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Context in my profile..

H arrived with 5:21 on the timer left.

Entering the unit, I forbade H from speaking until further notice and had him immediately lie down on the floor right by the entrance wherein I immediately sat on his face in a kneeling/squat position as I was already fully naked and awaiting his arrival. I didn't spare him a single bit and parked all 45kg of unbridled horniness onto his mouth with every intention of suffocating him with my pussy.

I mean, sure. I said I'd get him off with a ruined orgasm if he came over. But who the fuck cares about him right now? Today was about me and my satisfaction and enjoyment. I was in greater need of an orgasm. Not him. His impending ruined orgasm was just another avenue of pleasure for me. There was no fucking way he would be allowed to orgasm before me, especially on a day meant for my satisfaction.

I was absolutely feral and intertwined both of my hands into his black and unkempt hair and proceeded to grind and ride his face till kingdom come. Or more precisely I came. His hair was his leash, and I was not gentle in the least, constantly tugging and pulling upwards to get more contact and stimulation. I had only one thing on my mind, and it was to get those little receptors firing in my brain on full blast so I could get my hit of oxytocin and dopamine. Nothing else mattered.

How was H fairing underneath me? I have no fucking clue and I honestly didn't care. His pussy eating skills in this position, or lack thereof was made up by my sheer determination and unrelenting grinding on his face. I was probably humping his nose at one point. 🙈 He's alive now, and that's all that matters. I hadn't felt so in control since that time with Mr. Author where I rode his face like a Throne, but this was 100x more intense. I was determined to orgasm like this. And I did. How long did it take? No fucking clue. Too long. And also too short. It was a fucking intoxicating experience, just focusing solely on my own pleasure.

I was already so fucking wet and grooly(?) before he arrived. And it just intensified. Oh. And did I mention I plugged myself before he came? So sometime through, I became a true cowgirl and had one hand in his hair, the other behind me tugging and pulling at my plug. I came gloriously in a leg quivering mess.

I'm once again convinced that orgasms are 70%+ mental stimulation, and 30%- physical stimulation. The actual physical stimulation was lacking, but the mental aspect was so far and above the norm. The complete domination. Being able to send a public message and have H come running because I ordered it just so I could use his mouth and face as I pleased was a rush I had never experienced before. IT IS FUCKING ADDICTING.

I came in a gasping, breathless, quivering mess on top of him, and fell forward. I'm still sitting on his face. I'm still slowly rocking my hips on his mouth to extend my orgasm.

The best part? I'm blown away by how thoughtful and attuned H was in the moment. 10/10 would ride again. He wraps his arms around my thighs and locks me in place on top of his mouth as I'm quivering and shaking, and glues his mouth against my clit and just sucked. And sucked. And sucked. And licked. And sucked. Holy fucking God it was a trip. That move extended my orgasm by a good couple minutes as I continued jerking and shaking intermittently. He's a fucking natural. Or he's a fucking God. Or he's watched too much porn/hentai/whatever else. I don't fucking know and I don't fucking care as long as he keeps that up. Yeah. I'm fucking stroking his ego right now and I'm sure I'll regret it in the future. 🖕Don't become an arrogant piece of shit H. 🖕

By the time I finally recollected myself and my orgasm had subsided and caught my breath, I sat up languidly, fucking soaked in sweat and my hair was clinging to my body. I was still seated completely on him with my full weight, and H patted my ass to what I'm assuming was a signal for me to get off. 😤

I didn't want to. So I ground on him some more to remind him who was in charge. Eventually however, I did get up and changed to squatting over him, so I could get him to lick every inch of me clean. I was a very wet and dirty girl. I still wish I was a squirting gal. That would have been so fucking hot. But alas. I'm assuming it'll require vaginal penetration and stimulation at my gspot/bladder for it to happen?

Anyways. I'm still weak in my legs, so my squatting was supported by both hands behind me on his chest. When I'm finally satisfied with his clean up, I rolled over to one side to free him, as I try to stand up. Unsuccessfully. He gets up before me, and he has to help me stand. I have him help me towards the table, where I collapse onto it, bent over it with my legs hanging off the side. It's fucking uncomfortable, but I wanted the height for what I had planned next.

I ask him to go grab a couple pillows for me, water, as well as any of my toys he wanted. It was time for a pop quiz. I was hungry for more orgasms. I had taught him, intimately, how I liked to be toyed with. It was now time to see how well he would perform. I gave him 45mins, and he'd have to make me orgasm 9 times within the time limit while I laid there bent over for him or I'd punish him. Perfectly doable right? Especially seeing as how I had already handed him a guide. 😇

I'm perfectly confident all the chads and self-proclaimed alphas here on reddit could also easily accomplish it with no problem.

I.. also confessed and told him the reason as to why I had summoned him that day. How a redditor had riled me up in the morning and got me so horny I had to get my release somehow, and how he was the convenient choice. I mean... that was our agreement to begin with. He volunteered himself to be an outlet for my desires. In all honesty, I'm not in the habit of cucking/intentionally humiliating or being mean to people. I really did appreciate how willing H was to come over at the drop of a hat based on my whims. Though I did instruct him to thank the redditor in question after every orgasm he got to experience for the day, which he seemed to agree, maybe not enthusiastically, but it seemed genuine on his part. I also hinted again how if he could learn to make me cum endlessly, I'd be fucking hooked and brainwashed by him and wouldn't be able to resist calling for his services on his own merit in the future. It's an idea that I KNOW is already on his mind as he's joked about it before. I told him all this with the belief.. that it would spur him on and motivate him. 🥰

Anyways.

😇😇😇😇😇

He failed. 🤭😇😈

His punishment? He'd be licking my plug and anal toys clean, before eating my ass for 30 minutes.

If he had any hope of reaching his target, he had to play with my ass. That gave me a very nice warm up and got me nice and loose (or looser) for him. I had him get me so messy and dirty for him, then as his punishment, he had to clean me up. 🥰

I've.. been playing with and developing my anal repertoire more and more recently, and I was really fucking excited to take this next step. Having him stick his tongue in there 😳🥵🥵🥵 after having been made to gape a bit...? 🙈🙈

Eating ass is something that.. I'll never do personally. But if you're willing to eat me out instead...? 😳

Grinding myself against the Ferri while shaking my ass and him eating me out? Let's just say I grabbed his head and never let go. I was in fucking bliss. Many many orgasms were had. I fucking love being made to cum so much that I go limp. It's the best fucking feeling in the world, and I'll never get tired of it. 🥰

After that entire delightful treat, I had him carry me to the couch (I don't even know or remember when he had stripped everything off) where I just curled up with my head nuzzled into his lap with his hard fucking cock in my face dripping with precum. And I had my 🍭 treat. For the record, I only lick 🍭.. so that's what I did. Unwrapped it from his wrapper. Licked it and savoured it with my eyes closed, still curled up. Occasionally burying my face into his crotch (My new favorite thing is a guy who puts deodorant down there). I was tired from the endless orgasms and I needed a nap. But not before I got my cum. So.. I just licked and licked at his head and frenulum until I got my reward.

He exploded all over my face, or more accurately, over one cheek, my ear, and into my hair as I was laying sideways into his lap. He was instructed to stay put and pat my head and stroke my hair even after I fell asleep. And he was allowed to rub his dick in my face and jizz all over it as I slept if he could manage to orgasm. There was no space for him to use his hands to jack off though, so if he wanted to cum, it would have to be using me snuggled into his lap.

I fell asleep not long after he came. Cleanup? What's that? It was a very warm and revitalizing nap. I wish I could say I woke up to a fresh load on my face, but life isn't perfect. Oh well. Next time.

It was late afternoon now. I was starving. I hadn't had breakfast yet since I was stuck in bed just masturbating this morning, and H came over right before lunchtime. He also hadn't ate all day either.

I was also a mess, with dried cum all over half my face and hair, desperately in need of a shower.

If you're unable to guess the decision I made next, you don't deserve to be following me.

We got food. Though the tiny bit of rationality, moral decency, and self-preservation instincts left in me guided us to a take out place nearby, as opposed to a dine-in location.

Sure we could have ordered takeout.. but fuck. It's all just an excuse for me to attempt another cumwalk.. and I was wondering what the difference would be with dried up cum this time round.

Checked myself out in the mirror closely before we went out. It was.. not very noticeable unless you were intentionally paying close attention to it. Honestly, my hair was far worse. >.< It was very disheveled, frizzy, and sticking all over the place. I had worked up a sweat earlier, and it just felt really gross and messy overall. Not to mention the dried cum on it. I had a very noticeable clump of hair that stuck together in a very messy and unnatural gravity-defying way by my left ear. I could also feel small sections of hair that had hardened and clumped together at the back of my head from where the cum had launched over and past my head landing on the hair behind.

As for how it felt on my face? Uncomfortable. Dry. Crackly. Almost like a thin film over my skin.

ANYWAYS.

We went out, got food, and came back. I... didn't really notice any extra odd or disapproving looks, other than at my general disheveled appearance. 😓

We scarfed down our food with how ravenous both of us were, before heading to clean up in the shower. He naturally offered me to go first since I was in a worse state.. but I had him join me instead.

What can I say. The last time I showered with a guy.. fuck. 😮‍💨

OK here's an impromptu confession. I've been constantly hesitant and debating on whether or not I should write about my time with Mr. Affluent. It.. was largely unpleasant for the most part. There can only be so many ways to write how I sucked his cock. Took it like a whore. Had my facefucked. Was degraded and humiliated and forced to beg and eventually coerced into doing other unmentionable things. We were scheduled to meet for 10 hours. I broke and started crying around the 6th. He took me out for dinner, I went back to his place unplanned, one thing led to another, and we ended up showering together. Mr. Affluent.. provided me a level of aftercare I had never encountered in my life. That shower together was so fucking sensual and intimate.. 😭 it fucked with my mind in so many ways and made me so confused. I came like a whimpering mess on his thighs, clinging to him for support and comfort as he held me in the hot water.. it probably goes into my top 3 most intense and memorable orgasms ever. At his hands. 🥲

Anyways. It's been a scene that has stayed with me and replays in my mind every now and then.. and I'll admit I've masturbated a couple of times in the shower alone thinking about that moment since.

So.. that is probably the biggest reason why I invited H in with me. An unconscious need and desire to recreate that experience. Regardless of my intentions. Our shower was a pleasant one.

We washed each other up and enjoyed groping and exploring each other's bodies. Him more than me, but I digress. I told him if he wanted to be with me for the long run, he'd have to learn to wash my hair. He agreed and slowly worked at it section by section. 🥰 While he was busy with my hair, I was engrossed with his cock. Washing it, caressing it, stroking it, rubbing it against my body. Trying to learn his bodily reactions. We came out like prunes, but no regrets.

After toweling off, I led him to the couch once again, still naked. I got a pillow and made myself comfortable kneeling between his legs. I asked H if he still wanted me to edge him and give him a ruined orgasm like I promised. He left the choice up to me, saying that he was here to make it up to me and make me happy today, so my choice was his choice. 🥰

I may or may not have gushed a bit. Honestly, it had been a fucking amazing day and turned out far better than I had expected or imagined. I received all the orgasms I had been craving and felt incredibly thankful to him and lucky.. so I promised H we would save the ruined orgasms for another time, and instead, I'd pamper him after he had pampered me for the entire day. So while he wielded a hairdryer to dry my hair, I snuggled into his crotch and gave him the most sensual and loving blowjob I could muster. No cock worship, no dirty talking, no teasing, no facefucking. Just eye contact. Light caresses. Kisses. Licks. Hums. And taking him into my mouth and bobbing my head. I thanked him for coming over on such short notice. Told him how much I enjoyed the entire day. How I looked forward to arranging another session with him. I encouraged him on his job search, and promised him 1 session of under the desk support in the future.

He came. I took it in my mouth, showed him his load. Swallowed it. Then got up and kissed him, and we just cuddled together naked in a lotus position..

..

It eventually got late, so he left. And.. that was that. 😇

H arrived with 5:21 on the timer left.

Entering the unit, I forbade H from speaking until further notice and had him immediately lie down on the floor right by the entrance wherein I immediately sat on his face in a kneeling/squat position as I was already fully naked and awaiting his arrival. I didn't spare him a single bit and parked all 45kg of unbridled horniness onto his mouth with every intention of suffocating him with my pussy.

I mean, sure. I said I'd get him off with a ruined orgasm if he came over. But who the fuck cares about him right now? Today was about me and my satisfaction and enjoyment. I was in greater need of an orgasm. Not him. His impending ruined orgasm was just another avenue of pleasure for me. There was no fucking way he would be allowed to orgasm before me, especially on a day meant for my satisfaction.

I was absolutely feral and intertwined both of my hands into his black and unkempt hair and proceeded to grind and ride his face till kingdom come. Or more precisely I came. His hair was his leash, and I was not gentle in the least, constantly tugging and pulling upwards to get more contact and stimulation. I had only one thing on my mind, and it was to get those little receptors firing in my brain on full blast so I could get my hit of oxytocin and dopamine. Nothing else mattered.

How was H fairing underneath me? I have no fucking clue and I honestly didn't care. His pussy eating skills in this position, or lack thereof was made up by my sheer determination and unrelenting grinding on his face. I was probably humping his nose at one point. 🙈 He's alive now, and that's all that matters. I hadn't felt so in control since that time with Mr. Author where I rode his face like a Throne, but this was 100x more intense. I was determined to orgasm like this. And I did. How long did it take? No fucking clue. Too long. And also too short. It was a fucking intoxicating experience, just focusing solely on my own pleasure.

I was already so fucking wet and grooly(?) before he arrived. And it just intensified. Oh. And did I mention I plugged myself before he came? So sometime through, I became a true cowgirl and had one hand in his hair, the other behind me tugging and pulling at my plug. I came gloriously in a leg quivering mess.

