My Confessions

hollywinstead said:
Assignment: "What was it that first provoked you to want this? Something you read or saw, an incident, a person, a place? What was the trigger?"

To be perfectly clear, this one is NOT a fantasy. This is what happened.

It was less than a year ago when I was invited to a friend's birthday celebration at a pub. I was headed to the front door at the same time as a man in a business suit approached. I can't deny I was impressed by his looks and my gaze may have lingered. He opened the door for me and I noticed he didn't mind being obvious as he looked me up and down. I think I may have blushed. He asked me, "What brings you here tonight?", I explained and he told me he had a business dinner. "Maybe we can have a drink together later?", he asked. "Maybe", I said.

Twice during the evening I ran into him. Once when I went up to the bar, the second time after I'd been to the bathroom. He made a point of talking to me both times, just small talk, but I felt he was toying with me. In hindsight I wondered had he been watching me.

The next time I saw him he was openly watching me. He was standing a short distance from our table, I don't know how long he'd been there before I noticed him. When I did he curled his index finger at me indicating I should come over. I pretended to answer my phone at the table, then apologised and excused myself to take the call outside. I don't know what was going through my mind or why I went over to him so willingly. When he saw me walking towards him he turned and walked towards the back entrance to the pub. I followed. He stopped at the back door, turned and waited for me and took my hand. He led me outside, there were rubbish bins there, a path leading to the car park and a shed. He took me straight to the shed without saying anything. Had he scoped this out before?

The shed was not locked and he led me in closing the door behind us. I noticed the dry, musty smell and stacks of boxes with supplies, spare chairs and some tools. And then his lips were on mine, kissing me hard, his tongue opening my mouth. I responded, willingly. He pushed me back against the now closed door and coaxed my hand down to feel him growing hard. I was so aroused. He pulled away, reached into his pocket and held up a condom and grinned at me. I was aware that I continued stroking his cock through his trousers. I briefly looked around wondering where . . . "Lean over the boxes, lift up your skirt and pull down your knickers". I didn't hesitate nor did I put up any resistance, my mind was reeling knowing what was about to happen. His hand groped between my legs, I groaned both with lust and knowing he was feeling how wet and ready my cunt was. And then he was fucking me. This man whose name I didn't know, who I'd only spoken with so briefly, was now inside me. I lost track of time, I was revelling in the sensations of what was happening and how I was letting myself be treated. Then I was jolted back to reality as he firmed his grip on my waist, pulling me back onto him, his cock thrusting deeper, a shudder ran through me and I was cumming. He could feel my body react to him, murmured something about how he could "always spot the slut", and then he plunged into me, shaking my body on his cock as he came.

And then he was finished with me.

We both straightened our clothes back into place. I ran my fingers through my tousled hair, he leaned into me, kissed my cheek and said "You were great". And then he was gone. I was left there alone still feeling my cunt tingle and my juices drying on the inside of my thighs.

I soon returned to the people I was there with. I was so scared someone would notice something, a tell tale look in my eyes, a flush to my face or notice the musky smell of sex emanating from between my legs. But soon we were all singing "Happy Birthday" to the birthday girl and I was internally trying to comprehend what had happened. I knew I'd behaved like a slut, I'd let him use me that way, but I didn't yet know how this was about to change me forever.

The next day I masturbated to the memory of being fucked in a shed by a strange man.
I came very hard.
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Very interesting story, and yet so hot.!
 
Justmorelust said:
Amazing story, sounds like an amazing experience, so you think it made you more or less into this lifestyle?
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It was a truly life changing experience. I was very glad I was able to overcome my hesitations and find the nerve to complete this assignment. It has only served to increase my desire to continue along this path. (Failure is not an option!)
 
Dear Readers of My Confessions,

This thread began as one of my assignments.

Assignment: So your next assignment is to return to the website where all of this began. There is a forum room for confessions. I want you to go there and post about your training. Talk about everything you have done so far.
This has a few purposes. A good slut wants everyone to know of her deeds and what she loves to do. This will let everyone see what a little slut you are becoming. It will also give you a chance to see what all the men would want to do with such a slut. And lastly it will give you something to look back on and enjoy.

Sometimes posting about the experiences I had while completing assignments was very difficult. It didn't matter that those (all of you) reading my confessions didn't know me, I was still laying bare all my darkest secrets. Everything I was discovering and learning about myself was being exposed to 'strangers' , all who have opinions and a keyboard at their disposal should they choose to comment. Good or bad. Much to my relief (understatement), and converse to our dark perversions (yes, I mean myself and all of you), you've all been very kind and encouraging, your messages full of support. Your words were often the reason I was able to post my next confession.

Thank you all very much.

For now though, I'm temporarily (I hope it's temporary) suspending any further posts I make here. On the 12th March, a new member and first time poster here started leaving random messages, initially not directed at anyone specific. Following this they flooded the pages with dozens of messages. Why they chose my thread I'm not sure, but it feels like 'my' thread has been hijacked. I hope the lack of my posting and letting things grow quiet here might deter them.

Feel free to leave a message in response to this or even to send me a direct message, but after that, I'm turning off the lights and closing the door here for a week or two.

Holly x
 
*She enters quietly, opens some windows for fresh air, and unlocks all the doors . . .

"Is the coast clear?" . . .

Stay tuned . . . My Confessions are scheduled to resume soon.
 
If you're reading this, welcome back. To recommence after that postponement, I'm posting some of the notes and ongoing messages of support I receive from my trainer. I go back and read these often, to remind me, to provoke my way of thinking and to reinforce what I'm learning.

1) You will accept your needs and express them. I don't want you feeling that shame any more when you are talking about wanting cock or cum. It's who you are now as a slut.

2) You will get used to showing your body. Sluts like you want to show it off and let others enjoy it too.

3) You will enjoy the attention from men making comments over you and what they would do with you. Sluts like you love knowing that they can make a man's cock hard.

4) Finally you must become comfortable talking about all of this, especially as you start regularly offering yourself for men to use. You are a slut. You love sex. You love cock and cum. You need this.

These will show you and remind you what my goals for you are.
 
UPDATE:

I find myself no longer under instruction from a trainer. It was not a decision made lightly and though I may step back temporarily, I still intend to continue upon the path clearly established by all my confessions to date.

Thank you to those that have sent me messages, you have all contributed greatly to my positive experiences here on the forum. As for this thread, only time will tell if I choose to post again.
 
I'm sorry to hear that. I've been absent from the site for about a month and just read this. As always, I wish you the best with your quest. I'm always available to you should you wish to talk.
 
hollywinstead said:
I shared messages with several men I met here. I'd told them about my fantasies and ideas for roleplays. One of those men was more encouraging and understanding of the things I spoke about so I confessed to him, that this was what I wanted in real life. I wanted to find someone who could guide me and advise me, effectively train me to be a slut. This has become a major part of my life now, he assigns me tasks and I learn from them. This is one of my tasks. I will add to this during the time I'm in training.
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I'm very excited to hear about these tasks. Sounds hot. I'm turned on. Now I need to know how I can become one of your tasks.
 
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