Inspection [MFF] [BDSM] [Rope] [Struggle] [Degradation]

I had no choice but to meet them in the lobby.

One of these days, I’ll have a sub knock on my door and turn around, letting me blindfold and use her before she lays eyes on me. But so long as I have a habit of staying in relatively nice hotel rooms, I have to deal with hotel security measures, like needing a key card to use the elevator.

Plus a short chat in the lobby is generally good for a sub’s nerves, to help them steel themselves for a night of being a fucktoy.

Tonight, it was slightly different than normal. I made sure I was in the lobby to greet both of them. Sylvia was a little early, coming into the lobby about a minute after me. I gave her a big hug, that of an old friend. Unless you saw it from a different angle, then I was an old friend giving her ass cheek a tight squeeze.

Of course, we hadn’t actually met before that moment. We’d been online friends for ages, but actually face-to-face? I could tell she was a bundle of nerves.

[MF] Three nights with a rope bunny

**Night one: A Good Decision**

There’s that moment, right before you meet someone, that can be agony.

You start to regret the promises you made, or you start to worry that maybe they were catfishing you. Or worse, they won’t respect limits.

The anxiety of that moment can ruin an otherwise perfectly good night.

I’ve been lucky enough that I have found some wonderful women that have pushed past that moment. And I’ve had other nights where we get all the way to my hotel room, only to have some secret phantom touch her heart and make her have to leave.

I let them go if they must, because I’m not a monster.

She was in the garage, waiting. I went down to the lobby to meet her. The moment of agony stretched deeper.

I didn’t want to let this one go. We’d been chatting for just over two weeks, and the connection was near-instantaneous. She was a short, smart girl with a cute face and really nice tits, plus just enough of a brat mentality to provoke me.

I really wanted her.

The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 5 [MF] [degradation] [golden shower]

This is part of a series documenting an insane weekend where I picked my sub Doomy up and drove her from Los Angeles to Las Vegas, [fucked her on the side of the road](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t3az9z/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_1_mf_exhibitionism/), [used her as a cum dump](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t5ao2p/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_2_mf_degradation/), [spanked her ass red](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/twyyyh/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_3_mf_degradation/) and [shared her with strangers](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tyrf44/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_4_degradation_group/).

I was sore and tired, but I had the biggest grin on my face.

Our hotel bed was a scrambled mess of sheets and our naked bodies. Me, the dirty old man in his 40s, muscles aching from fucking and spanking. Her, the masochist that was half my age, body painted with bruised, scratched-up knees and swollen pussy.

“I can’t believe everyone in the room was so turned on by my pain and degradation,” she said with a giggle.

She was my star slut today, doing everything that I asked. She loved getting off on pain, humiliation and degradation, and wringing her through an entire day of being a fucktoy had her still deep in the warm fuzzy glow of subspace.

“You were definitely the lowest person in the room,” I said. “I love how it made our guests so horny, seeing you be used.

The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 4 [degradation] [group] [bdsm] [impact play] [humiliation] [voyeurism]

Some disclaimers and CWs: Doomy co-wrote this story with me. All impact play, derogatory language and fucking was consensual and negotiated before the scene.

This is also part of a series. [Part 1 is our drive to Las Vegas] (https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t3om19/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_1_mf_exhibitionism/). [Part 2 is our first night in a hotel](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t5ao2p/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_2_mf_degradation/). [Part 3 is the morning and afternoon before](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tworte/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_3_mf_degradation/) Part 4:

“Be polite, whore,” I said. “Look at our guests while I’m hurting you.”

Doomy was the only one naked in the room. Her tight body was on full display, with her legs trapped in a spreader bar and her arms and neck locked into a self-build pillory I call “Mr. Scarecrow.”

It was amusing watching her struggle. She could barely walk, so it was easy to grab her fit body and just toss her to wherever I needed her. No need to ask, at this point she was completely my fucktoy, mindless in her only purpose of serving me.

Our guests were a cute married couple that I met online a couple days before. They were new to swinging and curious about exploring their voyeurism. I wanted a couple to watch as I tied up, spanked and fucked Doomy, and they were eager to say yes.

The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 3 [mf] [Degradation] [Impact play] [Sadism] [BDSM] [Free Use]

Part 3 is a quick one, collecting some of the short moments before the next big scene.

The previous parts:

[Part 1 – Public Play, Impact Play, Degradation](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t3om19/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_1_mf_exhibitionism/)

[Part 2 – Impact Play, Degradation, Sadism](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t5ao2p/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_2_mf_degradation/)

My slut likes to sleep with earplugs and a blindfold.

It was a fun surprise for me, waking up before her. I had some trouble sleeping, and now I was looking at her, naked, oblivious and unconscious.

I knew how I was going to wake her up.

Going over my bag of tricks, I pulled out a couple Velcro straps. These aren’t your normal craft-store strips of Velcro to slap on a pair of homemade sweats or a chore board. They’re industrial strength and built to hold together things like metal cables or copper pipes. They can take a few hundred pounds of stress and not even budge.

From a BDSM standpoint, I love them as restraints. I can lock down a sub to where they’re never getting out on their own. And if things get hairy, I can release them in seconds.

