I met this guy on Reddit. I saw a post of his that was a few days old, looking for some bdsm fun in a hotel room. I missed that opportunity but figured I would message him anyway. We chatted for a few days and set up a meeting at a local hotel. We negotiated everything ahead of time (including limits and safe words) I set up a safe call and 20 minutes later, I was in the parking lot of the hotel he told me to come to.

“Wait in the lobby, I will tell you when I’m ready for you”

The lobby was loud and busy, full of army members, couples, and parents corralling kids running around.

I sat in the corner, my anxiety slowly dissipating as I checked my phone every few seconds. I didn’t want to miss the message.

Then, it arrived.

“Come up to room 429”

I walked to the elevator, suppressing a grin.

I remembered what he said earlier.

“The moment you knock on the door, it begins.

I will immediately drag you in and use your throat, for as long as I want, until you’re the sloppy mess of a slut you should be “

Those words made me wet instantly. I enjoy humiliation and degradation intensely. It took me a while to figure that out, but being embarrassed or treated like less than human left me dripping wet. I’ve seen a tshirt that says “don’t bully me, I’ll cum” and that shirt couldn’t be more true to my core.

And he knows how much I love being degraded and humiliated, and I hope he incorporates a lot of that into tonight.

I got off the elevator, my heart starting to race as I read the room numbers, getting closer and closer to 429.

And there it was.

With no hesitation, I knocked on the door. I heard the blare of the tv. It was a few seconds before the door opened.

And so it begins.

He dragged me to the floor by my hair and within seconds his dick was down my throat, fucking it roughly. He used me for a while, gagging me on his dick, dragging me over to the laminate floor since I was close to puking. He had already told me he may throat fuck me to the point of puking, depending on how pathetic he wanted me to feel.

Pathetic.

That word makes my cunt so wet. It embodies me so well.

He then dragged me by my hair to a corner of the room, making me sit on all fours. He examined me before having me stand as he stripped me down.

Then, I was back on all fours.

He told me the rules, that I was to refer to him as sir for the evening, and that I was no longer to refer to myself as I, but it. That I am just a toy to please him and he will use me as he pleases for as long as he desires.

He tested me, and I accidentally said “I” before catching myself. He struck me once as I apologized.

After a while, he had me crawl to the bathroom so he could hose me off. The water was cold at first. He wiped me roughly with a washcloth all over. He had me empty my menstrual cup and he watched as the blood dripped down the drain, watched as I put the cup back inside me. It was humiliating for me to know that he watched me do that. He dried me off, tied up my hair, it leaving a trail of drips.

He leaned me over the toilet and had me fuck myself with a dildo. I was still wet and slippery in places so I kept slipping.

He bent me over the bed, and plunged into my ass, fucking me roughly. After a while, he stuck a plug in my ass.

He put my gag in, a pink, bone shaped, silicone one. I haven’t dabbled much into pet play, but I do love feeling like a dumb puppy. When I have that gag in, I love the way I whimper through it.

He tied my wrists above my head, and tied the hitachi to my leg. He set the hitachi on my clit, and used a marker to write degrading and humiliating things on my body. As he did that, he put clothespins and binder clips on my nipples and breasts. He had me keep counting how many clips he added. Number 19 went on my labia. I counted to 23. He smacked most of them off of me.

He ended up switching my wrist restraints to handcuffs, and at one point I broke them accidentally, and quickly offered an apology because I didn’t mean to break them.

He let me cum after a while. It was so nice. I was floating a bit. It was pretty intense. I was growling like a fucking animal. I have no control over the noises I make when I cum. It’s a bit different every time.

He spit in my face so much. His saliva was sooo much every time he spit on me. I thanked him every time he spit on my face. He slapped my face a bunch too. I loved every drop of spit that landed on my face.

at one point, he hastily dressed me and had me walk down the hallway to get ice, my gag still around my neck. There were a few people meandering in the hallways but I didn’t make eye contact and tried to hide the gag behind the bucket. I was so embarrassed and felt like such a whore walking around the hotel with a gag around my neck, spit splattered across my face.

