August 13^th, 2024

Last week I crossed several lines in my sexual adventures that I knew I shouldn’t have. I was feeling dirty and gross. My father is Catholic and my mother is Jewish so I know a thing or two about guilt and I wanted to confess, not online to strangers, but to a real life flesh and blood human. I messaged Connor, the dom I played with back in July, and told him what I had in mind.

I went over to his house where he was ready in his basement room with ropes, nipple clamps, a flog and some other toys. He told me to get naked, bound my ankles together and tied my knees so that I was forced into a kneeling position, leaving my arms free to start, but warning me that if I couldn’t stay still and take my punishment he would tie my arms back as well.

Connor started by calling me names. He called me a whore, a slut, an embarrassment, a worthless fuck toy, a rag for everyone to wipe their dick and pussy on. He walked around me in a circle while I knelt and I took the abuse because I knew I deserved it. He asked me if I like being such a cheap piece of meat and I started to cry and said no, I don’t. He slapped me in the face and called me a liar, told me that I love it. I sobbed and said it’s true, I love it. He flicked my nipple clamps and my hands reflexively shot up to my tits so he tied them back behind me. Then he made me tell me all of the things that I’ve done recently, starting with flashing the college boy next door up through my public lesbian gangbang and sucking off a guy I met at the bar. With every confession I made he slapped me between my shoulder blades with the flog and told me how disgusted he was with me. I fell over several times and he had to sit me back up. He grabbed, flicked, and twisted my nipple clamps to drive his point home and at one point even spit on me. I was sobbing but also very hot.

When I was done confessing he asked me if I deserve to feel pleasure. I said no I don’t. He asked me if I deserved to cum today. I told him that I didn’t. He told me that I was going to anyway, whether I liked it or not. He untied my legs, took off the nipple clamps, and pushed me face down on the bed, my hands still tied behind my back, and grabbed my sopping pussy. I hadn’t even realized how wet I was with all of the other emotions coursing through me, but there it was. He used a vibrator to make me cum even though I was still crying. Then he kept going and I was cumming again and again until I begged him to stop. He didn’t stop. I was so overstimulated that it started to hurt but I wasn’t going to use the safe word.

When the scene ended, he held me afterwards, debriefed, and made sure that I had gotten what I was looking for, which I had. But I’m really not sure where to go from here.