From cuckolding to ownership and being whored out.

How I became totally owned and turned into a filthy whore

I have a new online owner, Ben. He followed my account of a day at the stables and is now giving me instructions to give more details of my love of humiliation, how it started and some of the adventures that I’ve been involved with. Humiliation makes me so wet and even if I don’t always get an orgasm I have plenty to masturbate over later as I re-run the scenes in my mind.

It started a few years ago when I was at a corporate event with my third husband. He had always encouraged me to cuckold him and both he and I enjoyed it. I had a couple of regular lovers and my husband really enjoyed I when I left for a weekend away-he loved seeing me pack and took great interest in the lingerie, stockings and short dresses. He liked to smell my used panties when I returned and we had savage sex for a few days afterward as I whispered in his ear about my adventures.

On that particular evening I got chatting to a much younger guy while my husband talked to clients. The conversation turned to sex and the guy asked me straight out whether I had orgasms-I said I did but my husband’s efforts were less than brilliant-he could lick me to orgasm but his cock would go soft and he couldn’t penetrate me. This meant I would have to use my vibrator to get multiple orgasms. I don’t know why I told the young guy the entire story.

After a while G (I’ll call him G for the sake of the story) asked whether he could take me to bed. I was very attracted to him but I didn’t know how my husband would react, mainly because he was there with clients and it could get embarrassing. Anyway, I told G to ask my husband.

Finally, my husband came over to chat. G didn’t hesitate and told him that I had agreed to sleep with him. My husband just laughed and asked whether it would just be a quickie or if I would spend the night. G said it was the night. My husband gave him our room number and asked G to return me the following morning.

G and I went upstairs to his room and that’s where it started to descend into depravity. G made me strip down to my panties and lay on my back on the bed-he remained fully clothed. He then rang for room service and asked for champagne. He made me lie there until the waiter brought the champagne and let the guy get a good look at my tits. G pulled off my panties and made me open my legs and spread my pussy with my fingers while the waiter gawped. Then G asked the waiter to fuck me, but the waiter turned tail and almost ran out of the room. I was so humiliated, but I found myself wet as hell. G ran his fingers up and down my crack and laughed to find it so wet. He then told me he was a dom and could tell as soon as he met me that I would make a good slave. I’d never been owned before and the thought made me even wetter.

He made me wait for ages before he finally fucked me and I came so many times it was shocking. It made even wilder when he told me he was only 18 and he was the son of one of the clients invited to the event.

That night he used all my holes and I was covered in cum from my face to m y thighs-never seen so much from one guy.

The following morning he told me that from that point I would be his slave and I would have to obey him completely. It made me so horny I could have screamed. From that point he took over my life.

At first he would call me day or night and I’d have to meet him for sex or punishment or both. He liked to beat me-either spanking over his knee or flogging my ass and tits. He then introduced nipple and labia clamps. I turned up one day to find a female friend of his who proceeded to fit piercings to my nipples, labia and clit-she was a trained nurse and new what she was doing. He recently told me that he wants to get me tattooed all over-so fucking hot.

Later in this relationship he started involving other men. I would turn up at hotels to find strangers waiting for me. I found the humiliation overwhelming, especially if they were unattractive-I would find myself wet through before even got started. G realized that he could play to this and started to experiment with increasingly wild scenarios. Eventually he got me started with dogs and you can find this story earlier.

All these things were wonderfully humiliating, including the way that he took over control of my finances and spent my money on his girlfriends. He would choose all my clothes and enjoyed seeing me dressed as a slut-fishnets, boots, short skirts and tight tops showing plenty of tit. I was never allowed to wear panties and this turned into my total delight in exhibitionism. I hardly ever went out with him without my pussy being seen by strangers.

This all led to his decision to whore me out. I pretended to object but we both knew that I really wanted it-really, really wanted it. I’d taken men before but this was different-I would be a genuine dirty whore.

G rented a dive of an apartment and took pictures and videos of me, which he posted on an adult finder site. There were no limits on the range of services I was to offer and I was dirt cheap.

Over the next week I had a steady stream of low life clients. Over the seven days I had at least 20 sessions, all bareback and all holes used. I was beaten, pissed on and called a dirty cow, filthy whore and every other possible combination. They were allowed to take pictures and videos to share with their mates, which built up the client pipeline.

The dirtier and more disgusting and degrading it got the more I was turned on. I would have carried on but G’s interests turned more towards other forms of degradation. He is now thinking about a pre-teen gang bang.

I have no idea why humiliation is such an obsession but now it has become something I need desperately every day.

I am a filthy whore