I'm once again convinced that orgasms are 70%+ mental stimulation, and 30%- physical stimulation. The actual physical stimulation was lacking, but the mental aspect was so far and above the norm. The complete domination. Being able to send a public message and have H come running because I ordered it just so I could use his mouth and face as I pleased was a rush I had never experienced before. IT IS FUCKING ADDICTING.

I came in a gasping, breathless, quivering mess on top of him, and fell forward. I'm still sitting on his face. I'm still slowly rocking my hips on his mouth to extend my orgasm.

The best part? I'm blown away by how thoughtful and attuned H was in the moment. 10/10 would ride again. He wraps his arms around my thighs and locks me in place on top of his mouth as I'm quivering and shaking, and glues his mouth against my clit and just sucked. And sucked. And sucked. And licked. And sucked. Holy fucking God it was a trip. That move extended my orgasm by a good couple minutes as I continued jerking and shaking intermittently. He's a fucking natural. Or he's a fucking God. Or he's watched too much porn/hentai/whatever else. I don't fucking know and I don't fucking care as long as he keeps that up. Yeah. I'm fucking stroking his ego right now and I'm sure I'll regret it in the future. 🖕Don't become an arrogant piece of shit H. 🖕

By the time I finally recollected myself and my orgasm had subsided and caught my breath, I sat up languidly, fucking soaked in sweat and my hair was clinging to my body. I was still seated completely on him with my full weight, and H patted my ass to what I'm assuming was a signal for me to get off. 😤

I didn't want to. So I ground on him some more to remind him who was in charge. Eventually however, I did get up and changed to squatting over him, so I could get him to lick every inch of me clean. I was a very wet and dirty girl. I still wish I was a squirting gal. That would have been so fucking hot. But alas. I'm assuming it'll require vaginal penetration and stimulation at my gspot/bladder for it to happen?

Anyways. I'm still weak in my legs, so my squatting was supported by both hands behind me on his chest. When I'm finally satisfied with his clean up, I rolled over to one side to free him, as I try to stand up. Unsuccessfully. He gets up before me, and he has to help me stand. I have him help me towards the table, where I collapse onto it, bent over it with my legs hanging off the side. It's fucking uncomfortable, but I wanted the height for what I had planned next.

I ask him to go grab a couple pillows for me, water, as well as any of my toys he wanted. It was time for a pop quiz. I was hungry for more orgasms. I had taught him, intimately, how I liked to be toyed with. It was now time to see how well he would perform. I gave him 45mins, and he'd have to make me orgasm 9 times within the time limit while I laid there bent over for him or I'd punish him. Perfectly doable right? Especially seeing as how I had already handed him a guide. 😇

I'm perfectly confident all the chads and self-proclaimed alphas here on reddit could also easily accomplish it with no problem.

I.. also confessed and told him the reason as to why I had summoned him that day. How a redditor had riled me up in the morning and got me so horny I had to get my release somehow, and how he was the convenient choice. I mean... that was our agreement to begin with. He volunteered himself to be an outlet for my desires. In all honesty, I'm not in the habit of cucking/intentionally humiliating or being mean to people. I really did appreciate how willing H was to come over at the drop of a hat based on my whims. Though I did instruct him to thank the redditor in question after every orgasm he got to experience for the day, which he seemed to agree, maybe not enthusiastically, but it seemed genuine on his part. I also hinted again how if he could learn to make me cum endlessly, I'd be fucking hooked and brainwashed by him and wouldn't be able to resist calling for his services on his own merit in the future. It's an idea that I KNOW is already on his mind as he's joked about it before. I told him all this with the belief.. that it would spur him on and motivate him. 🥰

Anyways.

😇😇😇😇😇

He failed. 🤭😇😈

His punishment? He'd be licking my plug and anal toys clean, before eating my ass for 30 minutes.

If he had any hope of reaching his target, he had to play with my ass. That gave me a very nice warm up and got me nice and loose (or looser) for him. I had him get me so messy and dirty for him, then as his punishment, he had to clean me up. 🥰

I've.. been playing with and developing my anal repertoire more and more recently, and I was really fucking excited to take this next step. Having him stick his tongue in there 😳🥵🥵🥵 after having been made to gape a bit...? 🙈🙈

Eating ass is something that.. I'll never do personally. But if you're willing to eat me out instead...? 😳

Grinding myself against the Ferri while shaking my ass and him eating me out? Let's just say I grabbed his head and never let go. I was in fucking bliss. Many many orgasms were had. I fucking love being made to cum so much that I go limp. It's the best fucking feeling in the world, and I'll never get tired of it. 🥰

After that entire delightful treat, I had him carry me to the couch (I don't even know or remember when he had stripped everything off) where I just curled up with my head nuzzled into his lap with his hard fucking cock in my face dripping with precum. And I had my 🍭 treat. For the record, I only lick 🍭.. so that's what I did. Unwrapped it from his wrapper. Licked it and savoured it with my eyes closed, still curled up. Occasionally burying my face into his crotch (My new favorite thing is a guy who puts deodorant down there). I was tired from the endless orgasms and I needed a nap. But not before I got my cum. So.. I just licked and licked at his head and frenulum until I got my reward.

He exploded all over my face, or more accurately, over one cheek, my ear, and into my hair as I was laying sideways into his lap. He was instructed to stay put and pat my head and stroke my hair even after I fell asleep. And he was allowed to rub his dick in my face and jizz all over it as I slept if he could manage to orgasm. There was no space for him to use his hands to jack off though, so if he wanted to cum, it would have to be using me snuggled into his lap.

I fell asleep not long after he came. Cleanup? What's that? It was a very warm and revitalizing nap. I wish I could say I woke up to a fresh load on my face, but life isn't perfect. Oh well. Next time.

It was late afternoon now. I was starving. I hadn't had breakfast yet since I was stuck in bed just masturbating this morning, and H came over right before lunchtime. He also hadn't ate all day either.

I was also a mess, with dried cum all over half my face and hair, desperately in need of a shower.

If you're unable to guess the decision I made next, you don't deserve to be following me.

We got food. Though the tiny bit of rationality, moral decency, and self-preservation instincts left in me guided us to a take out place nearby, as opposed to a dine-in location.

Sure we could have ordered takeout.. but fuck. It's all just an excuse for me to attempt another cumwalk.. and I was wondering what the difference would be with dried up cum this time round.

Checked myself out in the mirror closely before we went out. It was.. not very noticeable unless you were intentionally paying close attention to it. Honestly, my hair was far worse. >.< It was very disheveled, frizzy, and sticking all over the place. I had worked up a sweat earlier, and it just felt really gross and messy overall. Not to mention the dried cum on it. I had a very noticeable clump of hair that stuck together in a very messy and unnatural gravity-defying way by my left ear. I could also feel small sections of hair that had hardened and clumped together at the back of my head from where the cum had launched over and past my head landing on the hair behind.

As for how it felt on my face? Uncomfortable. Dry. Crackly. Almost like a thin film over my skin.

ANYWAYS.

We went out, got food, and came back. I... didn't really notice any extra odd or disapproving looks, other than at my general disheveled appearance. 😓

We scarfed down our food with how ravenous both of us were, before heading to clean up in the shower. He naturally offered me to go first since I was in a worse state.. but I had him join me instead.

What can I say. The last time I showered with a guy.. fuck. 😮‍💨

OK here's an impromptu confession. I've been constantly hesitant and debating on whether or not I should write about my time with Mr. Affluent. It.. was largely unpleasant for the most part. There can only be so many ways to write how I sucked his cock. Took it like a whore. Had my facefucked. Was degraded and humiliated and forced to beg and eventually coerced into doing other unmentionable things. We were scheduled to meet for 10 hours. I broke and started crying around the 6th. He took me out for dinner, I went back to his place unplanned, one thing led to another, and we ended up showering together. Mr. Affluent.. provided me a level of aftercare I had never encountered in my life. That shower together was so fucking sensual and intimate.. 😭 it fucked with my mind in so many ways and made me so confused. I came like a whimpering mess on his thighs, clinging to him for support and comfort as he held me in the hot water.. it probably goes into my top 3 most intense and memorable orgasms ever. At his hands. 🥲

Anyways. It's been a scene that has stayed with me and replays in my mind every now and then.. and I'll admit I've masturbated a couple of times in the shower alone thinking about that moment since.

So.. that is probably the biggest reason why I invited H in with me. An unconscious need and desire to recreate that experience. Regardless of my intentions. Our shower was a pleasant one.

We washed each other up and enjoyed groping and exploring each other's bodies. Him more than me, but I digress. I told him if he wanted to be with me for the long run, he'd have to learn to wash my hair. He agreed and slowly worked at it section by section. 🥰 While he was busy with my hair, I was engrossed with his cock. Washing it, caressing it, stroking it, rubbing it against my body. Trying to learn his bodily reactions. We came out like prunes, but no regrets.

After toweling off, I led him to the couch once again, still naked. I got a pillow and made myself comfortable kneeling between his legs. I asked H if he still wanted me to edge him and give him a ruined orgasm like I promised. He left the choice up to me, saying that he was here to make it up to me and make me happy today, so my choice was his choice. 🥰

I may or may not have gushed a bit. Honestly, it had been a fucking amazing day and turned out far better than I had expected or imagined. I received all the orgasms I had been craving and felt incredibly thankful to him and lucky.. so I promised H we would save the ruined orgasms for another time, and instead, I'd pamper him after he had pampered me for the entire day. So while he wielded a hairdryer to dry my hair, I snuggled into his crotch and gave him the most sensual and loving blowjob I could muster. No cock worship, no dirty talking, no teasing, no facefucking. Just eye contact. Light caresses. Kisses. Licks. Hums. And taking him into my mouth and bobbing my head. I thanked him for coming over on such short notice. Told him how much I enjoyed the entire day. How I looked forward to arranging another session with him. I encouraged him on his job search, and promised him 1 session of under the desk support in the future.

He came. I took it in my mouth, showed him his load. Swallowed it. Then got up and kissed him, and we just cuddled together naked in a lotus position..

..

It eventually got late, so he left. And.. that was that. 😇

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If you desire context/backstory, click here.

If you noticed and wondered why everything disappeared.. I basically got spooked and set everything to private, about to nuke everything.

Long story short (jk. When are my posts ever short 🤗 and you guys love me for it... RIGHT?), one of the guys managed to find this account through one of my previous posts.. In his words, after we had hashed things out: "a healthy mix of curiosity, thirstiness, motivation, and ample free time while unemployed and getting ghosted by every company hiring" and the belief that "if you did post in a specific subreddit, I would be able to find you sorting by top, though imagine my surprise when I find you on traumatizedsluts of all places." ☠️☠️

Got a text from him Tuesday morning "Hey Nat, what would it take for me to become a Mister in your life?" 😱😱

Terrified of answering, and lots of advice I got was to ignore, so that's what I did.. ghosted him. I was extremely distracted and on tenterhooks the entire time with my mind racing through the possibilities and fearing the worst. You have no clue how fucking scary those first few days were. That deep sinking feeling in your core, your stomache churning, constant trembling and cold sweats. The fear and anxiety was killing me, I couldn't focus on work or chores without my mind wandering away to the lurid possibilities. The 3 days wreaked havoc on my mind, mindfucking me and rewiring my brain.

.. at the same time though.. fuck. 💀 I learned I have a blackmail&coercion kink. I.. will not dignify the thoughts and fantasies that plagued my mind by putting them into words. Especially since SOMEONE can now read them. But suffice it to say.. I was busy. If any of you are.. interested in this kink.. stay tuned! Your chance will come as there are plenty of open positions as potential blackmailers 🥰.

Anyways. Ghosted him until a couple days later, he sends me a joke cover letter and shitty (affectionately) resume complete with 'experiences', 'skills' and an objective to apply for any available 'positions' I might want filling. The entire thing was hilariously absurd and adorable. Follows it up with a 1-2 gutpunch of the cutest sad puppy eyes gif (HAVE I MENTIONED I'M A COMPLETE SUCKER FOR 🐕 😭) and a plea to at the very least formally reject him and not ghost him like the hundreds of other applications he's sent out in hopes of finding a job.

Fuuuck.. I felt so fucking bad. Was it sympathy/empathy/pity/all of the above? It's honestly ROUGH out here. I've been fortunate enough to at the very least find a filler job as a receptionist (I wonder how..🤔, though with each passing day I'm more and more convinced it must have been my outfit choice 🤭💀), but it's not ideal and I've still been applying for other jobs actually relevant to my degree and intended career to no avail. It's like shouting into the void with the complete lack of feedback and dead silence. Feels like nothing changes at all and it just becomes so fucking demoralizing and depressing. I'm honest enough to say that I've cried myself to sleep more than once just dreading the current job market and thinking towards the future.

I.. caved and texted him back and we just started chatting and bonding. I tried to set my boundaries while he just explains he has no malicious intentions and/or desire to share what he's found with others. His 'application' was a hail mary and also served as a form of stress relief and fun break in the midst of his unending job applications with no hope in sight.

"H" and I eventually came to an understanding. No Mister because it feels weird to call someone my age Mister. Maybe I'll change my mind in the future if something changes or he earns it somehow.

Anyways. H promises to keep my secret with no strings attached. He's also offering me complete ownership of his orgasms and cum, alongside any of his actual skills from his multimedia degree if I want it, since he's seen my obvious struggles with editing&quality. Fuck you H. 💀

I promised to give him honest consideration if I'm ever desperately horny and in need of a mouth, hands, dick or cum since I apparently now have claim over his. Or if I require assistance in fulfilling any kinks/ fantasies I might have.. Is this what it means to be fuckbuddies/fwb??? Wtf I have a fwb now?!? That is one thing I never thought would happen, since I'm very monogamous.

