was so scared about everything going on and sad that our time had been cut short. She was worried that her dad might do something. And then she hears the voices of the men. Over the phone's muffled microphone she hears them confront me. Finally, a stranger's voice comes on and tells her, "He'll call you back later." and then the phone goes dead.

I spent two hours getting interrogated by five law enforcement personal including a police officer, two detectives, a Sergeant connected to the county Sherriff’s office for investigations involving the sexual exploitation of children, and some guy that mostly pawed through my things and took a certain relish in saying "We aren't here to judge" as he lifted my cuffs, ball gag, and other toys up as if they were dead rats. Humiliating and frightening but by the end it was pretty obvious none of them believed me to be a danger to anyone. (I should also say that all of them were pretty decent people and I hold no animosity towards them at all. They were doing their job checking out a bogus report.) The Sergeant told me that provided there was nothing found on my laptop, cell phone, flash drive, or external hard drive then they didn't have a problem with me at all. However, all the places that I had written down my girlfriend's cell number had been confiscated and so I did not call her right back. She was left alone that night thinking her father had men come and rough me up. She wasn’t even sure that if I were still alive that I would want to see her again.

My girl made contact about 40 hours later and told me her situation. I’m not going to get into the details but suffice it to say that she was in a very restrictive environment. Because of her friend’s betrayal of my charity and hospitality my girl’s nude images that I had on my phone were now officially available to the County Sherriff’s Office for evidence review. Because of Hannah's betrayal my girl was sitting in confinement not knowing if her man was alive or dead and unsure how involved her own father was in the mess. (He wasn’t involved at all but that is a terrible thing to have to consider.) Because of Hannah's betrayal my girl was cut off from the man she loves in all but the most tenuous of forms. Remember now, this is Hannah protecting her friend from me. This is Friendship…

It took the police a week to go through all my files and guess what, guys. No kiddie porn. None. Believe it or not I do not get off thinking about kids. Through this whole ordeal my family and friends were amazing. They didn't even ask if I had something like that on my computer. That is love and loyalty. That is what I have when the shit truly flies. I got my stuff back safe and sound...after many nervous hours of wondering if I had checked every video I have ever downloaded to verify it is what it says it is. (If you have ever used Lime Wire or others you know how deceptive those searches are.)

Apparently when the police backed off someone felt that the pressure to breakup with my girl needed to remain. One of her friends made allegations that I was profiting off of a BDSM porn site with under aged pictures (of Hannah no less). I'm not sure if they have gone so far as to actually create such a site to frame me or if they are merely relying on hearsay to turn my girl away from me but it didn't work. She still loves me with all of her heart and I have contacted the authorities to get to the bottom of this. (It's about time I had them working for me!). What does not kill a thing makes it stronger. The love remains and it is fierce.

Despite all the anguish these past days the ordeal has convinced both of us the importantance of our connection. We each now realize what the other is willing to do to preserve our love. The coming months will be difficult and our communication limited but we know we will get through it together. Nothing -- not vengeful fathers nor criminally protective friends -- will destroy what we have.

So, I hope you can see why I sort of disappeared there for a while. I had a lot of stuff on my plate. I’ll continue to stress until this porn site thing is finally dealt with once and for all. I’ll try to be available on MSN starting Thursday. I miss all of you so much and have been in need of your support but cut off from most everything. Those that I regularly talk to on the phone were a big help, calling my hotel when my cell was down, and keeping me reassured that everything will be alright in due time. I love you all and I look forward to hearing how your lives have unfolded in recent days. Take care my sweet friends!