Dansile Khoza
by on September 24, 2018
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I confess- my ex fuck-buddy turned me into his little slut and I both hate and love him for it. Before I met him, I never would have dreamed of doing what he made me do, and now I find myself craving to be treated like a little slut again.
It started about 5 or 6 years ago. We were, as I said, fuck buddies. At first he would ask me to send him pics, something I never thought I'd do, but there's something about him I just couldn't say no to. He'd get me to dress up in little outfits. I started out coyly, not giving away too much. After a while, I was sending him full on pussy shots, pics of me masturbating and doing what he told me. One day he shared his fantasy that he wanted to use me as his slave- his little fuck toy to do with as he pleased. I was unsure at first, but found myself beginning to fantasize about it, so I agreed. I met him at his apartment and brought everything he told me to- outfits, sex toys, etc. Looking back I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into. I dressed up for him and it wasn't long before he was throwing me around- it was rougher than I expected. He tied my hands behind my back and pulled my hair and made me get on my knees. He forced his huge cock down my throat and instructed me to deep throat him, then lick and play with his balls. He slapped his cock across my face, then I'd choke on him some more. Next, he forced me to my feet and made me ride his cock as he pulled my hair and slapped my face. He spit in my mouth and told me to tell him I was his little slut. I could barely speak, I think I was in shock at how rough it was. He then lay me on my side and fucked me from behind while choking me and calling me his little slut and good girl. Afterwards I went home as I couldn't stay at his place- and I was unbelievably turned on by what had just happened. At first, I wasn't sure how to feel, but I was dripping wet by the time I got home and needed to touch myself. It was awful- but I loved it! He awoke something inside me. It was shameful and I didn't want to like it, but I did. It went on for a few more years after that. He knew I couldn't say no to him, he truly owned me and made me his whore, as much as I tried to deny it, he did. Another night, he blinded folded me and bound my hands and feet. He then hovered over me with his cock in my face and repeatedly rubbed it and slapped it over my face. He'd then make me suck him, then slide forward and make me tongue his arsehole, then lick and suck his balls. It was so degrading, I had no power but it had me dripping wet! I still fantasise about how much I loved it- even now it has me wet, I want it again, even though I hate to admit it. Over the years he got me to do anal, DP (with him and a dildo) sex in public, covered my face in his cum, made me swallow, I even sucked off some of his friends once while they all talked about me like I wasn't there- it was so hot! I hated that I loved it but I loved that I hated it. I think I must like being degraded
It's been a year since we have done anything. He got engaged and had a child with his on again off again girlfriend. He wanted to still keep me as his toy on the side, but I had to say no once and for all, as that goes too far against morals. If he wasn't with her, I fear I would probably still be at his mercy, wanting to stop but not being able to. It's like an addiction. He has text me in the past while with her to say he misses what we had and that he knows I loved it- I denyed it and said I never liked it. But the truth is, I miss it and I just want to feel owned again. I once wrote his name on my body in lipstick and other degrading things and sent him pics. I liked it. I wish it didn't turn me on so much, but I can't help it. I love being a good little slut and being called a good girl. I love being used and controlled. I secretly hope I will meet a man that will turn me into his whore once again, who won't give up and isn't afraid to tell me how he wants me. No man I've met since has gotten to know just how slutty I can be. I've tried not to want it, but the longer I go without it, the more I realise it's not just a want, it's a need. Like I said, I love it and I hate it....but I need it
Sosodet September
This is not your sorry right?
Ndweshex
That's one crazy story, perhaps one need to try it too