Oh. And I made due on my promise like a good little slut girl and became a temporary pet. There were.. a number of contributing factors. H was a partial contributor to the night and events that led to breaking my orgasm drought despite being completely oblivious and unaware of that fact. I wanted to subconsciously try to bribe and thank him for his silence. My mind was going crazy from my blackmail&coercion fantasies that I wanted to play it out once and pretend I was forced to be a virgin's obedient little fucktoy.

YOU DIDN'T READ THAT LAST BIT OKAY H? CAPICHE??

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I invited him to stay over on Friday night under the guise of stress relief and my flimsy promise of being a pet to thank whoever managed to make me cum. Made it abundantly clear that this was a one-time special occasion and that something like this will never happen again. Was nervous as shit, since it was our first time together, my first time with a guy my age (next closest was my TA back in university who was 7 years older than me), and first time with a virgin so I didn't quite know what to expect. I just defaulted on my training from Mr. Surgeon since I'm assuming most guys won't be too picky if I'm just being a submissive fucktoy.

Cooked him dinner for one before he came over. Greeted and welcomed him to my place while I knelt by the door completely naked and collared, with my leash in my mouth for him to assume control and my hands tucked behind my back. The look on his face after he opened the door as he bugged out at my vulnerable state (just our second time meeting face to face) was priceless. He froze for half a minute just staring at me in shock and dare I say amazement/ incredulity (I'm so fucking proud of myself)? All while the door was still ajar and anyone else who happened to pass by in the hallway would have been able to see me as well. Seeing his eyes ungloss itself and his mind start to function again with how hilariously cute and fast he turned to slam the door shut to prevent anyone else from seeing me. 👨‍🍳👄

He then spent what seemed like a good 2 minutes just staring and admiring me in silence, looking up and down my body as I just continued to quietly look up at him, with my neck outstretched and chin jutted towards him, leash in mouth for him to wield.

When he finally hesitantly took the leash from me, I gave the hand holding my leash a series of kisses, before shuffling forward to press my face against the crotch of his jeans, feeling his undeniable erection and laying a couple kisses on it over the fabric.

H was just so shy and hesitant, I knew we would never get anywhere at this rate, so I finally spoke up and reminded him "I'm your obedient pet for tonight. Free for you to use, control, and command as you wish. You can touch, grope, and manhandle me however you like. You can be as gentle or rough as you want. Don't worry about breaking me, I'll let you know if I actually want you to stop. My safe word is mango. Okay? Repeat after me. Mango."

He complied, but he was still.. frozen there. As if he didn't know how to proceed and it was too overwhelming for him so I took it upon myself to continue topping from the bottom as they say. (First time with someone less experienced than me.. so it was definitely an unfamiliar dynamic). I humbly requested if I could take his shoes off for him. He robotically started to take them off himself, before I stopped him with my hands and told him to stand still and to leave everything to me instead, as it was my job as his pet.

"Would you like to inspect me better?" Nods. I found both of his hands and directed one to grope a boob while the other I directed towards my neck and throat as a sign of submission. He immediately became distracted and began playing with my nipple with the one hand, while I had to physically control his other hand to properly grip my neck in a choking motion, which finally got his attention back. If we were to go anywhere, I knew I had to overcome his initial shyness and general hesitancy, so I knew I had to make him more..primal&feral(?)

I redirected the hand on my nipple to my mouth, and I began sensually licking the tip of his fingers while maintaining eye contact, which moved to placing his thumb and different fingers in turn into my mouth to suck on, and then eventually licking them while they were in my mouth, and shoving them deeper and deeper. I stopped after a good little while, and asked him if he enjoyed that. Of course he did. The man was fucking mute.

"You know.. that could have been your cock instead of your fingers.. if you so wish." Nods. "Would you like that?" Nods. "Can I take off your pants? They look uncomfortable." Nods. "Can I kiss your cock?" Nods. "Can I suck it?" Nods. "..Deepthroat it?" Vigorous Nods. "..Worship it?" Furious nodding. "Can I have your cum then?" More vigorous nodding. I was dealing with a bobble-head. 😑

"OK. But I'm just your pet, so I need your orders." patiently looks up at him..........

"Take off my pants." Finishes, but his boxers are still there, tented, and with a small but unmistakable wet spot. I await further instructions. "Take off my boxers.... with your mouth!" he quickly amends when my hands reach the waistband. dingdingding he has arrived and we have liftoff!! I deliberately position my mouth to the centre of his waistband closest to his dick and use my lips to pinch the waistband and slowly peel it off. I intentionally let myself get cock slapped as it finally comes free, and slowly peel his boxers all the way by bending down while trying to maintain maximum skin-to-skin contact with my face, till it reaches his ankles. On my way back up, I give extra service and leave a trail of kisses along his calves and inner thighs before ending at his balls and letting his length rest on my face as I breathe in his scent. Someone used deodorant down there?!

He had me stare at the head of his cock while he pressed himself between my eyes in what I now understand as an attempt to make me go cross-eyed. I could feel the slightest hint of wetness on my nosebridge from his precum.

I.. couldn't resist and asked him if he could peel back his skin so I could worship him in his full glistening glory. He chuckled for the first time, fully getting into it now and said that that could be arranged, but I would need to ask him nicely. I understood the game at that point and began to beg him to let me admire and worship his cock, while peppering kisses at the base of his cock and on his balls.

"Sir~ please let your needy slut lay her eyes on your magnificent uncut cock." 💋 "Master~ your devoted pet humbly requests permission to taste your cum." 💋 "Daddy~ I'll be your good little girl so don't I deserve a treat?" twitch

I wasn't sure if it was coincidence or if I had found what I was looking for, but it was easy to test and I got right to it, continuously calling him daddy in my sweetest and cutest whiny voice. I had struck gold going by his reactions. I still don't understand why it was that 'daddy' was his trigger of all things to call him when we're the same age, but hey. No kink shaming I guess. With the constant twitches of his cock, there was already a bead of precum fighting a losing battle against gravity as it was slowly dripping down in a strand that I caught with my tongue, before following it back to the source and giving him a kiss on the half exposed tip. That was soon followed by a quick lick, then several more.

"Daddy~ I'm hungry~~ I've only made dinner for one.. You need to take responsibility and make sure your little girl doesn't go to bed with an empty stomache~" All the while, I maintain constant eye contact and my hands search out for his, guiding them to either side of my head so he can take control.

That seemed to do the trick as he held my head and just thrust in unannounced. This next part caught me by surprise, as he immediately started grunting and ejaculated once half his dick was in my mouth, on the first thrust. He wasn't done however, and as he continued his orgasm, he shoved himself to the base, and came directly in the back of my mouth, holding and locking my head in place while he did that pseudo-thrust/hip jerk with each pulse of his orgasm. The suddenness of the entire sequence had me unprepared and triggered my gag reflux, as I tried to tamp down my natural instinct to struggle, and not to accidental chomp(?) him as I sputtered in place. >.< It got very very messy as his first and largest rope of cum mixed with my saliva and throat juice, covering him and there were long strands connecting him to my mouth when he finally pulled out.

I'm still not sure if he was just too amped up, the stimulation was too much or if he's just slightly premature, but it is what it is. Also worth noting was that he was a virgin lacking experience so that likely contributed a bit. A positive worth pointing out was that he was still rock hard after orgasming. I'm used to guys going soft or half soft after an orgasm, but I'm guessing that might just be the age factor.. and H was without a doubt the youngest guy I've been with, so his equipment was basically fresh and brand new.

He looked incredibly embarrassed, so I did my best to gloss over what just happened and thanked him for his cum before pointing out that his dick was still hard, I was still hungry, we were still connected by sticky strands of fluids and my mouth was still available and willing. For fun, I managed to blow out some saliva bubbles. 😳🤗 That stirred him into action and I just handed him full control of my head for the next 10 minutes as he fucked my face until he came into my mouth a second time. He was very gentle starting off, so I had to constantly encourage him to be rougher, to hold me down for longer, and assure him that I would be fine and not break. My thinking was that if he got more primal, he'd quickly overcome his previous embarrassment and the entire evening would proceed more smoothly. When he finally came, I let his cum rest in my mouth and waited for him to recollect himself after his orgasm and finally look at me, presenting him with his load before making a big swallowing motion, and then showing him my empty mouth. Followed that up with my best cleanup blowjob, licking up all my slobber, but quite simply.. his entire pelvic region was drenched so I did what I could.

Seeing as how he was temporarily satiated, I gave him a quick tour, if it can even be considered that, of my studio apartment. Sat him by the table and served him dinner (chicken pesto pasta 🤤) before getting to my place between his knees and nursing his cock back to life while he dined. When he was finished, he hesitantly asked me why I went to such lengths instead of joining him for dinner as well. Not that he wasn't happy or super appreciative and enjoying his time and my attention. ...

💀 fuck. I had to embarrassingly explain how the thought had never crossed my mind and that I was just thinking solely of making sure he enjoyed himself that night.. and that I almost never eat meals together with my partner at a table unless we're eating out. Fuck Mr. Surgeon's conditioning... breakfast after every night together was either in bed like a princess, or more commonly on my knees between his legs on my princess pillow. It honestly feels second nature at this point to suck cock while the guy eats.. 😭😭 there is something wrong with me.. and my compulsion to regularly fast doesn't help..

Anyways. After dinner, he asked me to put on a movie (GO WATCH THE CHEMIST!!) and we just cuddled together to watch it. Well. He watched it. I was more distracted by slowly licking, kissing and pumping his cock while my head was snuggled in his lap. He came once more in my mouth during the movie. I was about to clean it up with a tissue thinking he wouldn't notice before he caught me and ordered me to swallow it instead, saying he was just doing his job of making sure I was properly fed. Fucking cheeky bastard, using my own words against me so that I couldn't argue. 😠

With the movie over, he wanted to "thank me for the unforgettable night", so he got it into his head that he wanted to learn how to make me cum my little brains out for him. He ordered me to bring out my favorite toys and give him a solo masturbation show. 😭😳

It didn't take long for me to become a whimpering, needy mess, writhing in place cosumed by pleasure and my first O. There's something about being made to show someone else how you masturbate, narrating each action, where the most sensitive areas are, explaining what I enjoy, why I do the things I do, and exposing what the most effective methods to making me come that is.. so intimate, vulnerable and compromising. Literally handed him a full on guide on how to transform me into a helpless puddle at his fingertips.

Not yet satisfied, H asks when and how I got my best orgasm. I considered for a couple moments before answering with the massage orgasm bestowed to me by Mr. Author's massage.. and that became his next obsession. He ordered me to play the hegre massage videos that I'm so obsessed with so he could learn from and attempt to emulate them, while I as the dutiful pet was instructed to just lay there, relax, and let him practice, forbidden from moving.

Fuck. Him.

I was naked and lying on my back in bed with my legs spread eagle, each foot cuffed to a hand, completely defenseless and at his mercy while he just.. toyed with me.

It must've lasted hours. It felt like hours. I don't even know if he was doing it on purpose, unintentionally edging me. He just took his goddamned slow time with everything. I kept begging him for more. More attention, more pressure, more stimulation, more fingers, anything. He ignores me and continues his slow measured pace while studying and replaying parts of the video. I was moaning and whimpering endlessly, and when I had lost my patience with him, I started swearing at him. But it was fucking late. Like past midnight at this point. And smart-ass decided to gag me. Stuffed a pair of panties into my mouth, then used a ball gag. That fucker. I tried Mango 2 separate times, but he just completely ignored it both times. I eventually got tired and gave up screaming, just laying there like a fish and desperately flopping/humping the air and/or his finger/hands.

#of orgasms? I don't know. Not because I had too many to count, but the opposite? My mind and body were genuinely confused. It was just torture and pleasure blended together into a mindfucking experience. Can confirm I orgasmed at the end though. 10/10 never again. I like forced orgasms and overstimulation. Orgasm denial? Fuck no.

When he finally untied me, I was a complete mess and just curled up into a ball of exhaustion and passed out. Didn't even have the energy to confront him.

He stayed over. I tore him a new one in the morning. His excuse was that he couldn't recognize my muffled pleas from me saying my safeword because of the double gag. He has been relegated to the dog house and is now permanently groveling to somehow get back into my good graces and off my shit list. Kicked him out of my place after I had said my piece.

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Quotes from H:

"Best ROI for the 3hrs spent looking for your account on reddit."

"My worst and most unqualified resume turned out to be the most successful."

"You've probably ruined head for me."

"You're living rent-free."

"FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

"I want to feed you like this everyday."

If you noticed and wondered why everything disappeared.. I basically got spooked and set everything to private, about to nuke everything.

Long story short (jk. When are my posts ever short 🤗 and you guys love me for it... RIGHT?), one of the guys managed to find this account through one of my previous posts.. In his words, after we had hashed things out: "a healthy mix of curiosity, thirstiness, motivation, and ample free time while unemployed and getting ghosted by every company hiring" and the belief that "if you did post in a specific subreddit, I would be able to find you sorting by top, though imagine my surprise when I find you on traumatizedsluts of all places." ☠️☠️

Got a text from him Tuesday morning "Hey Nat, what would it take for me to become a Mister in your life?" 😱😱

Terrified of answering, and lots of advice I got was to ignore, so that's what I did.. ghosted him. I was extremely distracted and on tenterhooks the entire time with my mind racing through the possibilities and fearing the worst. You have no clue how fucking scary those first few days were. That deep sinking feeling in your core, your stomache churning, constant trembling and cold sweats. The fear and anxiety was killing me, I couldn't focus on work or chores without my mind wandering away to the lurid possibilities. The 3 days wreaked havoc on my mind, mindfucking me and rewiring my brain.

