There must be more to life than just being a good wife/mom.

You are a good girl. You support your husband, you are always there for the kid/s, you run a clean house, volunteer to bake for the PTA, and made chicken soup runs for your friends when they're sick.

You’ve always dressed conservatively not to draw attention, minimum a bikini top off outside, and Wednesdays and Saturdays you assume the missionary position while mentally preparing shopping lists and bake sales.

At this point in life you are almost certain to welcomed at the Pearly Gates. And yet, while you always smile in public, you secretly loathe your vanilla life.

Some years ago, you overheard some PTA moms talk about a blockbuster movie about a girl who got introduced to a world of sex you didn’t even know about. One day, after all your chores were done, you Googled it, found it, watched it, got sucked into it and suddenly felt a need for a change of panties. It left you torn. Torn between the embarrassment of such actions, toys and furniture and power exchange seemed to have turned you on, and torn between knowing your inner circle peeps would not approve of it. Yet you wanted more of it.

Instead of just doing domestic, laundry and book reading when alone you began exploring the internet and found websites you could never tell anyone about. Women scantily dressed in public, some even braless and without panties bending over for low-shelf items and leaning in on the cashiers to be seen. Women wearing ropes or being tied up. Women subjected to tormenting devices on their breasts and between their legs. Women with rings and chains through their most sensitive body parts. Women peeing elsewhere than on the toilet. Custom furniture that never could be seen in the Pottery Barn catalogue. And more. This must remain your secret.

As solitary afternoons go by, your viewing pattern expands, and one day a certain movie clip got you hot. Your hands found their way down between your thighs, the rubbing intensified and led to an urge to get even closer to your warm skin. You sneaked the fingers inside your panties and got a little startled that it immediately got wet and slimy, but you continued to explore and rub yourself and, simultaneously with a woman screaming in painful lust while riding her bedpost, you came and squirted your panties full of juices that left a stain on your jeans. Embarrassed again. But you needed more. You wanted more.

Your searches focused more and more on learning about the training these women had had, and you ended up on Reddit where you found a certain Redditor's profile. Curious about what he could do to satisfy your urges. He listed a lot of words that were mostly new to you, and he seemed to have even grouped days into themes such as masturbation Mondays, titty Tuesdays, wet Wednesdays etc.

You wanted to reach out to him and hear if he could help you lose some of your inhibitions, and maybe help you explore your thoughts and desires and turn you into a slut, covertly at least.

If you made it down here and you can see yourself in the above; please let me know.

Open with your detailed request for help, include bio, and be prepared to verify this.

In return, I will consider you for my next trainee who will slowly be led into a world of rituals, rules and tasks. Secretly, determinedly, and safely. Because training is online you retain (almost) as much anonymity as you wish... almost.