Following my recent fapdeciders request for help planning an upcoming event (https://www.reddit.com/r/FapDeciders/comments/10kti5a/f4a_help_a_submissive_lass_who_feels_like_she_has/), I’ve been asked a lot about my sexual history. To do it justice would be quite literally novel length. However one correspondent has been particularly thoughtful, and motivated me to share. So as a compromise, let me try and lay out the major narrative beats of my sexual evolution. It’ll be a little bullet pointy, but that’s the compromise I have to make to get it all down to send to you. I may eventually do some in-depth, juicier write ups of different parts, but it’s not my main priority right now. There’s a part of me that imagines that when I retire I might write a tell-all memoir to go down in history as an incredible slut.
Part 1 is here: https://www.reddit.com/user/natalies_throwaway/comments/10lzrll/a_deeply_experienced_slut_reflects_on_two_decades/
When time came for university, I got a full scholarship and moved far from home. Uni was particularly demanding but I also quickly fell in love with a real arsehole of a guy. He was working and dangerously charming and intelligent. When we met at a party I was still in innocent mode but he saw through me immediately; he knew what questions to ask to draw out who I really am and make me giggle all the while.
I’ll skip over lots of admin details but essentially for most of my degree I was living with him, he paid the rent but as far as my parents knew I was flatting with a female friend who covered for me. In exchange, I was his freeuse slut and, increasingly, his cuckquean.
The latter didn’t really start off intentionally. One night I came home and be was railing a girl on our kitchen table. I was obviously upset, but he grabbed me very, very roughly by my hair and forced me to apologise and then to warm him back up so he could finish in her. We never properly debriefed it, it just kinda became the new normal. He’d fuck whoever he pleased, sometimes with me, sometimes without. Sometimes I’d cook or clean for them. Sometimes he’d make me watch videos, or film. Sometimes I wouldn’t be allow dinner if his mistresses didn’t think I’d worshipped them and their bodies properly. Or he’d take me to sex clubs so we could enter as a couple, and then leave me to the vultures while he got his fill. I loved him, and it broke my heart how he treated me, but it also doesn’t feel like a false memory to say that I essentially spent the entire time at uni as a perpetual mix of jealous and wet. It’s frankly a miracle I got the grades I did.
Some other things we did:
– I got pierced for him and died my hair for him. Thankfully managed to not get the tattoo
– He’d host parties with friends and strangers, especially for major events. On each birthday he’d have a bunch of people fuck me blindfolded and play all sorts of games. I later heard he may have charged for it, and sometimes wonder if it was him who covered my half of the rent, or my body
– He’d spit on me, cum wherever he pleased, all that
– He had a friend who did engineering and built all manner of crazy equipment, and I was their #1 test dummy
That ended when he eventually did take it too far, and there was an almost existential issue relating to leaked pictures. I did manage to make it out without ruining my life thankfully.
After that I was filled with something akin to a lust for vengeance, or at least cruelty and ego. He was out of the picture, so instead I challenged myself to spend a month getting as many taken guys as possible to film themselves fucking me while telling me how much better I was than their partners. I couldn’t tell them that though; I wanted it to be true when they said it. I kept things going with one of them, and eventually his fiancee found out. She was understandably devastated. I heard her crying on the phone when she called him, and while it’s awful, I still touch myself to the memory semi-regularly. Also, even after that call, with his wife waiting at home in a very bad way, I still convinced him to finish fucking me in every hole for good measure. Men are so fucking easy
Not long after that I started my career proper, and that has kept me busier than ever before. I also travel a lot for work. Most of my sexual play has been pretty scattered and sporadic since; Craigslist (those were the days *sigh*), Reddit meets, on and off with doms, lucky guys I meet on my travels. I’ve done my fair share of hotel bar pick-ups but eventually tired of it. I did a stint trying to see how many different professions I could sleep with, and get them to sneak me in. Schools (including a medical academy), industrial sites, airports, gyms, mile high, vegan cooperatives and the Canary Wharf stockbroking dens. I tried dating along the way but didn’t meet anyone who made me not want to fuck a stranger before I saw them next. As far as I know none of them found out but petered out through neglect. Plus with the hours I worked, and the hours I whored, there really isn’t much time for a relationship.
Parts 3 is written but too long for me to post at once. I’ll share here if there’s much interest.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10m8cs2/fm_ff_a_deeply_experienced_slut_reflects_on_two
All very interesting, have you had many doms who you felt truly cared about and liked you?
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