(For some reason this was deleted from stupid sluts club, so I’m reposting it here!)
I used to be involved with a lot of very kinky people & loved living the polyamorous lifestyle. This all changed when I met my current partner almost a decade ago. She is mostly monogamous and not very kinky. In theory we have an open relationship, but in practice I know she struggles with it, so don’t want to make her sad. I love her and she is my favorite person ever….
…However there are days when I really miss kink, cock and being an absolute slut.
Thats where reddit comes in. Listening to audio porn and reading other peoples adventures really scratches that itch. Every so often I go further down the rabbit hole and find a new board. Eventually I ended up perusing r/fapdeciders … eventually I found myself posting there too…
There is something weird about handing control over to strangers. The other day I was doing some work at a friends (our internet was down) . He had to go out for a few hours so I had the house to myself. I offered myself up to these anonymous voices, I gave them more intimate control than I’d consider handing to most of my closest friends. Once he left the house the comments told me I must strip down to my panties, then play with myself, then put my panties in my mouth. When I’m turned on I love being told what to do. I’d dutifully go off do the task then return to see what other people had asked of me. Once or twice I was tempted to just say I’d done the task… but a mixture of guilt and hornieness wouldnt let me until I’d actually done it.
Those anonymous voices had read the list of kinks on my post and they delivered. Commanding me to scrawl humiliating things across my body, they delighted in making me push the limits of my backside with beatings and insertions. Caning my feet, so even walking became a task. Following their directions I found myself naked, face down on the floor, butt in the air (still stinging from an earlier task) while I struggled to fuck my own ass with the handle of a saucepan. There are moments in your life when you reflect on what you are doing, and there are times when you are so far into subspace that you don’t question following the whims of random internet strangers… guess which one applied to me (for the record I did do obsessive guilty washing up afterwards)
The other part of this is I did * actually * have to do some work too… Its hard answering work emails while your legs are jelly and you feel degraded enough to be putty in a strangers hands…its also kind of hot!
Eventually I got a text from my friend saying he would be heading back soon, I called last orders on any tasks and received two final ones. The first was one caught me off guard. I was told to lick my friends toilet seat, I didn’t expect it to be so difficult. I knelt down infront of it and froze… I saw the reflection of myself in the shower screen… A chubby afab nonbinary person in their thirties, covered in sharpie declaring me a “Slut” and “Free use” kneeling in front of my friends loo. What the fuck was I doing. I had betrayed my friend’s trust. I was being an idiot… I was being a “dumb whore” It felt like I knelt there forever, reading the slurs and commands written on me, drilling them into my mind until eventually I told myself I had come this far. “I am a slut” I knelt forwards, obeying that unknown stranger “I am a dumb whore” I stuck out my tounge, running through the phrases in my head:
I am “free use”
I am a “slut”
Please “rape me”
I am a “fucktoy”
I am a fucking “dumb whore”
I did it. I had done more than I was told. I ran my tongue all the way around that seat. I’m ashamed at how happy I was getting to tell that stranger I’d done as they asked.
The final task I had seemed easy after that…but it had a sting in the tail (pun fully intended!) the suggestion of applying a pea of toothpaste to my already well used ass. I thought it might feel a bit wierd… but fucking hell, well suffice to say I felt that for the next few hours!
The worst bit was when my friend got back in and I had to finish my work day as though nothing had happened while coming down from that subspace, my ass burning, burning with some of his toothpaste I had stolen. I tried to chat normally while wave after wave of crash, guilt and horniness washed through me! He asked if I was ok more than once, and I almost told him, but somehow held it together… when I left, walking home down narrow lanes on my beaten feet, my mouth dry and panties still slightly damp from having them in my mouth, my legs still jelly, my ass used and the minty fresh toothpaste burning-tingle unrelenting… I don’t think I’ve had a more intense walk of shame.
I got home and climbed straight in the bath, running it as hot as I could. I felt broken, slutty and so so happy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/te2j8i/a_solitary_stupid_slut_and_an_empty_house_nb_32