.. at the same time though.. fuck. 💀 I learned I have a blackmail&coercion kink. I.. will not dignify the thoughts and fantasies that plagued my mind by putting them into words. Especially since SOMEONE can now read them. But suffice it to say.. I was busy. If any of you are.. interested in this kink.. stay tuned! Your chance will come as there are plenty of open positions as potential blackmailers 🥰.

Anyways. Ghosted him until a couple days later, he sends me a joke cover letter and shitty (affectionately) resume complete with 'experiences', 'skills' and an objective to apply for any available 'positions' I might want filling. The entire thing was hilariously absurd and adorable. Follows it up with a 1-2 gutpunch of the cutest sad puppy eyes gif (HAVE I MENTIONED I'M A COMPLETE SUCKER FOR 🐕 😭) and a plea to at the very least formally reject him and not ghost him like the hundreds of other applications he's sent out in hopes of finding a job.

Fuuuck.. I felt so fucking bad. Was it sympathy/empathy/pity/all of the above? It's honestly ROUGH out here. I've been fortunate enough to at the very least find a filler job as a receptionist (I wonder how..🤔, though with each passing day I'm more and more convinced it must have been my outfit choice 🤭💀), but it's not ideal and I've still been applying for other jobs actually relevant to my degree and intended career to no avail. It's like shouting into the void with the complete lack of feedback and dead silence. Feels like nothing changes at all and it just becomes so fucking demoralizing and depressing. I'm honest enough to say that I've cried myself to sleep more than once just dreading the current job market and thinking towards the future.

I.. caved and texted him back and we just started chatting and bonding. I tried to set my boundaries while he just explains he has no malicious intentions and/or desire to share what he's found with others. His 'application' was a hail mary and also served as a form of stress relief and fun break in the midst of his unending job applications with no hope in sight.

"H" and I eventually came to an understanding. No Mister because it feels weird to call someone my age Mister. Maybe I'll change my mind in the future if something changes or he earns it somehow.

Anyways. H promises to keep my secret with no strings attached. He's also offering me complete ownership of his orgasms and cum, alongside any of his actual skills from his multimedia degree if I want it, since he's seen my obvious struggles with editing&quality. Fuck you H. 💀

I promised to give him honest consideration if I'm ever desperately horny and in need of a mouth, hands, dick or cum since I apparently now have claim over his. Or if I require assistance in fulfilling any kinks/ fantasies I might have.. Is this what it means to be fuckbuddies/fwb??? Wtf I have a fwb now?!? That is one thing I never thought would happen, since I'm very monogamous.

Oh. And I made due on my promise like a good little slut girl and became a temporary pet. There were.. a number of contributing factors. H was a partial contributor to the night and events that led to breaking my orgasm drought despite being completely oblivious and unaware of that fact. I wanted to subconsciously try to bribe and thank him for his silence. My mind was going crazy from my blackmail&coercion fantasies that I wanted to play it out once and pretend I was forced to be a virgin's obedient little fucktoy.

YOU DIDN'T READ THAT LAST BIT OKAY H? CAPICHE??

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I invited him to stay over on Friday night under the guise of stress relief and my flimsy promise of being a pet to thank whoever managed to make me cum. Made it abundantly clear that this was a one-time special occasion and that something like this will never happen again. Was nervous as shit, since it was our first time together, my first time with a guy my age (next closest was my TA back in university who was 7 years older than me), and first time with a virgin so I didn't quite know what to expect. I just defaulted on my training from Mr. Surgeon since I'm assuming most guys won't be too picky if I'm just being a submissive fucktoy.

Cooked him dinner for one before he came over. Greeted and welcomed him to my place while I knelt by the door completely naked and collared, with my leash in my mouth for him to assume control and my hands tucked behind my back. The look on his face after he opened the door as he bugged out at my vulnerable state (just our second time meeting face to face) was priceless. He froze for half a minute just staring at me in shock and dare I say amazement/ incredulity (I'm so fucking proud of myself)? All while the door was still ajar and anyone else who happened to pass by in the hallway would have been able to see me as well. Seeing his eyes ungloss itself and his mind start to function again with how hilariously cute and fast he turned to slam the door shut to prevent anyone else from seeing me. 👨‍🍳👄

He then spent what seemed like a good 2 minutes just staring and admiring me in silence, looking up and down my body as I just continued to quietly look up at him, with my neck outstretched and chin jutted towards him, leash in mouth for him to wield.

When he finally hesitantly took the leash from me, I gave the hand holding my leash a series of kisses, before shuffling forward to press my face against the crotch of his jeans, feeling his undeniable erection and laying a couple kisses on it over the fabric.

H was just so shy and hesitant, I knew we would never get anywhere at this rate, so I finally spoke up and reminded him "I'm your obedient pet for tonight. Free for you to use, control, and command as you wish. You can touch, grope, and manhandle me however you like. You can be as gentle or rough as you want. Don't worry about breaking me, I'll let you know if I actually want you to stop. My safe word is mango. Okay? Repeat after me. Mango."

He complied, but he was still.. frozen there. As if he didn't know how to proceed and it was too overwhelming for him so I took it upon myself to continue topping from the bottom as they say. (First time with someone less experienced than me.. so it was definitely an unfamiliar dynamic). I humbly requested if I could take his shoes off for him. He robotically started to take them off himself, before I stopped him with my hands and told him to stand still and to leave everything to me instead, as it was my job as his pet.

"Would you like to inspect me better?" Nods. I found both of his hands and directed one to grope a boob while the other I directed towards my neck and throat as a sign of submission. He immediately became distracted and began playing with my nipple with the one hand, while I had to physically control his other hand to properly grip my neck in a choking motion, which finally got his attention back. If we were to go anywhere, I knew I had to overcome his initial shyness and general hesitancy, so I knew I had to make him more..primal&feral(?)

I redirected the hand on my nipple to my mouth, and I began sensually licking the tip of his fingers while maintaining eye contact, which moved to placing his thumb and different fingers in turn into my mouth to suck on, and then eventually licking them while they were in my mouth, and shoving them deeper and deeper. I stopped after a good little while, and asked him if he enjoyed that. Of course he did. The man was fucking mute.

"You know.. that could have been your cock instead of your fingers.. if you so wish." Nods. "Would you like that?" Nods. "Can I take off your pants? They look uncomfortable." Nods. "Can I kiss your cock?" Nods. "Can I suck it?" Nods. "..Deepthroat it?" Vigorous Nods. "..Worship it?" Furious nodding. "Can I have your cum then?" More vigorous nodding. I was dealing with a bobble-head. 😑

"OK. But I'm just your pet, so I need your orders." patiently looks up at him..........

"Take off my pants." Finishes, but his boxers are still there, tented, and with a small but unmistakable wet spot. I await further instructions. "Take off my boxers.... with your mouth!" he quickly amends when my hands reach the waistband. dingdingding he has arrived and we have liftoff!! I deliberately position my mouth to the centre of his waistband closest to his dick and use my lips to pinch the waistband and slowly peel it off. I intentionally let myself get cock slapped as it finally comes free, and slowly peel his boxers all the way by bending down while trying to maintain maximum skin-to-skin contact with my face, till it reaches his ankles. On my way back up, I give extra service and leave a trail of kisses along his calves and inner thighs before ending at his balls and letting his length rest on my face as I breathe in his scent. Someone used deodorant down there?!

He had me stare at the head of his cock while he pressed himself between my eyes in what I now understand as an attempt to make me go cross-eyed. I could feel the slightest hint of wetness on my nosebridge from his precum.

I.. couldn't resist and asked him if he could peel back his skin so I could worship him in his full glistening glory. He chuckled for the first time, fully getting into it now and said that that could be arranged, but I would need to ask him nicely. I understood the game at that point and began to beg him to let me admire and worship his cock, while peppering kisses at the base of his cock and on his balls.

"Sir~ please let your needy slut lay her eyes on your magnificent uncut cock." 💋 "Master~ your devoted pet humbly requests permission to taste your cum." 💋 "Daddy~ I'll be your good little girl so don't I deserve a treat?" twitch

I wasn't sure if it was coincidence or if I had found what I was looking for, but it was easy to test and I got right to it, continuously calling him daddy in my sweetest and cutest whiny voice. I had struck gold going by his reactions. I still don't understand why it was that 'daddy' was his trigger of all things to call him when we're the same age, but hey. No kink shaming I guess. With the constant twitches of his cock, there was already a bead of precum fighting a losing battle against gravity as it was slowly dripping down in a strand that I caught with my tongue, before following it back to the source and giving him a kiss on the half exposed tip. That was soon followed by a quick lick, then several more.

"Daddy~ I'm hungry~~ I've only made dinner for one.. You need to take responsibility and make sure your little girl doesn't go to bed with an empty stomache~" All the while, I maintain constant eye contact and my hands search out for his, guiding them to either side of my head so he can take control.

That seemed to do the trick as he held my head and just thrust in unannounced. This next part caught me by surprise, as he immediately started grunting and ejaculated once half his dick was in my mouth, on the first thrust. He wasn't done however, and as he continued his orgasm, he shoved himself to the base, and came directly in the back of my mouth, holding and locking my head in place while he did that pseudo-thrust/hip jerk with each pulse of his orgasm. The suddenness of the entire sequence had me unprepared and triggered my gag reflux, as I tried to tamp down my natural instinct to struggle, and not to accidental chomp(?) him as I sputtered in place. >.< It got very very messy as his first and largest rope of cum mixed with my saliva and throat juice, covering him and there were long strands connecting him to my mouth when he finally pulled out.

I'm still not sure if he was just too amped up, the stimulation was too much or if he's just slightly premature, but it is what it is. Also worth noting was that he was a virgin lacking experience so that likely contributed a bit. A positive worth pointing out was that he was still rock hard after orgasming. I'm used to guys going soft or half soft after an orgasm, but I'm guessing that might just be the age factor.. and H was without a doubt the youngest guy I've been with, so his equipment was basically fresh and brand new.

He looked incredibly embarrassed, so I did my best to gloss over what just happened and thanked him for his cum before pointing out that his dick was still hard, I was still hungry, we were still connected by sticky strands of fluids and my mouth was still available and willing. For fun, I managed to blow out some saliva bubbles. 😳🤗 That stirred him into action and I just handed him full control of my head for the next 10 minutes as he fucked my face until he came into my mouth a second time. He was very gentle starting off, so I had to constantly encourage him to be rougher, to hold me down for longer, and assure him that I would be fine and not break. My thinking was that if he got more primal, he'd quickly overcome his previous embarrassment and the entire evening would proceed more smoothly. When he finally came, I let his cum rest in my mouth and waited for him to recollect himself after his orgasm and finally look at me, presenting him with his load before making a big swallowing motion, and then showing him my empty mouth. Followed that up with my best cleanup blowjob, licking up all my slobber, but quite simply.. his entire pelvic region was drenched so I did what I could.

Seeing as how he was temporarily satiated, I gave him a quick tour, if it can even be considered that, of my studio apartment. Sat him by the table and served him dinner (chicken pesto pasta 🤤) before getting to my place between his knees and nursing his cock back to life while he dined. When he was finished, he hesitantly asked me why I went to such lengths instead of joining him for dinner as well. Not that he wasn't happy or super appreciative and enjoying his time and my attention. ...

💀 fuck. I had to embarrassingly explain how the thought had never crossed my mind and that I was just thinking solely of making sure he enjoyed himself that night.. and that I almost never eat meals together with my partner at a table unless we're eating out. Fuck Mr. Surgeon's conditioning... breakfast after every night together was either in bed like a princess, or more commonly on my knees between his legs on my princess pillow. It honestly feels second nature at this point to suck cock while the guy eats.. 😭😭 there is something wrong with me.. and my compulsion to regularly fast doesn't help..

Anyways. After dinner, he asked me to put on a movie (GO WATCH THE CHEMIST!!) and we just cuddled together to watch it. Well. He watched it. I was more distracted by slowly licking, kissing and pumping his cock while my head was snuggled in his lap. He came once more in my mouth during the movie. I was about to clean it up with a tissue thinking he wouldn't notice before he caught me and ordered me to swallow it instead, saying he was just doing his job of making sure I was properly fed. Fucking cheeky bastard, using my own words against me so that I couldn't argue. 😠

With the movie over, he wanted to "thank me for the unforgettable night", so he got it into his head that he wanted to learn how to make me cum my little brains out for him. He ordered me to bring out my favorite toys and give him a solo masturbation show. 😭😳

It didn't take long for me to become a whimpering, needy mess, writhing in place cosumed by pleasure and my first O. There's something about being made to show someone else how you masturbate, narrating each action, where the most sensitive areas are, explaining what I enjoy, why I do the things I do, and exposing what the most effective methods to making me come that is.. so intimate, vulnerable and compromising. Literally handed him a full on guide on how to transform me into a helpless puddle at his fingertips.

Not yet satisfied, H asks when and how I got my best orgasm. I considered for a couple moments before answering with the massage orgasm bestowed to me by Mr. Author's massage.. and that became his next obsession. He ordered me to play the hegre massage videos that I'm so obsessed with so he could learn from and attempt to emulate them, while I as the dutiful pet was instructed to just lay there, relax, and let him practice, forbidden from moving.

Fuck. Him.

I was naked and lying on my back in bed with my legs spread eagle, each foot cuffed to a hand, completely defenseless and at his mercy while he just.. toyed with me.

