[FM] [Group] A deeply experienced slut reflects on almost two decades of adventure, Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/natalies_throwaway/comments/10lzrll/a_deeply_experienced_slut_reflects_on_two_decades/)
|
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10m8cs2/fm_ff_a_deeply_experienced_slut_reflects_on_two)
|
[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 did meet two guys who I had longer term, more focussed things with, but neither could be called relationships in good faith. The first I guess you’d call a young-ish sugardaddy; some sort of corporate leech earning more money than any job is surely worth. I didn’t need him to pay for all the things he did, but he enjoyed it. And he had an amazing sense for emotional sadism. Some examples include:
– He’d find ways to take me on amazing experiences, but then pair them with degrading follow-ons designed to ruin any charm. For example, he’d buy me expensive clothes, makeup and beauty treatments and take me to these truly amazing restaurants to splash stupid money on the most delicious food I’ll ever taste. But after he’d find a quiet street or alley and facefuck me until I’d puked the lot and went home hungry. Or after we’d go to some fancy cultural event he’d make me kneel in dirt or puddles or whatever, and cover me in piss or cum or the rest of a bottle of wine, or use scissors to tear it to shreds. He wanted to make sure I never made the mistake of thinking that elegant clothes and events could hide the trash I am. If I wanted another date I had to videocall him begging for one an hour after I got home, without having cleaned up
– One dress he didn’t destroy was this gorgeous black one with a cutout between my neck and breasts reinforced by an elegant ring. There was a nightclub we’d frequent that had a truly heinous bathroom; I’m not sure it has ever been cleaned. Just as we started having fun he’d randomly snap, march me in there and clip my dress to the urinal with this ratcheting cord thing which pulled my head closer as I tried to resist. He’d fuck me senseless while I tried, and often failed, not to puke from the stench. On the fridge in his apartment was a collection of polaroids of me after each time. The place is actually shut now, perhaps the COVID victim I mourn most lol
– He didn’t like being told no, so I rarely dared to. He took me to events as armcandy and I acted normal, which was nice albeit dull. Some were less tame though and we’d end up at a strip club or private lounge or someone’s penthouse. During conversation he’d offhandedly tell me to do things, and I’d be expected not to hesitate, like jumping into a pool fully clothed or letting one of his colleagues sodomise me with a pool cue. I was made to fuck a few clients of his but that wasn’t his main game. He even instructed me to blow him during dinner at a fancy restaurant (it turned out he had precleared it with the owner, but I didn’t know that, I just trusted him and knew my place)

After rich guy I got back into parties and events. There’s way, way too much to explain properly here, and I don’t want to underrate how much I love it; I find parties are some of the most fun and important parts of my sexuality. So much more opportunity to explore, collaborate and be creative. It’s the community I’m too afraid to get too close to because of my conservative, straight-up outside reputation. But nonetheless I eventually started to help with planning and running them. I successfully pioneered more interesting locations (like a gym and a coworking space) and crueller games, like betting on which girl could be made to cry first (without excessive violence) who would then be at the mercy of everyone else in the party at once until she’d personally thanked each and every one of them for using her so. That video was actually moderately popular on Pornhub for a brief while (I didn’t lose, thankfully) but I think it got taken down when they purged amateur content. Of course, I also had people dedicated to do aftercare and look after the losers after.

As part of that I got to hang out with a lot of less experienced but earnest sluts looking for mentoring, like I had when I was half their age. Again, there’s too much here to do them all justice. But one highlight is one girl whose life I may have helped ruin. These days with all the insta hoe shit girls are way less careful than they should be (or dumber than me so reputations don’t matter much). One girl I was mentoring had her family find out all about what their little princess was doing and they essentially disowned her. She had to drop out of Uni and was at a real risk of being homeless but I managed to set her up with her own sugar daddy (a friend of the rich guy I mentioned earlier). We still keep in touch and she keeps saying she’s totally in my debt for saving her, which is hilarious given my role in damning her also.

When we were in and out of lockdowns I mainly played with a couple in my building. His wife was crazy submissive; they literally had a cage in their bedroom she’d sleep in while I snuggled with her husband. We did some stuff like instituting a rule that I had to always keep the blinds up in my flat (I’ve moved but still do). The main thing though was just generally possessing me and training me.

He was a lot more strict about technique and discipline than I’d had in a while. He’d regularly measure my entire body, inside and out, and keep a log of what I could and couldn’t do. It was delightfully degrading coming over for a fuck, but first having him literally measure whether I’d been doing my oral homework on toys he’d got me. He had a lot more time on his hands working from home during the pandemic, and gave me a detailed workout and flexibility programme to make sure I didn’t get sloppy. He knew the building owner well and somehow managed to get access to the gym when it was closed to everyone else. We got up to all sorts of mischief there. I suspect he didn’t tell the owner what he had planned, but the room did have CCTV, so maybe he did…

He also ordered me a permanent anklet with OWNED WHORE on it and I wore it througout our time together. It liked feeling it against my skin while doing work calls. It was a bit too prominent for when we went back to the office though so I did eventually have to get it cut off.

After being socially distanced for so long, I really wanted to get back into playing with groups again. So last week I came back yo Reddit to try and find a harem. It took a bit of digging but eventually I found one with very similar interests. They took it very seriously; made their own sets and costumes, had titles with clear progressions and criteria for advancement. It was as if the most dedicated board game / roleplaying nerds had picked sexual deviance as their genre instead of fantasy or sci-fi. We had lots of fun but it ended very messily; some of them had a falling out and once again I almost had my life ruined by leaked pics and video. That was an exhausting nightmare, and not the fun kind. I’ve had two close shaves now, so I’m still very cagey about making sure there are no permanent negative consequences.

And now, I’m back at it. I’ve left so, so much out, and some of the details have been slightly modified by abbreviation, but I hope some of you find it interesting x

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10n16ju/fm_group_a_deeply_experienced_slut_reflects_on