The Story of Us- Part 1: How I Became His Submissive Slut [MF][cheating][D/s][pics]

Warning: This is long, but it’s worth it. About me: 30F, Tan skin, big brown eyes, plump lips, long brown-black hair. 5’5, 38C with big dark areolae, curvy with wide hips, thick thighs and a big ass. [pic1](http://imgur.com/1eYin68) [pic2](http://imgur.com/L0rpkAl ) [pic3](http://imgur.com/hS5hylB) [pic4](http://imgur.com/EwWJsxX) I’m intelligent, driven, and known to be an unyielding, unforgiving force at work. I’m currently engaged to my partner of 12 years: my first love, my first kiss, my first cock. But this isn’t about him. This is about how I became a cheating greedy slut, owned and trained by my daddy. Part 2 is the story of how I was finally given permission to be a good little cocksucking mistress.

I still remember the first time I saw him. I was 25, living apart from bf while in grad school, seeing him maybe once or twice a month. My curiosity, loneliness, and sexual frustration had gotten the best of me, and I found myself on chatroulette late one night. Face hidden off camera, breasts hanging out of a tight pink tank top. I clicked next and there he was: impossibly handsome, his light-colored eyes staring intently while he calmly sipped a glass of wine, commenting on how distracting my breasts were. A hint of a smile and eyebrow raise were enough to tell me I had found an admirer. This man was fully dressed, unlike the several men I’d already let furiously stroke and cum while watching me, making me feel vulnerable with my tits out. I could see under his navy tee he was fit, his brown hair lighter than mine, with some stubble on his face. He reminds me of Ewan McGregor, though I don’t think that description does him the justice he deserves. Within minutes, he had launched into the most filthy fantasy of filling my holes, stuffing my panties into my pussy as he fucked my ass, selling me to another man while he instructed, coaxed, punished, and doted on me, and his plans for making me his submissive slave; things that my naive self knew were fetishes and kinks for what I then thought was a peripheral fringe of society, but had never encountered or explored. I was shocked by his words, and more shocked to find my cunt dripping.

He then commanded I touch for him, masturbate and cum for him. I surprised myself by obeying, his intense stare piercing through me, his mouth slightly open and panting with lust, his arm shaking as he stroked his cock hidden off camera, lighting a burning curiosity, and his sexy seductive filthy words filling my head, activating new areas of desire that had never been explored. In 20 minutes he unlocked what has consumed me for the 5 years since: the urge to be submissive, used, and abused and the insatiable need for his approval, attention, and adoration. These new parts of me took over, feeling drugged and disoriented, I came hard and loudly ….and quickly shut my laptop realizing I had cum in front of someone other than my boyfriend for the first time ever.

Days later, I couldn’t get this sexy confident stranger off my mind. I found myself back on chat roulette, with the minuscule hope of finding him again. A few minutes of clicking and I started to wonder why I had this desperate urge to find him. Before I could analyze these thoughts, I clicked “next” and suddenly, there he was on my screen again. My heart skipped a beat, and I waved shyly, asking if he recognized me. He did…and he had remembered how I’d disappeared, without a goodbye, before letting him cum. I apologized profusely, explained my actions, and he softened a bit when I told him how deeply his sexy filthy words had affected me, and that I was only back on chat roulette looking for him (side note: I still maintain my belief that he never truly forgave me for this abandonment and has spent the last 5 years torturing and teasing as revenge). He then admitted he had been thinking about me, and how although he’d played with other women since, none were as sexy or intelligent as I was (blush).
With that, he spent the next hour stroking and detailing how he would treat me as his submissive pet and allow other men to use me. I saw his uncut cock for the first time; admiring how big and thick he was and how his veins pulsed. This cock I would become obsessed with, and have spent countless hours imagining using to stretch all my holes. He was bigger than boyfriend, a fact he would later be privy to and remind me of as often as possible. Worked into a frenzy and overstimulated by his wildly sexy imagination, I came intensely, setting off his orgasm. I instantly became addicted to getting him off, just to see his face. Like an animal with no other desire than destroy my cunt; intensely staring, almost angry, mouth open, panting and groaning. He was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. As I covered my breasts and quickly became shy again, he urged me not to disappear while he cleaned up. I stayed, because I owed him…and because I was insanely attracted to him, his words, and his cock. Our lust momentarily at bay, we learned more about each other, realizing we were both quite normal and got along very well. He then offered me his Skype name, which I initially hesitated to write down. I was a loyal girlfriend, who had never come close to betraying her boyfriend of 5 years. I convinced myself I would write it down just to appease him, and promised him I would keep it for “a rainy day.” Before saying goodnight, I decided to reward him by repositioning my camera and showing him my face for the first time. He looked surprised with a broad smile, then pained as I waved him goodnight. Months later he admitted he was shocked to find such a gorgeous pretty girl being so slutty for him, and he was sure he wouldn’t see me again.