Then, I was brought over to a table, bent over and all of my extremities were strapped up. I was completely exposed.

He then told me that he was going to limit some of my senses to amplify my sense of touch. My gag was still in, and he added ear plugs and a hood.

I used to get really panicky whilst under a hood, but I was once forced to wear one before until I stopped panicking, so I did fine with it. I actually enjoy hoods now. They objectify me more, make me feel like less of a human and more of an object, and the reduce the information I can get from my surroundings, decreasing what little control I have over anything.

He hit me, on my ass and thighs with a variety of different things. I don’t even know what he was using most of the time. I did my best to stay still, that was trained into me very early into my bdsm journey, because squirming can lead to less than intended spots being hit. The pain sunk me into subspace, and I reveled in every second of it. It was becoming less and less painful as my endorphins surged through my body.

At one point, he fucked my ass for a while. His dick felt so nice in my ass, stretching me open, making me feel like a dirty whore. Being fucked in the ass makes my pussy so drenched. Of course my pussy would rather be getting fucked, but instead, it just gets needy, feeling the movement of his dick going in and out of my ass.

But then, he started hitting my cunt. Spanking and smacking it with what felt like something stingy and sharp. I don’t know what it was but it hurt. And then, there was the chain. It hurt so badly every time he hit my cunt. I was trying to keep as still as possible, my moans turning into screams as he continued to wail on me. But then, it all stopped. Just when I was getting close to crying from the pain to my cunt, I was getting unstrapped from the table. He helped me stand as he lifted the hood from my face. I was dizzy and shaky, my eyes attempting to adjust to the sudden light flooding them.

I was dragged by my hair to the bathroom, crawling on my hands and knees. He had me stand in the shower, and I whimpered as my mind processed the pain I just endured. I almost teared up, but then he was there, telling me to empty my menstrual cup again. And he watched, again. I was so out of it, I couldn’t even speak. I couldn’t get my menstrual cup back in. I could barely move. I was so fucking high on endorphins, deep into subspace, I couldn’t function at all. He could tell too, and he was patient with me. After a few minutes I was able to talk.

He said it was time for a little break, and he laid me on the bed, lightly cuddling me. He made sure I had water and we relaxed for a bit.

But then, it started back up again, as he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me onto his dick, fucking my throat and making me gag.

I have such a sensitive gag reflex. It’s really annoying. It’s even more annoying to have to fight against my own reflexes in an attempt to please him. Nothing I’ve ever tried has really improved my gag reflex. I just have to take it and choke, which is fine by me. Every time I choke, I feel my pussy getting drenched.

But then, I’m pushed down to his balls, and start licking and sucking them. I do that for a while, enjoying every second of it. His balls are so nice, and they feel nice under my tongue. He plays with my pussy as I continue to lick and suck them.

“Don’t you fucking stop slut” he warns, as I continue licking and sucking, getting mesmerized by his balls. He plays with me on and off but I keep moaning the whole time, feeling so grateful to be able to lick and suck his balls. I’m actually kind of upset when he pulls me off his groin. I could’ve licked and sucked those balls all night.

Then, I’m back to laying down, and he puts the hitachi back on me, as he hits my thighs and tits with something, I think it was a cane but I don’t even know anymore. He puts the binder clips back on me, first on my tits, then several on my labia, I think it was four, to “keep my cunt open”. The binder clips really hurt on my labia, but I’m trying to take as much as i can, to be a good pain slut for him. And I’m also curious how much I can actually take, where my limits actually are.

His dick is back in my mouth, but he says not to suck it. The hitachi is still on my clit, sometimes bumping the binder clips, causing an intense pain that melts into pleasure. He gags me with his dick occasionally, and also continues to hit my thighs and tits. Then, he puts a clothespin on my tongue.

