How I made a redditrice into my fucktoy after she likes one of my gonewild stories. Part I – online [MF] [Photos]

A while ago I wrote [this story] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8nkcfn/mf_introducing_a_good_catholic_girl_from_tinder/) about introducing an innocent catholic girl to the myriad pleasures of submission, roughness and public play, about one of the finest, prettiest, most innocent women I’ve had the pleasure of playing with. I wrote the store for the pure pleasure of digging into my memories of that wonderful night, and with the enticements of exciting some r/gonewildstories readers, but thought little more of it, until, a few days later, when I pop open my throwaway account… and lo and behold: A bright orange letter in my mailbox. From a fellow redditrice, “LuziaPalermitano” (obviously not her real reddit username) who wrote me as follows, short and sweet, and to the point:

*“Hi, I saw your story on r/gonewildstories and it was everything I’ve fantasized about. Thanks for sharing! Maybe we can meet when I’m in Berlin in a couple of months xxx”*

What a pleasant and entirely unexpected surprise, I thought as I felt a slow rush of blood and hunger course through my veins. I was content that my story pleased, but never imagined that a fellow redditrice would write, and not just with an online proposal, which never would have been enough to entice me, but with the hope and potential of meeting.

Yet as thrilling as the idea was, I was hesitant to engage – I’d had a wild year before that, with far too many stories and adventures (I wish I had the time to share them all), but since then, had been in a relationship, and had calmed down somewhat. With this message, I could feel that old buried hunger rise up again inside. But even if I could feel that incredible desire to fuck re-emerge, I didn’t really want it to happen with a woman in a distant city with no way for me to take out my lusts of her. I’ve played enough to know that these fantasies hardly ever come true.

But… as I played with my cock while rereading my story to find exactly what my fellow redditrice found so enticing, I began to get excited by this challenge – could we establish some rapport, which that months down the line would lead us to adventure and exploration? Doubling my temptation was the enticement of giving a random stranger, whose pussy I’d already made wet through my story everything she’s fantasized about. It was at least worth a try. But first I had to see what she looked like. I started chatting with Cindy (not her real name), and she quickly shared her few photos with me. Young, Asian, cute, all dolled up and ready for bed, lying staring lustily into the camera wearing a cute pink top and panties, thick juicy lips which I was already imagining prying open with my cock — exactly the type of girl I like to dominate.

But how would I keep things going until she arrived? Cindy wasn’t coming for another three months, and I knew that if I were to ever get my hands around her neck, I would have to keep Cindy’s hungry pussy wet, and her mind aflame; I’d have to keep her intrigued, curious, raging with lust and bursting with wetness. And the only way I could do that would be to get to know Cindy better. I needed to understand what made her bite her lips and squeeze her nipples and caress her cunt, what made her mind rage and heart beat and pussy flow; I needed to dig into the depths of Cindy’s eros, figure what makes her cumdrunk, and use that to keep her cunt always bursting with desire.

Since Cindy was eager and game, and since I had browsed through her reddit posts and saw that we had other potential real-life affinities (Cindy was also clever, politicized, cultivated, tough and feminist) I could imagine myself not just fucking her holes, but also having a conversation, which always makes things a lot more fun. We chatted, flirting, flinging back repartees, jousting with one another, dancing with words, me always aiming for one goal – I wanted her cunt always wet, always hungry.

I wanted Cindy so needy, that at any moment she would be ready to obey her Sir. I began to give Cindy tasks, small simple ones, ones designed to get to know her, to dig into her dirty filthy cumslut mind, and explore the depths of everything she has ever wanted, and even the things she didn’t know she wanted. I love nothing more than to dig into a woman’s fantasy, figure out what she wants and needs and likes, to use that to make her wet, which is of course, what I did, taking control of her orgasms, and guiding her in her masturbations from thousands of miles away until [she begged] (https://imgur.com/a/3UsOCWy).

My discovery began when I gave Cindy two very simple tasks, ones I knew she would enjoy, because it would be the beginning of her revelation, the beginning of her submission. I asked her Cindy to send me links to [a few videos that make her wet](https://imgur.com/a/KYeHGPi), [one](https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59440f6ab2b3a), [two](https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=672504457), [three](https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59ce5e6f56673)

I was not disappointed. Her fantasy of being a little girl used and abused in a helpless situation by an older guy such as myself was exciting. And how could she know that her fantasy of being tied down and having my cock in her pussy while vibrating her clit with a toy was one of my favorite pastimes?