It must've lasted hours. It felt like hours. I don't even know if he was doing it on purpose, unintentionally edging me. He just took his goddamned slow time with everything. I kept begging him for more. More attention, more pressure, more stimulation, more fingers, anything. He ignores me and continues his slow measured pace while studying and replaying parts of the video. I was moaning and whimpering endlessly, and when I had lost my patience with him, I started swearing at him. But it was fucking late. Like past midnight at this point. And smart-ass decided to gag me. Stuffed a pair of panties into my mouth, then used a ball gag. That fucker. I tried Mango 2 separate times, but he just completely ignored it both times. I eventually got tired and gave up screaming, just laying there like a fish and desperately flopping/humping the air and/or his finger/hands.

#of orgasms? I don't know. Not because I had too many to count, but the opposite? My mind and body were genuinely confused. It was just torture and pleasure blended together into a mindfucking experience. Can confirm I orgasmed at the end though. 10/10 never again. I like forced orgasms and overstimulation. Orgasm denial? Fuck no.

When he finally untied me, I was a complete mess and just curled up into a ball of exhaustion and passed out. Didn't even have the energy to confront him.

He stayed over. I tore him a new one in the morning. His excuse was that he couldn't recognize my muffled pleas from me saying my safeword because of the double gag. He has been relegated to the dog house and is now permanently groveling to somehow get back into my good graces and off my shit list. Kicked him out of my place after I had said my piece.

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Quotes from H:

"Best ROI for the 3hrs spent looking for your account on reddit."

"My worst and most unqualified resume turned out to be the most successful."

"You've probably ruined head for me."

"You're living rent-free."

"FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

"I want to feed you like this everyday."

As titled, female who has posted nudes onto reddit. I've been detailing and sharing a lot of my intimate experiences and history on this account. Recent mistakes have led to an acquaintance finding and identifying my account.

They've texted me IRL letting me know they've identified me. No threats have been made. I'm not sure how to proceed.

Honestly freaked out and scared. I really don't want to nuke my account, but is that the only way?

As titled, female who has posted nudes onto reddit. I've been detailing and sharing a lot of my intimate experiences and history on this account. Recent mistakes have led to an acquaintance finding and identifying my account.

They've texted me IRL letting me know they've identified me. No threats have been made. I'm not sure how to proceed.

Honestly freaked out and scared. I really don't want to nuke my account, but is that the only way?

One of my best friends (Let's call him Klein after one of his favourite characters) from my university days came back to visit this weekend, bringing along his new girlfriend. As extra context, he is the guy from this story. We were quite close, having spent 18+hrs/day for 4 years stuck together during university due to the nature of our program, though recently we've drifted apart ever since he moved away for his job a couple months back. We've seen each other at our best and at our worst. We've crashed and slept together in the same bed (platonically) more times than I can count. He doesn't know about Mr. Surgeon, but he does know I met two strangers while I was in Toronto, as he was my emergency contact/check in buddy.

Anyways. Klein invited me out to catch up and chill, and to hopefully introduce and expand my social circle to include his old friends from before university, since he knows I'm extremely insular and rarely go out of my way to meet new people and make friends. So.. 10 of us went out and spent the evening at a board game cafe. It was Klein & GF, another couple, me, and 5 guys. It was my first time meeting 6 of them.

Evening was pretty nice as it got me out of the house and some much needed regular social interaction. Also to distract me from my recent... issues. Which backfired (?) I think as you'll later see. Met everyone. Had a good time. Played a bunch of different games and we were there for like 5 hours until closing.

Sometime halfway through, we began a game called "Hot Seat" (with the obligatory After Dark expansion because why not). Basic premise is simple. Everyone takes turns being in the hot seat. When you're it, you draw 3 cards with questions on them and pick one where you have to answer honestly. Everyone else will also answer the selected question, pretending and acting as if they are the person in the hot seat. All the answers are revealed and everyone has to guess which answer was the real one submitted by the person who was in the Hot Seat. It's like a nice getting to know each other game, with some social deception tied into it and scoring points based on successful deceptions/guesses.

Anyways. On the second round where I was it, one of the question cards I received was "What have I done that nobody else here has?". I don't know what possessed me to pick it... ok that's a lie. I do. My fucked up mind. I've been so sexually repressed ever since my episode with Mr. Blue coinciding with me ovulating this week that it has turned me stir-crazy. I've been desperately trying to chase some sort of thrill in the hopes of sending myself over the edge so I can finally orgasm my little mind out, and in that moment, the possibility of revealing a small part of my secret tickled my exhibitionism kink and shocking everyone seemed like an excellent thrill.

Sooo. Yeah. I picked that question, knowing that my answer would definitely catch everyone off guard since it would be completely at odds with my outward demeanor (straight-laced, demure and innocent). There were SO MANY THINGS I could answer with. "Been raped before" "was a 'sugarbaby' for the surgeon who operated on me not 6 months prior", "paid to spend a day as a debauched fucktoy for a man twice my age on my birthday" and "arranged a 24hr ONS with a random stranger on the internet to fulfill a bunch of my dirtiest kinks and fantasies". Thankfully, my rational mind judged that those were all overkill and I'd never have the guts to expose myself to that degree so I finally went with the far more reserved but still shocking (to everyone) "I post nudes online."

As was expected, no one managed to guess the correct answer submitted by me except for Klein, since he had a tiny inkling of the things I had done by virtue of being my safety buddy. Needless to say, everyone was flabbergasted. I swear you could feel the entire mood shift, and those 5 guys especially started looking at me differently. The floodgates were opened and a bunch of questions were thrown my way. "Are you doing onlyfans?" "Are you getting paid?" "Where are you posting them?" "Why are you posting them?" "How far have you gone?" "Does it turn you on posting online?" etc etc.

I kept my mouth shut to all the questions and just let the game carry on, but the damage was done. From then on, I became targeted. Hot Seat has a bunch of optional additional house rules.. and those were abused. One of them was that when you draw 3 cards, you can choose to designate and force 1 card on another player, so that they must answer that question specifically without drawing 3 cards on their respective turn. So all the horny/sexually adjacent questions became automatically directed towards me as everyone just wanted more information out of me. The other additional house rule that they unanimously implemented mid-game after my revelation was that everyone had 1 chance to pose a question not printed on the cards, and you guessed it... They were all sexual in nature and directed towards me. It became a bonus round at the end where I just got asked 9 questions back-to-back.

I was literally inundated with questions for the rest of the game. Actually scratch that, the game for all intents and purposes morphed into 'Let's grill Natalie on her sexual preferences, kinks, fantasies and online activity'. Felt like I was permanently in the hot seat with all the spicy questions thrown my way. Answered so much stuff that I never intended to reveal, but it honestly got me so turned on from all the attention and heated gazes. My heart was racing, I was struggling and probably failing to keep from squirming and rubbing my thighs together. The entire experience was a fucking blast. Like apart from them constantly getting me to reveal more information about myself, because the format required the question to be open-ended with unlimited answers, they had to be creative with what they asked. It was also hilarious watching them come up with possible answers that they thought could pass off as the truth.

As for that picture I took? We had a quick break partway through where people scattered for food/washroom/smokebreak etc and I was alone with 3 of the thirstiest single guys waiting for everyone else to get back.. I got it into my dumb slutty thrill-seeking head to nonchalantly flash them since I can't help being a fucking tease and I had been so turned on for the entire night and wasn't thinking straight, I wanted to share my misery and make them lose their minds as well. Just took a quick picture, posted, pretended nothing was out of the ordinary and didn't meet their gazes at all. I did however notice two of them shifting their pants&legs to hide a boner I'm assuming.

As for some of the things they made me answer..?

• Where are you posting nudes online? -> Reddit. No doubt in my mind most of those guys will be browsing reddit in an attempt to find me... but jokes on them. They can't find me if I only ever post on my own profile!!

• What subreddits do you post on? -> Sexstories. 2 of the fake answers submitted by everyone else was actually true (cncandotherkinks & nextdoorasians), but I kept my silence and used the loophole of only revealing the answer I wrote down.

• Why are you posting online? -> Attention and thrill.

• What instantly makes me horny? Cum.

• What one word sums up my experience with the opposite sex? Memorable.

• What one word sums up my personality in bed? Naughty.

• What is a sexual fantasy you want to experience? CNC where I get forcefully tied up and made to orgasm.

• Name one sexual act you have done that no one else here has? Cumwalking.

• Your favourite sexual position? FaceDownAssUp.

• Your favourite sextoy? Vibrator.

• Your favourite thing to be called by your partner? Good Girl.

• Favourite thing you like being told to do in the bedroom? Put my hands against the wall and not to move.

• Favourite thing you've received while posting online? Cumtributes.

Umm. Yeah. No one looked at me the same after everything was said and done. Felt like a piece of meat in front of starving animals with the way some of those guys were eyeing me. Surprisingly, both of the other girls there were very nice and supportive, saying that they were happy to hear I was enjoying posting online and that it sounded cool that I was willing to be so open with myself online.

Needless to be said, all the single guys asked for my number before the night was over. 4 of them offered to give me a ride home. Two of them texted me the following day asking to hang out. One of them hinted that if I ever wanted any cum, he was willing to be an open bar for me.

...

On to the good news. That night did fucking wonders to my brain, ego and body. Got home around 2:30am, and I didn't sleep until nearly 4am since I was just playing with myself in bed. Finally fucking orgasmed after so long... and I didn't stop until my vibrator ran out of batteries. Finally exorcised my demons and purged my system. Slept like a baby and my weekend has been FANTASTIC.

also I can't believe the guesses you guys made..

EXCUSE ME WHILE I FUCKING VENT.

IT'S LITERALLY BEEN A WEEK SINCE I'VE LAST ORGASMED.

AND NOT FROM LACK OF TRYING.

IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF MR. FUCKING BLUE. THAT MTHERFKING ASSHOLE. HE FUCKING WOUND ME UP SO TIGHT THEN DROPPED ME THAT I LITERALLY BROKE. MY MIND SNAPPED AND I CAN'T PIECE IT BACK TOGETHER. NOW I CAN'T COME EVEN THOUGH I'M HORNY AS FUCK. LITERALLY OVULATING AND LOSING MY MIND BUT MY VAGINA IS BROKEN.

YES HE WAS FUCKING REAL. HE WAS NOT A FCKING CATFISH. HE LITERALLY HAD REDGIFS OF HIS TRIBUTES, AND HE SENT A SELFIE WITH MY PICTURE ABOUT TO TRIBUTE IT. THE MAN SHOT FUCKING ROPES. LIKE LITERALLY. THE MOST ROPES I'VE EVER SEEN. THICK. FUCKING. ROPES. THAT LITERALLY COVERED THE ENTIRE SCREEN AND WAS SLOWLY DRIPPING DOWN BECAUSE IT WAS THAT THICK. I STILL HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHY HE DECIDED TO NUKE LITERALLY EVERYTHING.

MY MIND BROKE SO HARD I'VE BEEN ON A SELF-DESTRUCTIVE SPIRAL. LIKE QUESTIONING IF I'M FCKING DEFECTIVE AND THAT'S WHY HE LEFT ME.

I'VE TRIED SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS SINCE TO TRY AND MAKE MYSELF ORGASM.

WHY DID I THINK OF THAT CONTRAPTION? BECAUSE I THOUGHT MAYBE I WOULD BE MORE ATTRACTIVE IF I WAS A BETTER TRAINED COCKSUCKER.

I'VE BEEN WATCHING VIDEOS OF MYSELF GET FUCKED AND USED FROM MY TIME WITH MR. AFFLUENT TO TRY AND FEEL SOMETHING AND USE THAT STIMULATION TO GET ME OFF.

I'VE HUMPED THE CORNER OF MY TABLE TRYING TO GET MYSELF OFF.

I'VE EXPLORED EVEN MORE ANAL PLAY.

I'VE EVEN FUCKING TRIED PIV WITH MY DILDO LAST NIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS, AND CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP FROM THE BURNING PAIN.

LITERALLY BEEN CONTEMPLATING MEETING MR. AFFLUENT AGAIN TO SEE IF HE CAN MAKE ME COME AGAIN.

OR POSTING FOR A CNC CONNECTION TO ACT OUT A SCENE WHERE THEY FORCE ME TO ORGASM

OR GOING OUT AND RAPEBAITING IN PERSON.

I'M ACTUALLY GOING FUCKING CRAZY. PLEASE GOD. SEND HELP.

LITERALLY EVERYTHING I SEE ONLINE HAS A STUPID WATERMARK THAT REALLY ANNOYS ME

Continuation of Part 1.

He woke me up a little after 10, so we could go on our nighttime excursion. This was another fantasy we had discussed extensively prior to meeting up, some nighttime public play of making me orgasm in public with the possibility of including strangers. The original idea when we were spitballing was to possibly call an Uber late at night to go somewhere more private and secluded like Scarborough bluffs (one of many possibilities) where there would not be many people around, and possibly helping the driver release some pent up stress depending on his vibes. Instead, he told me he had another idea and surprise planned while I had slept, and that we were meeting up with someone he had arranged. I freaked out and asked him who because I thought it would be a random stranger, not someone he knew and prearranged . He vaguely answered that while I was sleeping, he went through my reddit chats and picked out someone from all the people who had reached out to get my whereabouts in response to this post, hoping to stumble upon me in the wild. So unbeknownst to me, he had provided this person with a time and place to meet up, and it was to be during our nighttime stroll which was how scheduled to be by the harbourfront. My stomach was literally doing rolls and twisting into knots from the anticipation/dread when I heard this. I kept trying to guess and ask who he had picked, with my mind guessing it was Mr. Second Place since we had chatted a fair amount and I knew he was really bummed out at not being selected, mistakenly assuming he would have reached out.

