I Love Being A Slutty Little Whore
[center][big][c=#BF0000]🙎🏻 I knew he was trouble 🏥[/c][/big][/center]
[b]**PLEASE READ: this story is very mature and is not meant to insult or cause harm to anyone - while it does involve misogynistic tones, it is by no means indicative that every woman deserves to be treated this way - and above all, please do not be butt-hurt over something that is someone else's interest - Thank you! *o* **[/b]
[c=#7700B2][big]//fantasy fiction[/big][/c]
I felt so needy. I hadn’t fucked a guy for an hour. [i]Jesus, when did that become a thing?
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Sex didn’t used to be a big deal for me. I had even gone to therapy to resolve my low libido. Hypnotherapy. That had been my mistake. I knew that now. Not that knowing it helped me.
After the first session I had felt like my libido had gone up so I went back. Again and again. Each time I found my arousal increasing but I couldn’t ever seem to orgasm. On my own, with any of the guys I dated, even on the one occasion I experimented with another woman. After 3 months I asked my therapist about it. He smiled and said there was something they could do about that.
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The next session we had I came harder than I had ever done in my life. I went back every week after that. It became habitual. He took me deeper and deeper into trance every time, consistently telling me how my arousal was connected to his voice, how his voice had allowed me to find my libido, how his voice allowed me to cum. Only his voice. <3
It got to the point where I would cum whenever he told me to, and only when he told me to. He wouldn’t even need to trance me. Just saying a word took me from zero to orgasm in seconds.
Then he stopped letting me orgasm and my life changed. Suddenly it wasn’t enough to pay for a session in order to be rewarded with an orgasm. I had to let him touch me while I was in trance. To play with my body while he conditioned me to respond his touch. To his commands. After a while I found myself following his commands even when not in a trance. Feeling a surge of arousal when I knelt at his command. Heating up when he told me to open my mouth. Bringing myself almost to orgasm in response to being told to suck his cock. My association with cumming was now completely tied to my obedience to his commands, and all of his commands were sexual.
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I tried not to go back so many times. I honestly did. I told myself it was better to live a life without orgasms then to be used as a sexual object in this way. But it never lasted long. After a day or so I would be crawling the walls, my phone would ring and I would be on my knees obediently sucking his cock within the hour.
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I gave up resisting after a while, resigned to my fate. He seemed to sense my resignation, which had led to the call this morning. The one telling me to buy the clothes I was now wearing. To put them on in the shop and throw away my other clothes. I was going to be a hooker, he had told me. A street-walking whore for him. I wouldn’t be allowed to cum until I brought him my earnings from a night’s work. I had shivered at the thought. Firstly with revulsion, and then to my shame with arousal as I imagined myself being fucked by a stranger for money. It had been a year since my first session and in that time he had broken me. Utterly broken. Taking me through increasingly desperate cycles of need to the point where I was about to sell my body for money, and feeling so incredibly aroused by the thought of it.
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I had fucked 3 guys since then. 3 strangers. I felt my conditioning strengthen after each one and I realized my need had been programmed to increase with each customer. I knew I should have fought harder. I knew what I was being made to do wasn’t right. And yet all I had said to him on that call this morning, before I went out to follow his commands was...
[center][c=#BF0080][i][b][big]“Yes Sir.”[/big][/b][/i][/c][/center]
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[big][c=#BF0080]Let me know what you guys think of this and i'll see you guys in the next one <3[/c][/big]
[b]**PLEASE READ: this story is very mature and is not meant to insult or cause harm to anyone - while it does involve misogynistic tones, it is by no means indicative that every woman deserves to be treated this way - and above all, please do not be butt-hurt over something that is someone else's interest - Thank you! *o* **[/b]
[c=#7700B2][big]//fantasy fiction[/big][/c]
I felt so needy. I hadn’t fucked a guy for an hour. [i]Jesus, when did that become a thing?
[/i]
Sex didn’t used to be a big deal for me. I had even gone to therapy to resolve my low libido. Hypnotherapy. That had been my mistake. I knew that now. Not that knowing it helped me.
After the first session I had felt like my libido had gone up so I went back. Again and again. Each time I found my arousal increasing but I couldn’t ever seem to orgasm. On my own, with any of the guys I dated, even on the one occasion I experimented with another woman. After 3 months I asked my therapist about it. He smiled and said there was something they could do about that.
[center][image][/center]
The next session we had I came harder than I had ever done in my life. I went back every week after that. It became habitual. He took me deeper and deeper into trance every time, consistently telling me how my arousal was connected to his voice, how his voice had allowed me to find my libido, how his voice allowed me to cum. Only his voice. <3
It got to the point where I would cum whenever he told me to, and only when he told me to. He wouldn’t even need to trance me. Just saying a word took me from zero to orgasm in seconds.
Then he stopped letting me orgasm and my life changed. Suddenly it wasn’t enough to pay for a session in order to be rewarded with an orgasm. I had to let him touch me while I was in trance. To play with my body while he conditioned me to respond his touch. To his commands. After a while I found myself following his commands even when not in a trance. Feeling a surge of arousal when I knelt at his command. Heating up when he told me to open my mouth. Bringing myself almost to orgasm in response to being told to suck his cock. My association with cumming was now completely tied to my obedience to his commands, and all of his commands were sexual.
[center][image][/center]
I tried not to go back so many times. I honestly did. I told myself it was better to live a life without orgasms then to be used as a sexual object in this way. But it never lasted long. After a day or so I would be crawling the walls, my phone would ring and I would be on my knees obediently sucking his cock within the hour.
[center][image][/center]
I gave up resisting after a while, resigned to my fate. He seemed to sense my resignation, which had led to the call this morning. The one telling me to buy the clothes I was now wearing. To put them on in the shop and throw away my other clothes. I was going to be a hooker, he had told me. A street-walking whore for him. I wouldn’t be allowed to cum until I brought him my earnings from a night’s work. I had shivered at the thought. Firstly with revulsion, and then to my shame with arousal as I imagined myself being fucked by a stranger for money. It had been a year since my first session and in that time he had broken me. Utterly broken. Taking me through increasingly desperate cycles of need to the point where I was about to sell my body for money, and feeling so incredibly aroused by the thought of it.
[center][image][/center]
I had fucked 3 guys since then. 3 strangers. I felt my conditioning strengthen after each one and I realized my need had been programmed to increase with each customer. I knew I should have fought harder. I knew what I was being made to do wasn’t right. And yet all I had said to him on that call this morning, before I went out to follow his commands was...
[center][c=#BF0080][i][b][big]“Yes Sir.”[/big][/b][/i][/c][/center]
[sep]
[big][c=#BF0080]Let me know what you guys think of this and i'll see you guys in the next one <3[/c][/big]