Her second task was to make a list of ten ways she [needs Sir to fill her holes](https://imgur.com/a/OdCHSVX), and every single one of her ten items were very exactly pleasures I adore. Cindy set my cock throbbing, and I knew that if we ever met, I would have no problem turning her cunt into a gushing fountain and reducing her to a puddle of wet sloshy pussy trembling in the agony of desire of the floor.

And this was only the beginning. The beginning of six weeks of intense sexting, the likes of which I have never lived before or since, and a small part of which I will ever be able to write here. As I read through our conversations on my phone, scroll through the images, listen to the audios, I can’t help but play with my cock, and I can feel now the rush of blood in my body and hunger in my mind at the intensity and excitement of chatting with her.

What I liked best about Cindy, even though she wasn’t with me in the room not even in the same city, even though I had never met here, is that no matter what we did, she seemed to have this infinite capacity to make my cock hard. She shared with me extraordinary things, videos and audios and photos and her fantasies and thoughts and desires, and every single one of those turned my cock to rock. I would get a message from her, and immediately I would be propelled into that the deepest most erotic recesses of my conscience, propelled by the rushing in my veins into a adrenaline filled fantasy zone composed of creativity and fucking. And Cindy making me hard always made me want to make her wet, but not just wet, soaking. Every time I chatted with her, I wanted her cunt to gush, I wanted her wetter than she had ever been, I wanted her so cumdrunk that she would give anything just to have a message from her Sir. I wanted her to offer me her cunt. In her texts, Cindy was extraordinary, never failing to take me by surprise, never failing to find newer, better ways to make my cock lust for her, to capture and retain my attention. As we progressed And Cindy became more and more my pet, the time had come to name her. I needed to find a pet name that was precise, appropriate, and unique, something I had never called one of my fucktoys before.

Given that Cindy was exceedingly talented at making my cock throb, and her hunger for cock seemed boundless, what better name could I give her than “cockwhore”? A name, which I must admit, she didn’t like too much, but I enjoyed that provocation as well, that Cindy was now my cockwhore, that she would submit to that too. And that entire summer, more than anything else, my greatest pleasure was to make my cockwhore wet, to make her yearn so badly, to make her so cumdrunk that she would do anything, literally anything for me to make her cum. And indeed when cockwhore became like that, she was like a zombie of fuck, her cunt was so juiced up that all thoughts fled from her hypnotized mind, and she became a shameless fucktoy, and the wetness I granted her whorish little cunt made her entirely mine, as you will soon discover.

Now that cockwhore had her name, she also needed rules. For although we were playing, we were playing across the Internet, across thousands of miles of fiberoptics and radiowaves, and for us to build this, I required of cockwhore devotion, obedience. I gave her her very first rules, simple ones, a list to which I would later add:

– Rule number one: Cockwhore’s cunt belongs to Sir.
– Rule number two: Cockwhore’s orgasms belong to Sir. If cockwhore wants to cum, she asks Sir’s permission.
– Rule number three: If Cockwhore wants a cock in her fuckholes, she asks Sir’s permission.

Cockwhore agreed, of course. Willingly. With pleasure. Daily teasing me with videos of her fingering her beautiful sloshy pink-purple cunt.

At this point, we were only two weeks into our online relationship, and although I had made her cum countless times, and [made her show me the very depths of her cunt](https://imgur.com/a/qwGQUTx), cockwhore still hadn’t seen me. I was only a virtual presence, a text, a suite of filthy enticing fantasies. And the more photos and videos cockwhore would send me, the more I wanted to tease her. I began to send her luscious and gruff audios every morning while stroking my cock, sharing with cockwhore my fantasies of all the ways I would fuck every one of her dirty little fuckholes, telling her how I would use and abuse her little Asian whorecunt until she was a squirty mess, how I would ram my cock down her throat till she made those beautiful gagging noises, how I would finger her asshole while stuffing my cock inside her pussy.. sharing with her dozens of precise, detailed fantasies of the endless ways I wanted to use her and her whorish little fuckholes.

These stories would make cockwhore go mad with desire. Hearing in my voice the hunger and intensity, the sound of my breathing, sound of my hands stroking my cock, she would cum for me, time and again, once, twice, thrice a day. I don’t even know how I continued to live, to meet friends, to work, because it seemed as if the entirety of my days were taken up by my obsession with making cockwhore cum, again and again, over and over. Not that I did everything myself. Cockwhore was the perfect sexting partner, the perfect tease in return. She matched me step for step, dare for dare, story for story: Every day cockwhore would send me pictures of her juicy whorecunt, the sending of which would only make her wetter and me harder. Upon which I would send her dirtier more beautiful audios and texts, which made her pussy positively burst with anticipation, sending cockwhore and I into an infinite feedback loop of unquenchable desire.