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 2 [mf] [Degradation] [Impact play] [Sadism] [Primal]

I’m going to try and break up the parts of this in terms of the major kinks explored, so if there’s something that’s more yuck than yum for you, you can skip to the next part.

[Part 1 – Public Play, Impact Play, Degradation](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t3az9z/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_1_mf_exhibitionism/)

After weeks of build-up, I was in a hotel room with a cute naked slut, my cum splattered over her face and perfect tits.

I could have been a gentleman and gotten her a towel. But that was not what this trip was about.

It was our goal to break her. To make her body ache and make her mind only capable of thinking about how to please me.

I took a seat on the couch. I have a hunch it was intentionally part of the design of this room, having a comfortable couch facing directly towards the bed. The desk area was a joke, but the couch was perfect for voyeurs to enjoy a good show. Or in this case, for my little slut to work.

“Come here,” I said.

Her brat nature was fairly tamped down, giving way to her submissive fucktoy mindset. She got up and started to walk.

The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 1 [MF] [exhibitionism] [BDSM] [sadism] [masochism]

“Take your top off,” I said. “Now.”

The sun was just barely starting to touch the horizon. It would be darker in a bit, but this parking lot was still pretty well lit. There were a couple truckers that I was keeping an eye on in my rear-view mirror, and the front door to the adult store was only 30 feet away.

She was hesitant for a moment. Maybe it was shyness. Maybe it was because I was getting the homemade nipple clamps ready. Maybe she was just being a brat.

It was almost certainly because she was a brat.

She was a special case for me. We met a month earlier, and she eagerly took every kinky idea I threw at her. Exhbitionism, degradation, impact play, choking, and so, so, so much pain. Her desire for masochism pulled my inner sadist to the forefront, and now she was about to spend an entire weekend as my fucktoy.

She was trying her hardest to sit still, squirming with a butt plug filling her ass. 24 hours ago I forbid her from cumming. Two hours ago, she put on the clothes I picked out for her and pushed the plug inside of her, bead after bead. One hour ago, we started driving east.

The Real Road Trip Slut, Part 1 [MF] [exhibitionism] [BDSM] [sadism] [masochism]

Doomy was a special case for me. We met a month earlier, and she eagerly took every kinky idea I threw at her. Exhbitionism, degradation, impact play, choking, and so, so, so much pain. Her desire for masochism pulled my inner sadist to the forefront, and now she was about to spend an entire weekend as my fucktoy.

“Take your top off,” I said. “Now.”

The sun was just barely starting to touch the horizon. It would be darker in a bit, but this parking lot was still pretty well lit. There were a couple truckers that I was keeping an eye on in my rear-view mirror, and the front door to the adult store was only 30 feet away.

She was hesitant for a moment. Maybe it was shyness. Maybe it was because I was getting the homemade nipple clamps ready. Maybe she was just being a brat.

It was almost certainly because she was a brat.

She was trying her hardest to sit still, squirming with a butt plug filling her. It had been about 24 hours since I last gave her permission to cum, and the build up for this trip was only making her hornier.

[MF] Spanking, choking, clothespins and oral on the boardwalk and in a parking lot during the day.

“Would it be bad if I wore a really short dress?”

It was an amusing question. Right now, the plan was to meet up at the beach. Her only wardrobe demands were that she wear some sort of skirt or dress so that we could test out some clothespins for her pussy. Ideally, I wanted to find that nice grip and size so that she could walk around with them clamped to her, spreading her out with every step.

I warned her that it might be a bit breezy, but I really, really didn’t mind. If the wind pushed her dress up, I’d enjoy her being exposed as the dirty little slut she was. And if it was a tight skirt that was too short, I’d make sure she had reasons to bend over.

I suppose you could call this our second date? Only we’re not dating, we’re training her to be a good little fucktoy.

We had a lot of fun during our first session. In some ways, I suppose I shouldn’t just assume that someone had fun with me. But with this particular slut, she was so giddy over my write-up that she was sending excerpts of it to friends. I really enjoyed this, knowing that a group chat of women were critiquing both my writing and my ability to fuck this cute slut’s mouth.

Good Morning Photos and a Car Skull-fucking [MF] [exhibitionism][risky][degradation][sadism][kink]

I’ve been doing this for years, and I can tell when I’m chatting with someone if there’s a chance that I’d enjoy meeting up and playing with them.

But the internet is a wild and weird place, so whenever I start to get a connection with someone, I try to meet up with them as soon as possible.

I set out some clear rules: 1. Meet somewhere public with no expectation of anything sexual happening. 2. Don’t give out personal information until after you trust the person. 3. Don’t trust them until you meet them. 4. Have an escape route for both parties, just in case.

I formed these rules before my first-ever meet-up, along with one exception. The very first sub I met, I asked for permission to give her ass a subtle squeeze when I gave her a hug hello. It was a bit silly. But my mentality was that we’d been chatting for about a month, and then I had to drive 90 minutes to meet her.

She knew what I looked like and what I sounded like, but I still had this self-deprecating thought that she’d see me and reject me. So I figured I could at least get in one grab of an amazing ass.