As it turns out, it rained the next day.

We began skyping almost daily. It’s hard to condense 5 years into a few paragraphs, but I’ll try. I started out believing I had control…and I did. I signed on when I wanted, and almost always found him waiting for me. I was shy and sweet, he was polite and encouraging, coaxing me to explore my sluttiness more and more. We masturbated together often, talking about what we would do if we were with each other. I found myself coming back from class to my apartment alone, getting dressed up and putting on heavier make up, preparing myself for his attention. We became addicted to each other, the sight of the little green icon on Skype, indicating the other had signed on, instantly making our hearts race. Slowly, he became more demanding and more dominant. I was instructed to wear heels and show off, put on leggings and strut on camera for him, buy sexy lingerie to tease him with. I was trained to suck on my tits as a sign of assent, “yes sir”::suck::. He began testing me with his cock, deciding to withhold when he saw fit, teasing sometimes for days and weeks. He left me on the edge of orgasm multiple times, signing off seconds before my orgasm hit, my fingers still inside my cunt. He was slowly training me to crave him all day, every day, and it was working. He insisted I kick friends out of my apartment so I could make him cum, and convinced me to cancel weekend plans with boyfriend multiple times so he could play with me alone. My days slowly began to revolve around him; dressing up, taking pictures, waiting for him to sign on and use me. He became my Daddy, and I his babygirl; a transition that happened naturally but consciously. I became riskier for him, cumming in my childhood bedroom with my door open while loudly calling myself a whore, masturbating at school, in friend’s bathrooms, and anywhere else Daddy instructed. Even on weekends with boyfriend, I snuck away to cum for daddy, and spent nights in bed lying next to my boyfriend, sexting with daddy until he had his fill and let me go to bed. In turn, daddy gave me the attention I craved, spoiling me with his adoration and pride, making me feel like a goddess. He’s me distract him at work, at home with his family and friends and lovers, on business trips with clients. I’ve made him cum in his office, in taxi cabs, in airports. Knowing exactly what he needs and wants, and exactly how to make his thick cock throbbing, I’ve made him cum multiple times in a day, even having to stop in public restrooms for a quick release. The more filthy, confident, and bratty I became, the more attention he gave me. I started putting his needs and desires above anything else, and soon found myself dangerously infatuated…and most definitely in love.

But Daddy was single, and I was taken, and he wouldn’t ask me to be his. He would tease me with stories of the women he dated and fucked, and I would beg him to let me meet him, but he insisted I remain loyal to BF. He began a long-term relationship, eventually proposing to her, all while sneaking off to jerk off and give me his cum routinely. We both tried to be good (him moreso than me), attempting to say bye multiple times, succeeding for days or weeks, but always finding our way back to each other. Daddy has more willpower than me, but my slutty persistence hasn’t failed me so far. After he got married, I had to be bolder and more tempting to get his attention. I started by begging him to watch me tease other men on Omegle and ChatRandom, under his instruction and supervision.He loved when I rated and compared their cocks, teased them, and made them cum…and especially loved when he could tell I was particularly attracted to another man. I posted pictures on GoneWild, and let him see all the flattering and filthy messages I received, making him angry, jealous, and proud. I started asking for less and less, literally begging to be his porn, to expect nothing but his attention and his ownership, without emotional responsibility or aftercare, no promises of love and protection. He had a new marriage and family to focus on, and I insisted I wouldn’t be a burden, but a source of pleasure, contentment and relief. I felt empty without his eyes on me, without his naughty messages and sexy commands, and I was willing to accept any morsel of affection he offered whenever he could. I lost all the control I originally had, and was left a desperate, dripping, aching pet, whose only goal is to one day be collared and leashed, sitting on her knees with her head in Daddy’s lap, earning all of his adoration and affection. I became his to use, and arguably abuse, whenever and however he desires and pleases.