He tries to get me close to cumming and then removes the hitachi and just hits me, but I can’t get off that way. So he stops with that approach and eventually gets me close, and makes me beg to cum. He tells me he has control over when I breathe, and covers my nose and mouth. It makes me panic a bit, desperately trying to take a breath in. But I can’t breathe until he lets me.

And eventually, he lets me cum, and it’s intense. I’m so grateful he’s let me cum again.

But then, he said he wants to play a game.

He has a rubberband.

He wants me to guess his name.

I try sir.

But that’s not right.

He uses the rubberband on my clit, spelling out sir as he hits my clit.

The pain is so sharp, hardly bearable.

“Try again”

I try using the name he refers to himself as on Reddit.

It’s a five letter word, and it’s wrong. 5 more snaps to my poor clit.

“Do you realize you’re in a hotel room with a man, and he’s torturing you, and you don’t even know his name?” He taunts, asking me for another guess at his name. I am getting flustered, and don’t guess another name quickly. So I got a snap for that.

Jason? Wrong. 5 more snaps.

I’m gonna cry if this keeps going on.

Eric? Wrong. 4 more snaps.

I feel the tears forming.

Thomas? Wrong. 6 more snaps.

I can’t take the pain anymore, I start to cry.

Mike? He hesitates for a second. Nope, that’s wrong too.

More snaps. More tears.

But then, he stops.

He walks up to my face and stares at me.

You were never going to guess, you dumb slut.

He tells me his name.

But you’re still to refer to me as sir, you understand?

“Yes sir” I reply.

I just wanted to torture you a bit.

Things are a little hazy from here, my brain can only remember so much, but I know I came another time, and I gagged on his dick some more. He kept spitting on me. I enjoyed every drop of spit that landed on my face. It felt so nice. I don’t think I realized just how much I enjoyed being spit on. I would’ve begged him to spit on me if he made me. It makes me feel so dirty, so objectified, especially when I thanked him afterwards. Even writing this out now, I want to be spit on again. I want to see his eyes as he spits on me, laughing and taunting me while I thank him for it.

At one point he did have me bring him a drink and kneel in front of him. He called me a dumb puppy.

Because he knows what I am, and I enjoy the fact that he will call me out and point out how pathetic of a whore I am.

He had me wait on all fours as he set up the next situation.

He sat a towel on the floor next to the couch, and brought my dildo and hitachi over. He had me put the dildo inside me, put the hitachi on my clit, and gagged and hooded me again.

“Stay here until I need you. You’re not allowed to cum”

And I was left there, whimpering under the full buzz of the hitachi, and I couldn’t see him, but I heard him. Changing channels on the tv, drinking, paying nearly no attention to me as I was forced to edge.

And I fucking loved every second of it. As the minutes passed, I got more and more needy, more and more desperate for him to do anything to me. I could hear him, he was so close to me, and yet so far away.

He came over occasionally, bringing me water, increasing the speed of the hitachi, moving it around slightly, reminding me I wasn’t allowed to cum, but that just made me more and more desperate.

But other than that, my whimpers and moans were ignored, and it kept me desperate and needy.

Then finally, he moved my gag down, forcing his dick down my throat. I had no choice but to take it, my head was against a wall. I gagged so much, and when it was bad enough that he gave me a brief reprieve, he slapped my face hard. After a while, he said he was going to cum in my mouth, but that I was not to swallow it.

He came into my mouth, his warm, sweet cum filling my mouth.

“Gargle it, I want you to taste my cum. Don’t swallow it”

I gargled the cum, feeling its warmth spread throughout my mouth.

“Now, spit it out. Let it fall out of your mouth”

I obeyed, but was very used to swallowing cum, so it was weird for me to let it drip out, especially since it tasted so good.

As the last drop slid out of my mouth, he put the gag back inside my mouth. The cum continued to drip.