Before heading out, I freshened up and put on one of the outfits I had posted previously (and luckily still had). It was honestly already past what I'm normally comfortable with wearing into public as it was quite obviously a kinky schoolgirl outfit, but I eventually relented after constant pleading by Mr. Author who was obsessed with the look. To complete the ensemble was my freshly charged Ferri and a black mouth covering face mask popular back during covid. Originally my outfit was supposed to include the leash and collar, but those plans were made for a secluded area with very little chance of meeting other people, not the busy harbourfront smackdab in the heart of downtown on a weekend night, so I vetoed those immediately.

This.. was yet another fantasy of mine that Mr. Author helped bring to reality. During my time with Mr. Surgeon, we had dabbled a bit in exhibitionism and found I enjoyed it. One of the things that fascinated me were cumwalks, but I was always far too scared to actually pull it off. Mr. Author came up with the idea of using those nice form-fitting cotton face masks prevalent all throughout covid to hide the cum on my face. I.. agreed with a tiny amount of excitement.

We were running late for the scheduled meetup time with the stranger, so I let Mr. Author fuck my face while I knelt by the door in an attempt to get him to climax faster. We were successful, and he plastered his cum into the interior of the face mask (pretty light load at this point, as it was his third and mostly watery), which I immediately donned before heading out. Because the mask was so snug, the fabric coated in cum just clung to my face, and it was a wet and odd experience as we made our way to the harbourfront. During the entire walk there, I was entirely self-conscious and terrified of being noticed and discovered so my head was just constantly looking down at the floor in front of me and my eyes searching through my periphery vision to see if anyone was nearby. I think I was too preoccupied with the thought of getting caught that I didn't really take in and focus on the actual experience and thrill of the act.

We got to the waterfront within 10mins, and eventually met up with the random redditor (latino man in his 30-40's with a fairly thick accent) that was invited who I will refer to as Mr. Creep. He was quite literally, random, as I later found out that we had never chatted before when I went back to search my chat history to block him (more on that later). It wasn't who I had expected to show up. Anyways. I gave Mr. Creep who had a dad bod a quick hug, which he took advantage of to grope me underneath my skirt. Mr. Author was possessive of me, and wouldn't let the guy fuck my mouth (I'd have rejected it as well.. his vibe was just off). Found out the condition for meeting up set by Mr. Author was so Mr. Creep could give me a facial via the cum mask and a chance to toy with me through my vibrator. I took a selfie with Mr. Creep using his phone (where again he took the chance to grope me while we were standing together), in my outfit and wearing my mask while using my hands to cover my eyes. I was instructed by Mr. Author to beg Mr. Creep to give me his fat fucking load, before he was sent off with my face mask to do his thing with. Mr. Author and I strolled around for probably 15\~20mins (my face sans mask but still slightly wet with cum residue is what I'm told) just taking in the sights before the guy came back with my mask and it's newest addition and I dutifully put it back on.

My fucking God it was drenched and so fucking dank and heady. The guy was clearly backed up and his load(loads?) literally caked the entire inside of the mask. I could distinctly feel a layer of goop between the mask and my face, and the entire experience was just.. UGH. The smell was honestly the most triggering aspect of the entire experience, and I became so light-headed from just breathing the musk in. That was a mistake and one of my nostrils got inadvertently partially blocked by the cum. I ended up doing my best to breath through my mouth for the rest of the time I wore the mask.

Mr. Author asked me to give my phone to Mr. Creep so he could control my Ferri and make me orgasm in public, but I put my foot down and refused under the pretense that I didn't trust the guy with my phone. I didn't even consider any other alternatives like connecting to his phone, because in all honesty, I was just not feeling it with Mr. Creep. His moniker should be enough to convey my thoughts on the matter.

Mr. Creep was told to leave empty-handed (he was visibly upset since I presume he thought he could participate further). We left together and headed to one of the many scattered green spaces by the waterside and stopped at some random point just to look at the scenery. Or at least Mr. Author was enjoying the scenery while controlling my vibe. I was just trying to focus on walking straight and trying to ignore all the cum on my face. Eventually, we kind of settled in a sort of quiet embrace by one of the railings with me facing and being shielded by Mr. Author, his knee parting my legs and my groin pressed up against one of his thighs as I quietly ground myself against him and used his thighs to push the vibrator deeper against my pussy. It took a bit of effort, but I eventually came like that.

On our way to leave, we noticed Mr. Creep, being a literal creep as he had followed us to our current location, and he was just.. looking at us.. It frightened the shit out of me, and I felt genuinely threatened and worried for my safety at that point. I was half-tempted to call the cops (still not sure if that would have been a good idea), but Mr. Author said he'd try to talk to the guy and sort it out, so he approached him alone. I just stood back and watched them converse from a distance, and the talk eventually seemed to turn rather heatedly. Even after a couple minutes, they were still going at it, and I could hear Mr. Creep saying something along the lines of "This wasn't what we agreed on" and "I came all the way out here" among other things. Eventually decided I had had enough, and I just did a quick squat (the area was fairly empty of other pedestrians) and took off my panties and facemask. I strolled over and shoved both into the guy's hands and said "Take these and just leave us alone." before yanking a startled Mr. Author away. My heart was literally pumping with adrenaline the entire time we were making our getaway back to the hotel, which was just a very brisk fast walk. I led us back into the bustle of a crowd thinking if the guy was still following us, we could hopefully lose him in it before we made our way back to the hotel.

The entire ordeal was.. traumatic. When we got into the hotel elevator, I finally realized how winded I was, how fast my heart was still beating, and the absolute death grip I had on Mr. Author's arm. Also noticed in the elevator mirror that my face actually still had tiny goops of cum on it and was visibly glistening (so I did do a public cumwalk in the end.. albeit unintentionally).

Entering our room, Mr. Author kept apologizing for the entire experience and saying he had no idea it would turn out like this, and would perfectly understand if I wanted to end our night. He offered me the room and said he'd head home alone if I wished. Honestly, I was just peeved at Mr. Author and how carelessly he had chosen a stranger. Got out my phone, opened reddit and made him show me who Mr. Creep was before I immediately blocked him. Entered the bathroom and just locked myself in there for 10minutes, trying to collect my thoughts while removing the gunk off my face and deciding what I wanted to do.

I.. eventually decided to choose to forgive Mr. Author for his carelessness. While it was fucking shitty of him, he wasn't a bad guy himself, just someone that made a thoughtless and poor choice, and despite it all, I still enjoyed my time with him (nighttime excursion excluded). The entire situation just solidified in my head the need to personally vet each and every person I plan to engage with in the future and to not randomly seek out strangers, because you never know what type of person you can meet.

When I came back out of the bathroom, Mr. Author was just standing by the door already packed up with all his things and just waiting to say a final apology and farewell I assume? He handed me a stuffed plushie, saying he was originally planning on surprising me with it the following morning for my birthday, but that wasn't possible now. I just pinned him with a glare and made him squirm for a bit before finally telling him my decision. That I just wanted to put Mr. Creep behind us, and if he wanted to make it up to me, he'd better get out that massage oil right that instant and give me the best massage and orgasm of his life to make me forget the entire encounter. Mr. Author complied in a flash, dropping his stuff by the doorway and pulling out the massage oil within seconds. I stripped myself naked and got myself comfily settled on the bed prone and let Mr. Author do his thing. I enjoyed my massage. Feet, Calves, Thighs, Back, Shoulders, Arms, Hands, Neck. The whole experience. I felt fucking pampered before flipping over onto my front and letting him massage my torso and chest. That.. eventually led to more pussy eating, and I got my share of promised orgasms.

The only other notable thing that occurred was... sometime after midnight, in the midst of getting my pussy eaten out by Mr. Author, I got a brief call from my parents wishing me Happy Birthday and for me to enjoy my time in Toronto. It... was honestly fucking weird, trying not to moan while someone sucks on your clit and listening to your parents talk. I just answered as perfunctorily as possible and thanked them for their well-wishes assuring them I was having a great time in Toronto before hanging up as soon as I could. Mr. Author and I eventually fell asleep cuddled in bed together after both of us were thoroughly exhausted.

Damn you're actually reading this 10k word story about a single day of a random stranger's life on the internet? You're fucking outta your mind. But I appreciate you nonetheless stranger and you deserve to be commended. So... I've chosen two words, one of which is {Cock}. You've already came across the other. DM me them and I'll share a tiny album with you from my unforgettable day.

I woke up to him in the morning horny with an erection and just languidly playing with my boobs. I ignored him and let him do his thing while enjoying his light caresses against my body. He eventually asked me hesitantly if I was still willing to grant him his wish. I paused and considered before answering in the affirmative, just not this instant. We eventually both got up, freshened up and packed our things ready to checkout. I stuck to my word and granted his wish, and then some. We said our goodbyes and parted ways.

Final orgasm count:

Me: lost count after 7 as they began blending together into a blur.

Mr. Author: 4.

My Final Thoughts: Experience was 9.5/10. Minus 0.5pts for being unable to easily toss me around like I had hoped. Minus 1.0pt for the Mr. Creep Debacle. Add 1.0pt for that orgasm that made me see stars and ascend.

Mr. Author managed to pack in so many activities/fantasies of mine into a single 24hr timespan that it was quite literally a day of debauchery. He gave me a lot of orgasms, and the massage one literally had me seeing stars and I will worship him forever for that one. Stamina while eating me out could have been longer, but the breaks also allowed for him to make use of my toys, which I love.. so it turned out even better? He couldn't carry me effortlessly and manhandle me around like I had hoped which was unfortunate, as I really wanted to try getting eaten out while being held in midair and pinned against the wall with both legs on his shoulders. I know it's a limitation of the human body and I shouldn't be complaining, but by the third load, his cum was just watered down and not as satisfying.. Refractory period could always be better 🤭, but he didn't take pills, so.. All in all though, I wouldn't have traded him in for anyone else. 🥰 THANK YOU MR AUTHOR FOR AN UNFORGETTABLE EXPERIENCE!! ❤❤ just thinking back on that day brings a grin to my face remembering all the shit we did together.

Context: Meetup from my RAOMD post. My selection process is detailed here. Beware both are long, likewise with this post. I LIKE TO RAMBLE AND WRITE. DEAL WITH IT.

It took me far too long to write this insane behemoth (wait this is like 10k words?!), as I wanted to do it the justice that it deserved, properly documenting it. And also to ensure that I never forget about it.. even on the off chance I lose my memory.

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When I first began planning my visit to Toronto, I had a number of people recommend visiting the Toronto Islands saying the views were absolutely gorgeous. I knew I had been there before, but had no recollection of any of it since my last visit was when I was really young. After some quick research, I confirmed that yes, it would definitely be worth a visit.

Fast forward to my looking for RAOMD post, and the subsequent unexpected double meeting booked, I knew my schedule would be packed and that I had to be smart with my time. My initial suggestion of possibly an afternoon was always just that, a suggestion. I was fully open to the possibility of a day-long engagement if I found the right partner and we enjoyed each other's company enough.

Like I've previously written elsewhere, I absolutely hate coffee dates, and prefer getting to know people while being occupied by other activities. Visiting the Toronto Islands seemed like the perfect noncommittal activity to do, just strolling around and sightseeing. If we didn't click, we could just as easily go our separate ways, even on the island itself. So when Mr. Author suggested visiting the Toronto Zoo to start our day together, I immediately changed it to the Toronto Islands instead. One of the main reasons why I had picked Mr. Author was because he had read me (stalked me, psychoanalyzed me?) like a book and boldly proposed an all-inclusive day-long experience to cater to and fulfill a substantial portion of my many fantasies borne from reading romantic smut novels and my vivid imagination. He didn't limit our encounter to an afternoon of simple muffdiving like what I suggested in my original post.

I've been asked by Mr. Author to keep his description vague, so all I'll say is my initial impression was fairly positive. A very regular looking lean and fairly tall guy that didn't raise any red flags from my listed physical characteristics. He looked.. youthful with a very natural and approachable smile and had one of those super enviable body constitutions where they are just naturally slender due to metabolism & genes. If I had to peg him for a stereotype? A nice guy. Never would have guessed he was 10 years older than me though.

Our initial face-to-face meeting was.. a little awkward side hug. Leading up to our excursion, we had been talking EXTENSIVELY. We touched briefly on our personal lives just so we both had a general idea of each other, but the talk had been predominantly sexual in nature and our various plans for the day. While we had traded intimate and explicit material like gifs, fantasies, kinks and limits at length and had a relatively good grasp of each other's vibes, it was still meeting a stranger for the first time and confirming they were who they presented themselves as, that this was the person I had been having explicit conversations on the internet with, and just overall acclimatizing to each other's presence. There was also the small issue of processing in my head that yes, this person was likely going to be doing some very filthy things with me if nothing unexpected happens.

I wanted to go EARLY in the morning to hopefully beat the weekend crowd, so we met by the harbourfront. Unfortunately, I had gotten off at the wrong stop (I suck at public transit in an unfamiliar city), arriving late and we ended up missing the ferry we were hoping to get on which had just left, so we just waited in line for the next one. While waiting, he made innocuous small talk: the weather, my outfit, what I did the previous day, how I was enjoying Toronto, if I slept well the previous night etc. This led to me sharing that I was super nervous and excited about the meetup, and that I struggled to fall asleep so I ended up just listening to my audiobook in a bid to relax and sleep. Ofc that got his attention, and he asked me about the book I was currently on, knowing full well it was smut. He just had this teasing, knowing smirk as he was full of unbridled mirth. I LOVE teasing, but I generally prefer being the one to tease others. Was actually so tempted in the moment to be childish and kick him in the shins just for asking about it in public, but I settled for a simple glare in the end. I'm not against discussing my reading choices, but I think it perfectly normal to find discussing smut in public, in a crowd, with families and even children all around us to be embarrassing and awkward AF. So.. to satisfy his curiosity towards my reading material, I ended up just giving him one of my wireless earbuds and letting the audiobook play.