My cock throbs as I write this, and think about her juicy hungry fuckholes. I would wake up at all hours of the night, raging with desire, my cock throbbing with hunger, with a relentless need to fuck her, my little cockwhore, rough and wild, endlessly, never two times the same way. And on the few occasions when I’d fuck other women, as I slid my cock inside their fuckholes, I would see the image of cockwhore and her insatiable cunt, and as I would ram my cock into their pussies, always cockwhore’s whorecunt, who I would imagine destroying, and the image of her pussy would superpose itself over the image of the pussy I was inside, and I would cum twice as hard, with a roar of rage and hunger before collapsing into post-cum bliss. But I was never satisfied. I always needed more and harder and rougher and more creative and dirty. And she made me so hungry, I would wake up two, three times in the middle of the night to use the holes of the woman sleeping with me (not that I didn’t enjoy some of those nights too in their own right, but this is cockwhore’s story.

And she seemed as obsessed and hungry as I. We were on totally different timezones, but she would write me at all hours of the day – when I was at lunch, at work, with friends in bars, in the middle of the night, interrupting me with her filthy images and hungry thoughts. And with each day the intensity of our relationship built and built, and with the intensity, the hunger, relentless, washing over me in my days and nights, filling me. Cockwhore was the ultimate aphrodisiac. It only took one message from her, in the subway, at work, the supermarket, and my cock would immediately stiffen, and I would be immersed in the fantasy zone of all the things I wanted to do to her.

Although it was true that I was her Sir and she was my cockwhore, and I owned her cunt, and I defined the rules and gave the tasks, with the hunger she aroused inside, me she owned my cock as much as I owned her cunt, and she knew it, although of course I would never admit it. That summer, nothing gave me more pleasure than making her cunt juice up, bringing her pussy to the very edge of orgasm and then denying her the right to cum but to tease her and tease her relentlessly, so that she would reach ever higher and higher levels of wetness, till she thought she would explode before actually letting her do so, tease her by sharing stories of my adventures with other women, teasing her by promising to [make her a legend](https://imgur.com/a/qLy2B9e) on r/gonewildstories. I’d never let her cunt go dry not for a day, not for an hour.

And she rewarded her Sir, in creative and unexpected ways, showing me her wetness, her devotion, her fuckholes. She gagged on dildos for me, fingered her cunt for me, massaged her tits for me. But the most glorious, the most daring thing I did not even ask her to do. It came of cockwhore’s own free will and of her own fantasy, when [she gave me the ownership of her cunt](https://imgur.com/a/TdkFGbA).

I’ve cum to that lovely image and to the videos dozens of times, and whenever I see that image, like I am now, my cock immediately hungers.

But don’t think for a moment that cockwhore was only disciplined and obedient. She was always in thrall of her cunt’s immediate desires, and upon many occasions she forced me to punish her for being such a weak and dirty slut, who has no control over her own pussy. I cannot tell you how many times I had to make cockwhore to apologize to Sir for being such a wet and dirty slut. But I would always do so fairly, and I think that she enjoyed her punishments as much as she did disobeying – I sought out a measure for measure, and so when [she disobeyed and came, using the cunt I owned, without asking for permission](https://imgur.com/a/YXYhQgK) I was obliged to took away her Hitachi, refused to let her touch her cunt, and gave her a writing task of [10 Punishments cockwhore deserves when she is naughty](https://imgur.com/a/vLHJ80p). Punishments I would later use against her.

Cockwhore was relentless though with her devotion. She would wake me up with her ass, put me to sleep with her cunt, and wish me *bon apétit* at lunch with her tits. She’d tease me with videos fucking herself with fingers, dildos, vibrators, and then licking them clean while saying “Thank you Sir”; send me photos of the wet spots on her bed when I made her cum, her [soaked panties](https://imgur.com/a/PMNuVW6) from when I would write her. And each time cockwhore accomplished a task, I would push things forward – one more task, one more level. Something filthier, dirtier. I’d make her show me her pussy at work, in bars, in the car. I could feel her wetness across the thousands of miles.