Fuck, I felt so dirty, just letting the cum dribble from my mouth. I wished he would’ve let me swallow it, but this way is definitely more degrading, so I enjoyed that aspect of it.

he put binder clips back on my nipples, and then I was left again for a while. The hitachi was on the highest speed and I was trying my best to not cum. I could hear him in the background, and occasionally he came up and hit my thighs or tits. But other than that, I was mostly ignored. It was hard to hold it, as the highest setting usually gets me off pretty quickly.

After a while, my whole pussy got numb, which helped with the edging quite a bit.

he decided to take the binder clips off. They had been on for quite a while, and they were so painful when he removed them. I screamed so loud.

And then, suddenly, the machine was turned off and I let out a desperate whimper.

“That’s all you get, you pathetic whore”

He took the gag out of my mouth Then, he helped me stand up, still hooded. He led me blindly to the bathroom. I was so shaky and a little disoriented with the hood still on. He pulls it off when we get to the bathroom. My eyes stay shut, the light threatening to pierce them if I open too quickly. I mention this to him, and he turns the lights down.

Back in the shower again.

I feel like I’ve been hosed off a dozen times by now. I am a dirty fucking whore, so it’s definitely warranted treatment. I never imagined I could feel degraded by being thrown into a shower, but here we are.

I found another thing that makes me desperately wet, of course I fucking did.

after I’ve been rinsed off, again, he lays me on the bed and takes pictures of the bruises I have all over me. I start laughing when I see them, barely able to wrap it through my mind, that those marks are actually on me. I don’t feel sore at all right now. The endorphins are still rushing through me, and I’m still pretty high and flying.

Then, we lay down again and lightly cuddle. He says we are done for the night, and my first thought is worry. Did I not do well enough? Did I mess something up?

But he praises me, and says I was a good toy for him and served him well. That reassured me.

We laid there for a while, my head getting less and less floaty, the endorphins working their way out of my system. We chat a bit, my head resting on his chest. His voice is calming, even when he was torturing me, his voice stayed calm, a sharp contrast between his actions. From what I remember, he didn’t ever even raise his voice. He didn’t have to.

My least favorite part. The ending. Knowing there won’t be any more pain, any more fucking. When I get this high, I never want it to end, which I guess could be dangerous, but the Tops I have been with know when to stop, which is great for me, because I would literally want to keep going indefinitely.

I enjoy pain on a level that a lot of people don’t. I like seeing the limits of what I can take, realizing I can take more than I thought, pleasing a sadistic Top by taking the pain they dish out as well as I can, whimpering, moaning, crying in pain. and if I take enough to be sore afterwards, I feel a sense of pride, though I always want to be more sore the next day than I am.

I need a fucking sadist to play me like a fiddle. If someone doesn’t enjoy hurting me, if they don’t understand that I need to hurt, physically and emotionally, then they aren’t going to be able to please me.

and the emotional part of it is very important too. I need to be reminded that I’m worthless, just a set of three holes to please whoever I’m with. I’m just a pathetic whore.

Eventually, I drive home. I feel a little soreness on my thighs, my ass, my tits. Walking makes my thighs and ass hurt.

Then, I look at my body. The writing is still there, a bit faded, but still there. I’ve never been written on before. It always seemed pretty mild, but in the moment, with him calling me all of the names that perfectly described me, and then marking it into my skin, it sunk me into submission. Being called out and having it marked on my body was very degrading and I loved it. There’s marks on my thighs, the top side as well as my inner thighs, some purple and red marks. There’s a massive bruise on my cunt, and my tits are a pretty constellation of mostly red marks with some purple speckled in. I love seeing bruises on my body. It’s like a little badge of honor for me. Purple bruises are my favorite. Of course, they will fade to an ugly yellow color, but for now, they are gorgeous.

After a while, I lay down, tossing and turning, just to feel the soreness some more.

I fed my inner masochist tonight.

And she wants more.