This is a true story. This post is homework and I hope I do a good enough job, sir. :)

I’ve been married to my husband for eight years and we’ve been together for almost 12. He is the best friend I’ve ever had in my life. Our sex life has always been pretty vanilla, but I’ve never been disappointed to be married to my husband exclusively. He surprised me a while ago by mentioning a friend of ours as a third. As the old story goes, we played around with the idea and used it to really play into each other's wants (and now we’re looking for our first real third! But that’s not what this story is about) - this really taught the two of us that we’re into open and creative new ideas.

So, I started using this reddit account a few months ago in a lull. Like most of us, to find something better than PornHub, to get far away from the words “teen” and “step dad,” and to talk to interesting folks about plants and D&D. And tits. My husband joined me as an anon and we swapped subs for a while and tried some new things.

I’ve always known about my exhibitionism. I love hanging out in my underwear with some of my husband's friends with my legs open, smoking and chatting. Just wishing I were being used more effectively. My husband is less into things like fucking outdoors and fingering while out to lunch than I am, and we started running into areas that we were slightly less compatible.

Thankfully, my husband and I built our marriage on growth and change. I signed up to watch him change and evolve for the rest of his life. He signed up for the same thing and gets to watch me blossom into an absolutely needy slut. Every picture and every new idea ended in at least a blow job for him which led him to… re-evaluate his boundaries around what I can share. A few weeks ago, unprompted, he told me he’d be fine if I was full out sexting people - making all of the thoughts eddy out of my brain and my pussy very wet.

And that was the start of my new favorite habit. I fucking LOVE being used by online strangers at night. I have been in so many fucking great sexting conversations. My heart has been both treasured and shattered in a shuddering orgasm and my clit has never been happier.

This story really starts six days ago, though, when I met a man who trained my fucking pussy to cum at his command without fucking touching it. I may never be over him and will come whenever he tells me.

He and twenty other people offered their time and attention. u/CruelMasterr is a fucking encouraging name for someone who fantasizes about r/freeuse servitude so I scrolled through his profile and his tone seemed to live up to his title.

We chatted a bit. I was in the middle of sexting someone and posting about trying to get my neighbors attention with my tits. He was in a hotel on a work trip, enjoying his evening, appreciating what he saw. I really hoped he was looking to thoroughly use someone for the evening, sent him a few pictures and said, “I think if you live up to your name, I could be a very good girl for you.”

He said I could tell I liked a little pain from my pictures. I told him I didn’t feel a little pain. He told me he could have some fun with me. I sent back that I would love for him to have some fun with me. He asked if I liked being a horny little slut for strangers on the internet and I sent him a picture of exactly how wet being a slut made me.

He was quiet for a second, I started getting more messages from the other guy I was sexting again, but then he asked me what I was wearing. I sent back a zip-up jacket and underwear.

He asked me where my husband was.

I told him my husband was downstairs gaming and I was about to take a reddit break to go down and fuck myself in front of him.

He said, “Not before I’m fucking done with you.”

My pussy was immediately at attention. I had been edging all fucking day and I knew I found someone who would take control. It turns out I had been messaged by a master handler who quickly figured out how to time my edging and then made me hard stop until I was in tears. I was unable to focus on anyone other than him (sorry for accidentally ghosting, guys, I like… can’t think about anything else when this guy is talking) and ended my night with an orgasm that basically factory reset my nervous system (or so I thought, that one was really like a 5 on the intensity scale in hindsight.) Every single one of my nerves was on fire. He would build and build this pressure. Calling me a desperate whore, making me beg for release, then hard stopping everything over and over. He figured out quickly that praise is my kink, and that’s when we both knew that he owned me. Fully. I came hard, begging him to let me make him feel good.

He came while I begged him to fill me like a needy slut.

He checked in and made sure he didn’t cross any of my boundaries, I told him that he was incredible and he didn’t come anywhere close to my boundaries. He asked if I’d do this again sometime (obviously yes) and told he might hit me up some other time. I ended my night unable to feel my legs. Checking my phone just in case he couldn’t sleep.