The Sha[M]e[F]ul Thing I Did – Part 1

Some may wonder how one stays sexually deviant, well it looks starts with the the following…

My 20th year (I am 42 now) circling the sun on this rock was a rough one to say the least. It started shortly after my birthday when my Grandmother passed, which accelerated my Father’s alcoholism. My mother was enjoying her divorced life on the other side of the country. I ended up taking a sabbatical the first semester of my Junior year and in my own depression gained some weight and was up to a size 16 (from an 8-10). This did give me some nice 36DD boobs, so small win? So needless to say I was in a very dark place and my self-esteem was at an all-time low.

AOL had just rolled out their unlimited plan, so I was spending a lot of time in random chat rooms, which usually devolved into some very sexual chatrooms. One night, or day, I really lost track at this point, I met an older guy (35) who lived about 4 hours away. He revealed he was black, which to a girl from a Vermont was exotic. As we chatted, it got very sexual, and he convinced me to have “cybersex”. Although this is was the ancestor of sexting, at the time it was seen as being for the losers of the world, but that is where I felt I belonged.

At first, I would just masturbate while reading the messages of what he would do to me. During one session I revealed I had been using my vibrator, which is when the cybersex changed from fantasy to domination on his end as he went from telling me the things he’d do to me, to telling me what to do to myself.

I fully knew he had no way of knowing if I was, but actually doing it made it hotter. It started off with simpler things, like blowing my vibrator or playing with it on my nipples. This was actually fun, a feeling that had been fleeting. This quickly progressed to me fucking myself with it because an internet stranger wanted me to. Eventually he had me insert it in my ass, turn it on high, and leave it while I rubbed my clit, and OMG I actually squirted a little.

My life soon became going to my minimum wage job at a pizza place and coming home to be some stranger’s sex toy, before passing out and doing it again the next day. I was completely addicted to this and needed new highs from my cyber lover. This is when he first suggested he send me a gift. I was intrigued, but is this how one ends up on a boat in France and not have Liam Neeson as as a Dad? I expressed some hesitation, and he understood and had a solution (swooning intesifies), get a PO Box. So like a good girl, I go and get one. That night I tell him the address.

A week later a package arrived. It was Christmas in August and I was giddy to open it. I actually called in “sick” (what sex addiction is an illness) to rush home and open it. I tear it open to find an 8″ black dildo, a pair of clamps,a 2 pack of disposable cameras, a used disposable camera,, and a note that read “You had better be a girl. Don’t use until we chat. Love, Kelvin”

I rushed to sign in to AOL and check my friends list. Damn it, he’s not on. What does he want? What are those clamps for? What is on that used camera? Wait, what are those cameras for exactly? Every kinky thought passes through my perverted head as I wait. I feel how wet I am, hell, I can smell it, when I hear the awaited Ding, he’s on! I quickly message him, he waits 10 minutes to respond, which feels like an hour.

“So what do you think princess Corey?”

“So many things, so many questions.”

“You can ask one question. Then you do what I say.” He responds as my wetness intensifies, so what do I ask?

“What is on the used camera?”

“You’ll see when you develop it soon. Go to the closest 1 hour photo place and come back on. I’ll be on all day. When you see the last photo, use one of cameras to take a picture of your face reacting. TTYL”

The closest place is 30 minutes away, we’ll 20 if I drive fast, so off I go. I drop it off and spend the next 60 minutes fretting. I am unbelievably horny, the thought crosses my mind I could just use the restroom, but am I that desperate? Thankfully no, not yet. Finally, it’s ready. I pay and head to the car. There are 24 pictures, the first 20 are of landscapes, a car, then finally his face. Wow, he is not bad. Next is his bare chest, not jacked, but in good shape, then a picture of his underwear being pulled down, and finally a picture of a huge cock. At this point, I have no reference, but it is large. I am just in awe, when I remember to take the picture, I went for a shocked face with my hand over my lips. I took a few to make sure I got my face. Then I rush home.

I literally ran to my room, which being out of shape, had me out of breath. I sign on and message him “OMFG what?”

“So you liked? ;)”

“Yes sir”

He then walked me through what to do next. First, I pulled my panties down around my ankles and took a picture of it. Next, I pulled my skirt down and took a picture. Next, my shirt went off with a picture of it on the floor, then finally my bra, and a picture.

Next, I take a picture of myself holding the dildo, wow is it big in my hand. Then I put the first clamp on my nipple and take a face picture, as I bit my lower lip, then the next one, and a picture of my boobs with them on. The thought crossed my mind I should not do that, but hormones win at 20 and I comply. At this point, the clamps sting, a lot, but I can feel that sting run down to my tingling clitoris and it is electric. I rush back to the computer and let him know I was done.

I receive my next set of instructions. I take several pictures of myself blowing the dildo. Next one of it between my boobs. Then I lay down and try to take a picture of the tip dildo entering me, but with the added jiggle in the middle, this was not so easy. But as the tip, about maybe an inch enters me, I can tell it is larger than I thought. But I take it out and let him know I was done.

Finally he told me to let loose and fuck myself and to take whatever pictures I wanted to finish camera one. But to make sure I had one showing how wet the dildo was when done. I rubbed the tip on my clit for a few seconds and then slid, well more shoved, it inside me, it filled me, and after a minute I came hard. Then I kept going, trying to take pictures, including one with it fully inside me, then finally the very wet dildo a good 3 orgasms later.

I let him know I was done, removed the clamps, which sent another clitoral shiver,, and he told me to get some rest and to check my email in the morning. I fell asleep, naked, with my hand on my pussy.

“What the fuck!” at the top of my sister’s lungs is the sound I awake to. I can only imagine the scene to her. There is her younger sister, a good 40 lbs heavier than the last time she saw her, naked, a wildly overgrown bush, a large dildo next to my face, my vibrator around my knees lightly vibrating as its batteries dies from overexertion, and a photo of a large black dick on my chest. I doubt she saw the clamps though.

As I was hungover, per the norm, it took a few moments for me to realize the scene at hand. I quickly try to cover up, but the damage was done. I realize things have gone way too far as she piercingly screams “You are disgusting.”

She slams the door and storms out. She yells at my dad for letting this happen. I think she wanted to snap me out of this spiral, but it only deepened the depression for my own sister to call me disgusting. Maybe I was.

As I lay there, I can only wonder what awaits my email. But that is a story for another time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/om7fii/the_shameful_thing_i_did_part_1