There are two things I did that, in my opinion, solidified my loyalty and submission in daddy’s mind; things that made him truly believe I was completely his, even if he has never touched, kissed or fucked me, even if he can never be my partner or lover. I am infinitely jealous of his wife, who has every piece of him, but there are reasons that Daddy keeps coming back to me. The first happened about 2 years in, during one of his moments of guilt and willpower, a notably long period time of silence. My clit aching for attention, my lust and desire pent up and building without any form of release. I had started listening to GoneWildAudio to divert my attention. Listening to sexy strangers whisper, moan, groan, and cum helped take the desperate edge off. I soon found myself attracted to one particularly sexy and popular contributor (I’ll call him F). I boldly sent him a PM, explaining that his voice alone had made me cum several times that month, and I just couldn’t go any longer without expressing my gratitude and appreciation. He responded, intrigued and delighted, and after making small talk peppered with innuendo, we were soon exchanging naughty photos and skype names. He was handsome, intelligent, and so much fun to talk to…plus he was a sexy man freely giving me attention that daddy loved withholding. I came for F hard and loudly that night, soaking up the attention that my swollen pussy was yearning for. We began playing with each other regularly, and he rewarded me with my own personal audios that have elicited dozens of orgasms since. In a moment of weakness, Daddy returned to me, and when I explained, in detail, exactly what I had been up to while he was away, he went absolutely crazy. Jealousy, arousal, anger, lust, and pride took over. He wanted details, he wanted to punish and reward me for being such an attention-whore, for being impatient and sharing what was rightfully his without permission. It was then he truly started believing I was his submissive pet, who would whore herself out almost solely for his attention (but I can’t deny that F had become much more than a way to make daddy jealous…but I’ll get to that later).

The second thing happened about 4 years into our affair. I had started a new job, and moved to a new city, now living with boyfriend. Daddy pretended to be happy for me, but was definitely annoyed my freedom to play when and where he wanted had been severely diminished. I was much less available, making sure my phone never buzzed with skype notifications or emails while BF was around..but I still played with him whenever I could. One particular evening, after sexting with daddy for a few hours, BF licked, then fucked me hard and properly. I went to bed, snuggled against him, sated and content. I woke a few hours later to my phone buzzing with messages. Daddy was online, looking for me. I had forgotten to turn off notifications from earlier. My heart racing, I was relieved to find BF still fast asleep beside me. I began writing to Daddy, to let him know I wasn’t alone, and it was too dangerous to talk. He replied with pictures of his thick, rock hard cock, veins bulging. My cunt immediately dripped (already wet the moment I saw his message on my phone). I told him to wait for me, or record a video of him stroking and cumming. He refused, insisting I would only see his cum live. We spent several minutes sexting, talking about what he would do to me if it was him sharing my bed. Daddy then told me he had been sucking himself off…something we found out months earlier was apparently a huge turn on for us both. Daddy had been teasing me since, never showing me, but always letting me know when, sometimes recording audio. He knew it was driving me crazy that he hadn’t let me watch yet, and was fully using my desperation to his advantage. He dared me, telling me I wouldn’t call him while lying next to BF to watch him suck his cock. Drugged on his cock, his attention, and the possibility of finally seeing him suck himself, I grabbed my headphones, and called. His face appeared on my screen, then the camera lowered to his abs and waist, his hand stroking my favorite cock slowly, up and down. He began talking aloud, instructing me to stick out my tongue like a patient whore waiting for her cum, then show him my tits, rub, grab, knead, and pull…harder. He then told me to put my hands in my panties and play with my clit. Faster, harder, put one finger in…now two. All the while telling me what a good little girl I was, how loyal and obedient I am. He then told me to moan aloud, and say his name. I complied and whispered. Louder, he demanded. I did. Daddy heard my breaths become shallower, more urgent, and knew I was close to cumming. I begged him to show me his cock in his mouth; he teased by lowering his mouth so that his lips almost touched his beautiful huge cock..and then demanded I cum for him. I nodded my head yes, rubbing my clit faster. I closed my eyes, and his voice in my headphones telling me to cum, moan out loud, and say his name. I lost control of all my senses, completely forgetting I was not alone, that my boyfriend was inches away from me in our silent apartment. My orgasm spread throughout my body as daddy encouraged me to cum, and I was loud. Too loud. BF woke, found me at the end of an orgasm, breathless, with headphones on and a cock on my phone.
I won’t go into details about the aftermath, but it was bad. Daddy was amazed and shocked (and felt a little…just a little..responsible) that I had lost control for him. But this wasn’t this act that made him realize that I was his…it was when I came back to him the next night (after BF had temporarily moved out in anger and disgust) begging him to make me cum again, that Daddy knew he had changed me.

5 years after finding each other online, with our busy private and work lives, I still beg for his attention daily, sending him videos and pictures on Snapchat constantly. We still try to be good for the sake of our significant others, but can’t deny the real bond that ties us together. My love, loyalty, and obedience has only grown stronger, even as he tries to pull away, even as his punishments and training becomes harsher. He pushes me further and further, forcing me to accept being his whore, and making me question the respect and care he so often tells me he has for me, but can’t fully give to me. I love being his…and I love turning him on. Which is why two weeks ago I ended up calling him from a hotel room as F’s cock pushed into my virgin ass.

But I’ll leave that for part 2.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jgxer/the_story_of_us_part_1_how_i_became_his