I was Slut Shamed at a Divorce Deposition [MF]

A while ago, I was dating this guy, Sam. Well, we weren’t exactly dating… we were fuck buddies. Sometimes we would grab a drink, or a bite to eat. But most of the time, we would meet at his hotel, fuck, and then leave. It was fun, simple, easy and most importantly drama free. Sam was pretty kinky too, sometimes he’d buy me some lingerie and I’d dress up as his little fuck doll for our dates. But yeah, it was what you would expect from a typical fuck buddy hookup.

All of this came to a bloody halt, when I was summoned to an attorney’s office. Apparently Sam was married, and his wife discovered his adultery with me. Grounds for divorce. Bloody hell… I had no idea he was married. I didn’t mind that he was, but at least have the courage to be honest with me. I hate surprises, and being compelled to speak as part of a legal matter is such a surprise. Apparently, the legal term is a deposition, for a divorce proceeding between Sam and his ex wife. I’m supposed to tell the truth, including my perspective on our dates and hookups. The dinners, the gifts, the hotel dates… all of it. His ex-wife will be at the deposition, bloody hell.

Sam of course, was of no help. His concern was with his marriage, and trying to salvage any future with her. He basically confessed, begging for forgiveness. In doing so, Sam volunteered all his text, emails, credit card statements, that she (or her attorney) wanted. She now had all the dirt on him. Prat. He wouldn’t even return my calls. I’m on my own here.

The deposition itself was at the ex-wife’s attorney’s office. Very fancy and likely expensive. We’re in this glass walled conference room. The husband, the ex wife, and myself, with our own separate attorneys. Plus some staffers and this typist who was recording everything. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting so many people. My own attorney kept on reassuring me. It’s not about you. It’s about them. Just speak the truth and don’t volunteer any information you weren’t asked about. During this meeting, I was expecting some sort of confrontational shouting match, like on TV. But it was somewhat cordial, though embarrassing. Her attorney was asking me questions, and I would answer. Everybody else was listening or taking notes. Of course, the topics were personal, intimate, embarrassing, revealing. The husband made the crushing mistake of volunteering all of his secrets to the ex wife. So there was no hiding.

This question and answer session was extremely humiliating for me. Everybody was professional of course, but I felt that the ex wife was trying to embarrass him, through me. Her attorney went through every single fuck date I had with the husband. Every time we got together. All the sexts and raunchy emails with one another. She knew all the times he bought me lingerie, so I can be his little fuck doll. Hell, I swear she even knew how many times I came and shouted his name.

The husband had a bad habit of sexting after each date. He enjoyed ‘recapping’ our activities. Fun at the time sure… but embarrassing when you are confessing that you were his fuck toy in a room full of attorneys. Her attorney went through each and every date. Reconciling the dinner, with the hotel, with the credit cards, with the lingerie, with the sex, with the texts. In that room, everything was out in the open, and everybody in the room could clearly read and hear my perverse confession. It was brutal.

During this meeting, it was strange, but I was getting turned…. incredibly turned on. Each time her attorney asked me to describe a date, I was almost reliving the night in my mind. How I was this complete slut for this man that I hardly knew. How this man just used me, fucked me and lied to me. And now his lies are now slut shaming me in this perverse legal manner. I was his little slut, his fuck toy that he often dressed up and fucked out.

And to confess this, admit this publicly was a complete mind fuck for me. Everybody in the room knows why I’m there. What I did. My role in all this. How big of a slut I was, and still am. In that room, I was objectified – by the men’s smirks, the women’s judgmental looks, the wife’s anger and husband’s guilt. I have to admit, I was completely turned on in this hours long mind fuck. Pussy wet, nipples hard, mind spinning. It was incredibly erotic, powerful and humiliating for me.

As part of this deposition, I was told to bring any gifts that the husband bought for me. Mostly this was some lingerie and heels for me to dress up in. Now, everybody in the room is professionally dressed. Suits, ties, etc.. Myself, I’m dressed extremely conservatively. Trousers, a blazer, flats. My hair is up, makeup minimal.

When the conversation turned to specific dates, her attorney asked me to bring out his whore lingerie gifts to me. I was surprised really, but again it’s probably part of the ex wife’s plan, to humiliate him through me. So from my bag, I pull this slutty strappy bondage lingerie thing. Embarrassing, it was so startling to see such a item on top of the conference room table, in this fancy office. Along with this bondage thing, was a pair of clear stripper high heels. Those that a dancer would wear on stage. I swear, I must have heard a chuckle squeak out from one of the spectators. Then the Q&A. Her attorney, in some perverse legal conversation, essentially had me confirm that Sam had bought me the lingerie and he fucked my brains out. (Paraphrasing). My embarrassing sexts afterwards only further buried him and branded me with my Scarlet Letter.

This meeting lasted all day, I was exhausted towards the end. As we were wrapping up, I was gathering my things and walking out the office. As I did, I walked past the husband, the ex wife and some staffers from the office. I could feel their stares at me, their judgmental thoughts, perhaps even some lust or envy. It was their version of a walk of shame. During that short walk to the elevator, I was revealed, outed, naked. Stripped of any dignity and respect. Fuck, I could have been wearing that bondage lingerie and stripper heels out, and that walk would have been exactly the same.

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