My new hobby has been providing a respectful space for girls to embrace their naughty side you've been too nervous to explore. I go as fast or as slow as you need, unearthing all the kinks you never would allow yourself to indulge in. Does not matter how vanilla or deranged they may be.

I have a corruption kink - it isn't hard for me to say. In my formative years, I had relationship after relationship with girls who clearly wanted to forsake their lessons in chastity and purity, but couldn't resist the hypersexual demon that rested underneath their skin. This has made the process of turning would-be-good church girls into depraved sluts (in their own words).

With time, I started to develop quite a skillset in enabling these girls to come out of their shell, to embrace the guiltiest of pleasures, to reconcile the guilt with the undeniable rush they feel when doing something their parents or community would have a fit of shame over. I have stories of religious girls - catholics, mormons, and muslims - but this story is in particular is about an innocent girl, a nerdy lawyer who focused on her degree in China until coming to do her PhD in Canada. A girl who had had her first kiss at 23, and her second time having sex was with me. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Our first date went as normal, wine-chatting-a walk, until we kissed, and even by her kiss I could tell she was frantic, a little nervous, needing a steady hand. We walked into a public library, and little by little, she accepted my advances, my hands going up to her breasts, slipping underneath the fabric, my thumbs and index finger teasing her sensitive tits that made her moan. She pushed her hips to feel my cock grow against her, and I could see in her eyes she was in total submission.

We continued our walk from the library and sat on a bark bench, before long I felt her kisses ease, and my hand slipped up her leg to tease her clit, over her panties, but under her skirt. We had to stop with pedestrians walking near. She panted into my ear "I'll have to invite you in if you keep doing that, and I don't want to do that on the first date." I relented, but now I see her frequently, and she loves to be tied, used, and wears straps, costumes, and lets me fuck her in public spaces. I think it's fair to say this innocent girl was the perfect fucktoy in the making. And I look to continue this work.

I found that the trick is to not push them toward a certain end, but to positively reinforce those cravings, fantasies, thoughts that they have late at night, or in the day when something inexplicably turns them on. We are all human, and nothing gets me harder than seeing a good girl become a 'good' girl. Does this sound like you? Maybe it's a change you ought to make in your life too.