It was honestly so surreal and arousing just standing there in a throng of people, listening to steamy smut together without anyone else being the wiser. I swear, within minutes, he was just undressing me with his eyes and eyefucking me with a raised eyebrow and crooked smile. It started off fine, but when the narration got to the steamy bits, I was trying so hard not to blush and looking desperately at anywhere but him. We just stood in silence (besides the audiobook). It eventually started to get more packed, and when boarding was beginning to occur, everyone had become restless with the inevitable pushing and compacting of people attempting to board that was taking place. I could feel Mr. Author from behind, occasionally bumping into me, and quickly realized I wasn't the only one getting turned on from listening to smut in public. It felt like our dirty little secret, a connection we shared, and I just felt an inexplicable sense of ease. I reached behind to grasp one of his hands, our predetermined signal to let the other know that we were comfortable and willing to proceed further in our pre-discussed public fantasies. When I felt his forearm, I turned around and gave him a quick look, before receiving a mega-watt smile back as he gently squeezed my hand to let me know message received. I couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto my face before turning back to face the front. He never let go of my hand, and instead began rubbing small circles onto the back of my hand with his thumb. We got into a cute little rhythm of squeezing each other's hand whenever the book got into any particularly raunchy bits that were extra titillating, of which there was a lot.

After boarding the ferry, we found a spot by the railing and just enjoyed the scenery and the audiobook. It was fairly crowded, so my back was pressed against his front and he had both hands on the railing, boxing me in. I came up with the idea to arch my back and subtly begin rubbing my rear against him, and I clasped my hands over his on the railing to prevent him from escaping. Hearing his breathing deepen and turn slightly ragged in my ear without earbuds was a huge turn on, more so than even the audiobook and in the moment, I really wanted to share that with him.

This next part is extremely unsanitary and unhygienic now that I'm thinking with a clear head and writing about it, but at the time I obviously wasn't thinking straight. I guided one of his bacteria-laden hands from gripping the ferry railing 🤢 under the mid-thigh skirt he had requested I wear for ease of access and let him feel how wet I was. If this were a fictional story or an ideal world, I'd pretend and say I'm a sexy af bad ass bitch, who wasn't wearing anything underneath, but that would be a lie. It was day 4 of my flow (mine usually lasts 4~6) and while it subsides greatly by then, I still needed something to hold onto my pad (tampons are impossible for me). I controlled his fingers to slip into my panties, intending for him to run his finger across my slit to feel how slick I was, but he just attacked the hood of my clit which made me clench and startle from surprise. I pinched his forearm in admonishment, alarming him as he quickly withdrew, and he immediately became apologetic and obedient, letting me guide his hand like a marionette, with only 2 fingers pointed out. Guiding him back in, I had his hand go further down to the base of my slit before gently tugging him back up, and he seemed to understand by this point and just slowly ran his two fingers along the full length of my slick kitty doing god knows what. When he finally took his hand out, I spun around to look up at him intending to just give him a cheeky grin, but he surprised me by immediately tasting me off his fingers while staring right at me without breaking eye-contact. After doing so, he just leans in and whispers in my ear "your period cunt tastes fucking delicious". It was the first explicit thing he said to me in person and it caught me off guard though tbf, I should've expected it based on what we were doing. I got so intrigued and curious I couldn't help but run a finger down there myself to try as I had never done so whilst on my period. All I could taste was the metallicness of the trace amounts of blood.

I made a 😖 face and he just laughed at me, whispering in my ear that it's OK, all the more for him to enjoy then. That turned me on so much, knowing what was in store for the rest of the day that my thighs just involuntarily clenched. I motioned him to lean closer before whispering to him that I needed his help putting something in me, to which I still remember his face literally LIGHTING up, and he just grinned and nodded at me. We were nearly pressed up against each other face to face, so I grabbed the plug I had out of my backpack and smuggled it up between our bodies and briefly lubricated it in my mouth before passing it off to him. I turned back around as nonchalantly as I could to look out onto the lake as we were now nearing the dock and placed 1 hand on the railing for support while the other reached behind me to part my panties to one side and spread my buttcheek apart for him as discretely as I could manage. I could feel him briefly fumbling behind me, before I felt a wet digit locating and determining the position of my butthole, before the plug was positioned in place. I just leaned and pushed myself backwards off the railing and sort of let myself sink onto the plug he held still for me. After the deed was done, I turned back to face him, staring up at his eyes and chastely thanking him for his assistance before attempting to be seductive and biting my lips like in the books. 😇 Tbh idk how successful it was, but he was so fucking fun and cute to tease!! Nothing much else happened. I got a light slap on my butt for my efforts as we were disembarking, and I took every excuse I could while we were in the crowd to press myself against him.

On the island, we just kinda walked side by side enjoying the scenery while my smutty audiobook continued to play for the both of us. Took some pictures of the beautiful scenery, enjoyed each other's company in silence (the audiobook was still 🔥). Every now and then whenever I had the chance, I'd tug him aside to somewhere a little more secluded and pull him down by his sleeves to whisper ask him in his ear if he was still hard, while letting my other hand gently rest on his groin to check for myself. My fingers may have a mind of their own.. and they are very naughty and playful. 😇 If I wasn't satisfied with his bodily response, I'd grab one of his index fingers and place it in my mouth, humming and licking it until he got hard, or whisper random dirty talk in his ear. I loved hearing his ragged breathing, and seeing him occasionally try to fix his shorts and the boner he was trying to hide through his pockets (lol it was so obvious and cute). My goal was to keep him constantly amped up and precariously close to the edge to elicit a more intense orgasm for when we eventually got to the hotel.

We also rented a tandem bike!! That was on our list of planned activities as he wanted to see me ride a bike while plugged, something I had never experienced before and was also interested in trying out. He made me sit in the front and lead, probably so he could sit back and watch me squirm and admire my butt. My skirt was.. uncooperative and I experienced a number of wardrobe malfunctions which consisted of me involuntarily flashing people as I had to try and steer 1 handed, while the other held down the front of my skirt. I begged Mr. Author to swap spots, explaining my wardrobe problem to him but he just rejected me and said it was another chance for me to indulge in my exhibitionist kink. 😭 Ended up figuring out a way to just sit on the front of my skirt trapping it in place, but that solution also required the occasional fixing. See, the plugged riding experience was odd, but stimulating in a way..? Overall a novel experience that I don't really have any opinion on either way, just a consistent pressure in my ass pushing upwards. The problem began when, the stimulation became far too intense, which was essentially whenever the bike bounced, jolted or traveled across uneven terrain, so I resorted to cheating whenever I expected a upcoming bump by standing up on the pedals and lifting my butt off the seat, which inevitably freed my skirt.

After a "lap" around the island, we had a small picnic/refreshment break on one of the many beaches. I baked cookies for him while he got me a sweet & ^{slightly salty} treat of my own. I.. had my first (and second?!) serving of cum that morning. This was one of the fantasies he'd always wanted to act out (cum on food), and it was something I'd done once previously with Mr. Surgeon, so I consented to it under the condition it happened exactly like I had it in the past. He.. bought me one of my favourite desserts (japanese pudding!!) and shucked it out of the original packaging before storing it in one of those sealed mini glass containers. Then.. he ejaculated onto it. Twice, I later found out. Once the night before storing in the fridge, another the morning of. Then brought it with him for me to enjoy. In all honesty, the sweetness of the pudding did a pretty good job of masking the taste of cum, though it was still quite noticeable. Far more so than the first time I did it with Mr. Surgeon. I'm guessing it had something to do with the fact that there was more cum to pudding ratio than before, and that the cum was not entirely fresh and had begun to degrade and break down..? You could definitely smell the musk from inside the container.

That.. act of debauchery set him on a war path, and he practically demanded to eat me out then and there. We stole away and found a shaded and secluded area hidden behind one of those super wide tree trunks that we had passed previously and I just leaned against the tree while he knelt in front of me. He started kissing my tummy over my loose fitting sweater, before I eventually lifted it a tiny bit and let him at my navel. That proceeded into lifting one leg onto his lap, and letting him kiss from the hem of my skirt, slowly upwards and inwards to my inner thighs. We got to him kissing me over my panties, (honestly couldn't feel anything with a double layer of panty&pad, but it made him happy) before being interrupted and nearly getting caught by passersby. It was past noon at this point, I was fully satisfied with the sightseeing, photos, and looking forward to getting out of the sun. He was looking forward to the privacy and intimacy allowed with our hotel room. We took the return ferry and walked to our booked hotel which was nearby. No other shenanigans happened except my ongoing mission of randomly checking up on him and his boner, making sure he was permanently erect (which he passed with FLYING colours).

Wanted a quick rinse in the shower after getting to the room to wash off the sweat, but Mr. Author couldn't hold back anymore after getting interrupted by the passersby earlier and immediately pinned me against the wall moments after entering the room, getting down on his knees saying he wanted to eat me clean at least once before I showered, so I graciously acquiesced, with one leg over his shoulder, grabbing onto his head for support. There was no preamble foreplay and it was intense all the way through. He ruthlessly assaulted my clit while tugging at my plug. Made me orgasm in minutes, as I had been in a perpetual state of horniness the entire day already and I was already in that MOODD. The groping in the elevator didn't help either.

When I finally gathered myself, I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse, toweled off, came back outside to the bed and just collapsed into it ready for my promised massage. I remember having coconut oil being rubbed into my feet before he began a slow and firm massage of my feet, moving upwards to my calves before... sleep claimed me, completely unplanned. I SWEAR!! 😳 I had been out and about the entire previous day and didn't get much sleep the night prior due to my excitement. The morning excursion followed by the orgasm, shower and massage combo caught me off guard and I just dozed off. I've only been massaged twice previously, and I honestly think I'm a complete sucker for having someone (especially a guy with firm, warm hands&oil) massage me because both times I fell asleep.

To be clear. I never planned to do any somno play so early in the day. We had discussed this kink and fantasy of mine at LENGTH. Like literally. Exchanged conversation on just this one thing for more than an hour so I could convey what exactly that I was looking for and what I was comfortable with. Which was essentially, to be caressed, fondled and groped for as long as possible without my knowledge and without waking me up. It was mainly the idea of being absolutely defenseless and being molested and used while I'm unaware which aroused me. He could spread my legs if he managed to do so, explore, finger and play around with any part of me he so wished. All of it, how far he got or how deeply I was asleep was entirely up to his skill(?) and luck. He could rub himself against me, make me touch him with my hands, or put his fingers/head into my mouth just as some examples, but I HIGHLY doubt any of those could be accomplished without waking me. My biggest conditions during all of it was no penetration below the waist, and he wasn't allowed to cum while I was asleep, meaning he couldn't just jerk off over me. I had tentatively agreed to stay the night (assuming the day went well), and the plan was for us to do our play then. Either in the middle of the night while I slept or just before I woke up in the morning, I left the choice up to Mr. Author. But alas as they say, no plan survives first contact.

Anyways. I woke up to this tingling feeling of a finger running across my pussy, and realized I was still lying prone on the bed with my legs spread just enough that he had access to my pussy. I was.. wet. Both naturally and from the coconut oil. It honestly felt so erotic and sensual waking up like that. I could literally feel his index and middle finger press into my pussy before running across the entire length between my lips with a constant unyielding pressure from my clit to my butthole, before he would do the same thing but in reverse, this time with his thumb and pressing deeply into me and ending with a little clit flick. He must've noticed me stirring or some other involuntary body reaction, because he just playfully asked "Oh..? You're finally awake..?" In an all-too smug and self-satisfied tone. I just ignored him and humped my hips in the air, seeking more attention and an orgasm that I could already feel building inside me. He propped my hips up with a towel (WHEN THE FUCK DID THAT GET THERE) and a couple of pillows then lavished my pussy with the attention it deserved.. 🤤 fuck I swear it could have been a hegre video all on its own. I had previously flooded him with so many videos of the hegre massages because they are quite literally my favourite porn to watch, and something I've been dying to experience with how erotic and sensual the entire experience looks (kind of like tantric videos).

He gave me one of the strongest and longest orgasm I've ever had like that, I was literally seeing stars, my legs were shaking and my hips were bucking wildly by the end of it as I just rode that high. I fucking ascended and could see the pearly gates, yet through it all, he still sat on my calves and continued fingering me through my orgasm. I'm absolutely convinced I am unable to squirt, because if I could, I 100% would have in that moment. I fucking wish I had that entire thing recorded, only so I could watch it on repeat forever and ever. 😭😭 And that incredible mindbreaking orgasm was accomplished WITHOUT A FUCKING VIBRATOR OR TOY. LITERALLY JUST HIS FUCKING FINGERS. FUCK. I swear the key to a girl's orgasm is like 70% mental stimulation/mindset and 30% physical stimulation. Or at least it is to mine. I was a fucking boneless puddle beneath him, and realized at one point while I had been asleep, he had somehow managed to lay a small towel underneath me WITHOUT WAKING ME UP(?!??!?!?) to not completely ruin the bedsheets. It was a good move, because that towel was just.. visibly bloodied. Definitely had to be trashed, there was no salvaging that piece of fabric. The white sheets.... I have no fucking clue. There was visible spotting where my crotch was.