We were now four weeks in, and cockwhore [begged to know my name, or see my face, or my cock](https://imgur.com/a/XD7tCqR). I did like teasing her, although I did think that after all this devotion, at the very least I could give her my name. And cockwhore, despite my punishments, (or perhaps because of them) continued to rebel, being unable to resist the temptations to cum, and again and again had to admit to cumming again and again without permission, although her cunt was already mine. And one day, having had enough of her nonsense, I decided to up the ante yet further. For cumming without permission, cockwhore would have to go to work pantiless, just like the punishment she asked for.

I wasn’t sure if she would be brave enough to carry through, but sure enough, the next day, when she wakes up she sends me a photo of her without panties, wearing her “little black dress” on the way to work of her extraordinary pussy taking in the morning air as she drives to work. I had given her the mission to send me photos every hour on the the hour. As I had surmised, this “punishment” was in fact all pleasure for my slutty little fucktoy, who wrote me as she enters an important meeting with her boss “I think I might die if I don’t cum soon”. As I played with my cock I took great pleasure imagining her there, her sloshy wet whorecunt, feeling the air, the juices dripping down her pantiless legs, while having to give a powerpoint presentation in some office block, her little secret that she was wearing nothing, and that her cunt was there naked, ready for anyone to see, anyone to fuck, a filthy mess of uncontrolled hunger and lust.

I admit, that evening, as she thanked me once again for her new task, and for how wet it once again mad her that I was impressed with cockwhore’s courage and devotion. I felt a sense of pride that my little cockwhore would do anything for her Sir. I felt that as a reward, I would give her a gift of two – of two of her favorite toys from her Amazon wishlist.

And I sent [a surprise](https://imgur.com/a/xmtE9v2) to her, from thousands of miles away, containing a big fleshy cock-shaped dildo and a pretty purple butt plug. Cockwhore was ecstatic and asked Sir for permission to use her gifts, but of course there had to be a condition, a way to thank Sir for his generosity. If I were to get gifts for me cockwhore to keep her pussy always wet, it was also for Sir to see. I told her to slide the buttplug in her ass and the dildo in her cunt, all while reciting a mantra, a formula I gave her to repeat again and again ad infinitum, as she was fucking her holes with her new gifts – “Thank you sir. my cunt is yours.. “Thank you sir. my cunt is yours” “Thank you sir. my cunt is yours” And she did, and to this day I remember the sound of her bimbo-like voice repeating “Thank you sir. my cunt is yours” as I watched the shiny buttplug glitter in her fine ass, and her shove the dildo deep inside her dripping pretty pussy).

But it was not enough? how could it ever be enough? I had my cockwhore accomplish tasks, play games, follow rules. I punished her by making her fuck herself with her gilded haircurler.

Five weeks in, and I was still teasing my cockwhore, and she told me how her pussy couldn’t take it anymore, begging me to allow her to take a cock inside her fuckholes. I didn’t mind, of course, as long as her cunt was mine, and as long as she followed my instructions: She couldn’t swallow his cum, and every time any cock entered her whorecunt with every thrust she is to recite in her head a manta” “Thank you sir for letting my having this cock in my fuckhole. Thank you Sir for letting me have this cock in my fuckhole”.

And she did, bringing down the rage of lust a bit, but as she wrote me that night afterwards “I wish you could pull my hair while fucking me deep right now. I thought having sex would help me de-stress, but it didn’t” Again though I would have to punish her – for being weak and hungry and giving in tot he temptations of her pussy, and as a punishment, I ordered her to kneel in front of the mirror and whip her pussy ten times while apologizing, which of course, being the obedient little fucktoy she was, she did.

At that point though, things had gotten so intense, and we were still almost two months away from her arrival. I was about to leave on vacation, and she was finishing up her last months at work. Our chat took a turn and we discussed other things, politics, business, current events, and shifted down a few hears. The dedication of time and intensity of desire had been so overwhelming and so intense, that she and I needed a change, in order to concentrate on school and work. I couldn’t go on waking up all hours of the night, grabbing for my phone, my erections throbbing with hunger, sending her audios, tasks instructions at crazy hours of the day and night. The days and nights were filled with the thoughts and images of her sloshy cunt and her luscious lips and her fine asshole. We both needed to cool off a bit while we were waiting impatiently for the moment of her arrival, only six weeks away, when we could finally meet, in the flesh.

Which we did. More than once. But for that part of the story, I will need more time to write.

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Edit: Although cockwhore had been open to sharing photos initially, she wrote me to say that it might be better if there were no photos in the post, and as such, you will have to use your imagination, which is vast, endless and magnificent.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ab63g4/how_i_made_a_redditrice_into_my_fucktoy_after_she