I never really considered myself a sexual being. When I thought of sex - which was rare, I thought of about three different positions and not much else. Orgasms were few and far between and I rarely experienced passion. Although I was resigned to a mundane life getting by on my limited knowledge of intimacy, there was a deep and repressed desire. I knew I wanted something but wasn’t sure what it was.

When He found me, I was naive, inexperienced, and lost...but He saw something in me. He knew I longed for something and He knew this longing would serve Him well. 

I was an alpha female, raised in family full of headstrong women and docile men. I was aggressive, demanding, and decisive. Yet, soon after I met Him, I found myself submitting by choice. I looked to Him for guidance and correction. I wanted Him to tell me what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. More than anything, I wanted to serve Him. And I loved every moment of it. I would think to myself, “This is not who I am. This is not how I was raised.” Catholic school, straight A’s, rule-follower...on paper, it didn’t seem right. But none of that mattered. This “new me” made me feel comfortable in my own skin for once. I had always felt like I was missing something in my life and I was now learning what that was. 

He owned me and punished me. I often battled myself - I wanted to please Him, yet I liked being punished. How could I balance these feuding feelings? The whack of a paddle on my ass left me trembling with pain and excitement. Submitting to Him turned me on with such intensity. In the car and He would slide His hand up my skirt and finger His already dripping wet pussy (it was no longer my pussy - it belonged to Him). I had never experienced this level of arousal - constantly wet and craving His cock. I didn’t want to have sex with Him...I wanted Him to fuck me.

(His pussy is clenching.)

And orgasms...I went from few and far between to 10, 15, 20 of them in one evening! When He touched me, I immediately became soaking wet and my clit would tingle - like low-voltage electricity. The moment He drove His stiff, perfect cock inside me, I’d become engorged and waves of pleasure built up inside my soft pink walls. 

(Clenching more and more.)

After being granted permission to cum, I would explode - and lose all control. Rapture took hold of me and made me cum over and over and over. I wanted more - always more orgasms. I wanted to please Him and satisfy Him and make Him cum - but part of me just wanted Him to keep pounding His cock deeper into me. And if He wasn’t fucking me, I wanted Him in my mouth. I wanted to slide my lips over His smooth, stiff cock. I wanted to trace that special vein of His with my tongue. I wanted to taste Him explode in my mouth. I not only craved His cock (and His attention), but now I craved cumming. I had become His cumslut.

(I’m wet now.)

This gave Him even more leverage - not only to influence my actions but to infiltrate my mind. He could use my constant need to cum to mold me and shape me. He knew that I had the capacity to find other women attractive - I would even occasionally and innocently flirt with them. He wanted me to want women. It began with slowly adding lesbian porn to some of our dates. He forced me to watch other women caress each other, kiss soft breasts, and lick wet, pink pussy. Admittedly, it turned me on a bit at the beginning - but not to the point of cumming. But He kept introducing more and more woman-on-woman (sometimes women-on-women) erotica and suggesting sexual scenes in which I was with women. This regular indoctrination on top of my ever growing need to cum started to convince me that this is what I wanted. I wanted to have a woman at His pussy - sucking my clit and pushing her tongue inside me. And I even wanted to taste pussy at times. Cumslut.

(I want to touch myself, but I’m not allowed to without permission.)

My conversion to having lesbian fantasies turned Him on - which turned me on even more. He had transformed me from a sexual rube to a full on perverted, cum-craving slut. I wanted Him to fuck me all day, every day. I wanted to cum on His cock endlessly. My deviance, my propensity for fetish, my lust continued to evolve. Cumslut.

(Please fuck me, Daddy.)

I continued down this lustful path, discovering things that turned me on. Not only did I want Him to fuck me continuously, not only did I want a woman to lick His dripping pussy, I wanted people to watch. I wanted to make other people cum. I wanted to be wanted. Exhibitionism, bondage, gangbangs, orgies, humiliation - I had become depraved in so many ways - and I liked it. Cumslut.

(I need to cum.)

In just four short years, He has opened me up to new experiences, changed my way of thinking, influenced every aspect of my life. He transformed me from a naif to a filthy whore who wants little else than to please Him and be pleasured. He made me His cumslut.