I still have no clue how long he had teased me for, but I do know I was asleep for nearly an hour. At that moment, I would have literally knelt down and licked his feet.. or ate his ass.. (both things I would normally never consider) if he asked me to and my body could cooperate and execute the necessary motor functions. That was how thankful I was. Thankfully, he had other plans and asked for neither of those. He just cheekily questioned if he was a good boy and if he deserved to finally orgasm. FUCK YES HE FUCKING DID. I twisted and flopped my as of yet unresponsive body face up and had him straddle me across my torso. He was literally throbbing and dripping with precum. Holding him in my fingers, he was fire incarnate and just pulsing. I made a show of catching his precum with my index finger and licking it with my tongue for him to enjoy. My original intention was to replicate the exact same sensual hand and blowjobs found in hegre videos for him to enjoy, but he was already so close to exploding. When I fully peeled back his head, the entire thing was just glistening wet with precum. I brought him to completion in under two minutes, just stroking him with a twist of my wrist, thumbing his frenulum and urethra and running my nails across his shaft and head. Finished him off with some nice long strokes letting his foreskin cover and then peel back completely, and sticking out my tongue adoringly, begging him to cover me with his hot sticky load and mark me as his forever, keeping my eyes locked on his and just moaning and whimpering like a cute little slut would when she was about to get a treat.

His grunts and moans drove me crazy with desire.. it was like hearing a man possessed. Not to mention the absolutely divine feeling of his cock pulsating in my hands and his hips jerking involuntarily as he shot his cum all over me, the first rope sailng past my head, the second missing my open mouth and splattering my cheek, the third landed between my neck and shoulder at my clavicle, eventually ending in a dribble covering my chest. I knew he was loaded from the tribute he had submitted and it felt great to have that validated in the flesh. 😇 I could feel every rope come out with each pulse of his cock. I even made sure to pay extra attention and stimulation to his tip when I sensed his orgasm petering out to help prolong the experience for him, gripping him tighter as I stroked, intending to milk everything out and let my thumb play with the tip to hopefully extract more from him. What can I say, I'm a cumslut >.<.

I still don't know why guys close their eyes and lean their head back when they cum when there's a far better sight of a woman beneath them completely and utterly dedicated to their pleasure, but hey. Whatever works for them I guess. When he was finally finished, he collapsed forward on top of me, with his cock in my face and I knew what he wanted, so I licked him clean and gave him a quick clean up blowjob. With my job complete, I told him if he wanted a souvenir, to go grab his phone and take a photo of the masterpiece he had painted all over me. He promptly did so obediently, probably still overwhelmed from the orgasm. He took the photos with a goofy satisfied grin before collapsing beside me. I had him pass me the phone to take a look. Which.. was actually my entire plan. 😇 Sure he might have respected my rules while I slept, but that didn't mean he didn't sneakily take any pictures or videos of me while I was unaware!! 😇 safety is always my #1 priority. Trust, but always verify. He was in a post-orgasm coma for a good 3~5mins, which I spent cropping my face out of the photos he just took, and snooping around his phone to see if he had taken anything else I was unaware of.

Lo and behold, I found a picture he took while I was asleep. In it, I was just laying naked, prone and asleep. Thankfully, my face wasn't visible. I confronted him about it, and he sheepishly apologized and answered that I was too gorgeous laying there (HIS WORDS, NOT MINE... BUT DAMN I AGREE WITH HIS ASSESSMENT) not to take a photo of, and he was planning on showing the picture to me later to get my approval. Honestly, I was inclined to believe him, as it seemed like one of his stupid horny cute ideas that he would get and it didn't seem too malicious (no face) not to mention it was just the one picture. A very nice picture I had to admit that I was kinda glad he took to capture the moment, so I sent it to myself before deleting it from his phone. 😊

On principle, I still had to feign anger towards him for violating my privacy and not getting consent for it, so I had him grovel a bit for me and come up with a way to apologize. (Rats outta the bag now 🤭) He said he'd do anything, which I pretended to consider before relenting. I asked if he still wanted to continue, and he enthusiastically agreed in the affirmative. The dom part of me was taking hold and I knew what I wanted him to do. I gathered the cum on my cheek and shoulder towards my chest, and ran both hands across my beasts and began playing with his cum, covering my fingers and palm and rubbing it across my chest and torso, spreading out his cum and kneading it into my skin. I stuck out both sticky hands in front of his mouth before giving him a look and motioning for him to start. He knew I liked making guys eat their own cum from our conversations, as it was one of my requirements if you wanted me to swallow your load. I'd only swallow if they did too. He hesitated, but I prompted him further by telling him that I'd forgive him for taking that picture if he did as I asked and we could continue our little sexual adventure (OF WHICH THERE WAS STILL SO MUCH LEFT TO DO). After a moment, he just gives me a wry grin, telling me "you're incorrigible" before taking hold of my wrists and starting to lick my fingers clean. He just held my gaze as he licked both my hands. Felt like he was daring me to say something to contradict him. It was so fucking hot watching AND feeling him do that... UGH. He spent around 5 minutes erotically licking my hands, and probably another 5 on my chest. Whenever I giggled or made a sound of amusement, he'd stop, give me a death glare, and either pinch or bite on my erect as fuck nipples. When he was done, he gave me a pointed look and was all like "Have I satisfied you enough and earned your forgiveness? Or do you require me to do anything else?" 👑 This man had me so turned on I ended up shoving his head down towards my pussy so we could begin our muff diving appointment in earnest.

Going in, I knew he didn't have as much experience compared to some of the other applicants, but I was perfectly content with letting him explore and teaching him how I'd like it. Another factor in choosing him was because more experienced people might have habits of fingering inside while eating out, which was incompatible for me. All in all, I was more than satisfied with his effort. I just grabbed his hair in both hands and slowly guided him around wherever and whenever I saw fit to do so. Lots of licking and sucking in all the right places, and he loved peeling back my clit and attacking it relentlessly, making me squirm. I countered as best as I could by trying to suffocate and squeeze the breath out of him with my thighs in a bid to get him to go easier on me. Slower overall, with caresses and kisses on my inner thighs and calves is a wonder. Honestly a tip to the guys, the buildup and general teasing around the area to increase anticipation does miracles compared to going straight for the clit. The occasional nibbles and bites made me scream, and tugging at my plug also had me dripping and going limp in his arms. Stamina was definitely a concern, but I completely understand that oral is tough and hard work if you aren't practiced and super accustomed to it. We took LOTS of breaks and to rehydrate, and we broke out my Ferri ❤ and anal beads for him to poke and prod me with, which elicited more orgasms after I showed him what I liked having done to me with my toys.

I returned the favor whenever I could and he was within reach, or when he got tired and needed a break with more slow teasing handjobs, blowing(air) and licking (occasionally on his head), but never going far enough to let him cum again. In all honesty, I probably didn't do that great of a job edging him and pushing him to the absolute limit, since we were still practically strangers and I didn't have much experience with his cock and gauging his bodily reactions. I was conservative in my effort to ensure that I didn't accidentally push him over the edge.

Did a variety of positions that we were both dying to try out. Pretty sure his favorite was in a pseudo-69 position where he was on top and he had his body and arms pinning me down and my legs spread apart completely exposed and at his mercy, with the added bonus of having his erection right in my face allowing me to stroke and lick it to his satisfaction. I.. had too many favorites. Leaning against the wall with one leg on his shoulder as he ate me out? 💋 Sitting on a armchair with my legs in an M shape, and having him eat me out while I did my best trying to pull him closer and suffocate him with my small body. >.<. I still think hands down best was facesitting, but in a unconventional position where the guy lies on the bed but starting from his torso, his hips, legs and lower body are elevated and propped up against the backboard with the assistance of pillows and his legs are spread apart pointing towards the ceiling. Then you sit, ride, and smother his face in reverse cowgirl while his cock is fully erect and at your chest level available for stroking, teasing, and anything else you want to do to it. If he wants relief from your mouth, he'd have to get pinned further, as you have to arch and bend your body to get your mouth anywhere close to his cock. 🥰 it's hard to smother someone with my size, but I do my very very best and this position definitely helped, as I could use the wall to push off from to exert more force downwards. 😇 The actual pussyeating is honestly mediocre in this position, but I'm getting off more from the dominance and ability to grind myself on his face without reprieve while toying with his cock.

At one point as pictures have attested to, he had me face down ass up arched for him. This is one of my other favorite positions, but for entirely different reasons. See, that position is perfect for anal play and abusing my clit, less so for eating me out. The position and angle just makes getting fucked with my anal beads extra stimulating as he can pull the entire length out and then stuff it back in with little resistance, and I just melt into a puddle there like that as my butthole relaxes and naturally gapes a bit. It's my go to position if I'm ever desperate to come from anal. It's also my favorite bondage position with handcuffs and a spreader bar. And also how I got raped by Mr. Surgeon.

Anyways.. it was around dinner time at this point and Mr. Author was hungry from all the strenuous physical activities and he wanted food to keep his energy up so he ordered room service. When it arrived, I was still naked, wantonly enjoying myself get fucked by my anal beads, heading to my third orgasm after already getting two in this position.. or maybe it was just 1 insanely long one. But I digress, he abandoned me so fast like an old and used toy when he heard a knock on the door. I.. may have thrown a tantrum afterwards for being so unceremoniously abandoned and been a bit of a brat as reddit can attest to. 😇

Mr. Author was having none of it however, and he just settled down to eat his meal. In order to reconcile with him after I had been ignored for longer than I liked or deserved, I crawled to his feet and relinquished my phone to him so that I "wouldn't be tempted and distracted any further", and so he could see what exactly I had been posting (this will come into play later on in the evening). This eventually developed into me begging him like he originally wanted and my best aegyo (KILLITWITHFIRE) to get him to forgive me, which resulted in me worshipping his cock in anyway I could think of while he had dinner and enjoyed the SHOW between his legs.

Like so many fake asian slut posts like to use the phrase. Sucky sucky, licky licky, blowy blowy, kissy kissy. (?) My mouth and face were practically glued to his cock for nearly an hour groveling at his feet, half of it while I was bound. I throated him. He became intimately acquainted with my gag reflex. He held me in place until he was satisfied and I had become a drooling mess. I blew saliva bubbles. He rubbed his saliva covered cock all over my face to get it equally messy. He slapped my face with his cock as I worshipped his balls and thanked him for his cock and his insane loads of cum. I apologized for being a brat and that I would utterly devote myself to him as a submissive for the rest of our time together. I degraded myself like a wanton slut for his pleasure, acting to the best of my ability as a stereotypical fucktoy. I begged him to forgive me, to let me have his second load for dinner, to grace me with his attention and make me orgasm more. I thanked him for meeting me and promised that I'd grant him his wish tomorrow. I took out all the rest of the toys I had brought and offered them to him to use on me. Collar and leash were attached. I bent over and presented my butt to him so he could literally rip out the anal beads I still had inserted, before letting him plug me back up with my cute tail plug and handcuffing my hands behind my back. I literally lived and breathed his cock while bound like this for half an hour, with my head buried in his lap as he held total control of my head and used my mouth as he pleased, occasionally tugging on my leash. During this sequence, I sat on one of his feet and just humped my soaking cunt against his ankle for his amusement and to prove how needy and desperate I was.

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Now for an interlude. Half of my puzzle is {tease} and you would do well to remember it.

"BUT NATALIE! How did Mr. Author manage to last an hour with your mouth if you're supposed to be amazing with oral?!" a casual reader might ask.

That would be a rookie mistake, see, because that was part of my training. If I'm acting as a sub, it's not my right to decide when my partner orgasms. My only job is to keep him happy and make myself available for him. So I'll always keep him suitably titillated, and he can decide when and how he wants to finally ejaculate. How does one accomplish that? Give his cock a break between physical stimulation. You naturally get better at it the more time you spend with the person as you can gradually read and feel the signs of an impending orgasm.

There is plenty of other things to do when you aren't otherwise occupied with stimulating his cock. Like talking dirty to him. How big and manly he is. How he could never fit inside me and how much he'd stretch me out. How good he tastes. How lucky I am to get to be with him. How happy I am right now. Pleading him for a break after struggling on his cock. Showering him with praises.

Just act as enthusiastically as possible and maybe even bounce to show your excitement (a bit overkill lol). Make exaggerated motions and reactions to play it up for him. Moaning and whimpering like a needy little thing for him. Gasping loudly to catch my breath. Sticking out my chest, or just generally maximizing as much skin to skin contact in the form of rubbing my body against his. Wiggling my assets and body for him to enjoy. Playing with my hair, maintaining eye contact and constantly smiling up at him. Licking and kissing his pelvis, chest, thighs, balls and shaft. Sucking on his thumbs and fingers. Letting his cock rest on my face. Resting my head on his lap. Fondling myself for him to see. Etc etc.

It basically comes down entirely onto him and when he wants to come. It's his prerogative to choose, and I won't pursue his orgasm unless told to. When he's ready, he'll either hold my head down until he explodes, or provide any other variety of explicit instructions. If I'm just servicing and worshipping his cock, I'll prolong the experience as long as possible until he decides otherwise, and make myself a complete spectacle for him to enjoy in the meantime.

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Eventually, I ate my dinner and thanked him for it. I considered it a badge of honour that I managed to worship him and keep entertained for nearly an hour. He praised me for being perfect 🥰, then walked me to the bathroom where I knelt by the tub while he scrubbed and drew us up a bath. It had been more than a month since my last submissive scene, and it took a while for me to readjust to being in the mindset since I wasn't expecting to do anything like this with Mr. Author, only Mr. Affluent. On the positive side, I got plenty of compliments and headpats 🥰 for my efforts and Mr. Author thanked me profusely for the unexpected surprise as he really enjoyed it. It probably also helped as a refresher for my meetup the following day.

We got into the bath together after removing all my toys, but quickly found out it would be impossible to comfortably have both of us in it simultaneously. He got out and just knelt beside the tub and slowly bathed me and washed my hair, along with an unprompted scalp massage. I was so tired after that hour of submission that I just asked for an uninterrupted nap after the bath so I could have the energy to continue our nighttime plans.

To Be Continued in Part 2