mindbrokensluts: “I just love your blog, the stories drive me crazy, I hope you’ll make
mindbrokensluts: “I just love your blog, the stories drive me crazy, I hope you’ll make one on me, the more degrading the better.” Finally finished your story, hopefully it’s degrading enough for you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first time I felt it I was at a bar with my friends. I had always been very sure of myself and it didn’t surprise any of my friends when a guy caught my eye and I went for him. He had just the right amount stubble and eyes I could definitely see myself staring into during a long night of passion. I’m straightforward when it comes to flirting and after a few minutes chatting with the guy I came right out and asked for his number. That’s when it happened. He looked at me with disgust and shook his head dismissively. “Not interested.” Was his response. Of course I wasn’t happy to take that and my friends were watching so I had to do something. “What do you mean not interested?” I snapped, clenching my fist and glaring at him fiercely. “I mean you’re not my type so just shut up and get lost.” He replied, not even bothering to look my way this time. “Not your type? Are you serious! How am I not your type? I’m fucking gorgeous.” I blurted out, exposing my vanity and clearly wearing out his patience as he turned towards me once more and this time his expression was much nastier and the frustration was clear. “I’m not into ugly sluts like you. You’re a chubby bitch who doesn’t seem to realise how repulsive she really is. Not to mention I can tell you didn’t shower today. Get some deodorant you nasty pig.” He barked at me before leaving. My confidence was shattered and couldn’t look my friends in the eyes as I knew they would giggle and gossip about that moment as soon as I left. The way he insulted me in front of my friends made my face glow red in embarrassment and I cursed myself for forgetting to shower that evening. Yet as humiliated and offended as I felt, part of my body seemed utterly at odds with the rest. As my face blushed and my fists clenched I also felt a very clear and powerful heat well up inside, spreading from my waist as my pussy quivered and drooled. Before long the anger had been subdued by the arousal and my head was swimming. What he had said to me…no not just what he said but the fact that he did it in front of my friends…ruined my image to them…it just made me so god damn horny! I tried to put that night out of my mind for a while. Forget the humiliation and the…stimulation…that I felt and act like it never happened. That was, until I saw that man again. I saw him in a cafe and as soon as I laid eyes on him those feelings flooded back. Somehow my pussy clenched even harder this time before he had even done seen me and my head spun like crazy. I don’t know what I was thinking honestly. My brain was so flooded and my crotch was soaked and I did something I wouldn’t normally do. When he went to the bathroom I had a thought and whatever sensible part of me would normally scream ‘this is a terrible idea’ must have been drowning in the juices leaking out of me as it failed to stop me from wandering into the men’s bathroom after him. I didn’t think about there being other guys there who would see me, at least not until I was already inside and even then the idea didn’t scare me at all….it excited me. Made my already dripping slit even wetter. The guy turned around and seemed shocked to see me again. I still didn’t know what I was doing but I knew I wanted his dick. Like, in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Not in a ‘he’s handsome I could see myself in bed with him after a date’ kind of way. No this was more intense…more visceral…more insane. I wanted him to fuck me right there, grind my face against the cold, dirty tiles and tell me again what a filthy pig I was as he skewered me with his cock and spanked my fat, jiggly ass. That’s not what happened. “You know this is the men’s toilet right? Are you you a total moron or did you follow me in here?” He asked abruptly. “Please…I…don’t know why it’s so….hot…in here…please just ah….” I began but my thoughts were too scrambled. “Come on dummy spit it out! Why are you in here?” He rushed me. I knew my brain was too muddled by arousal to bother speaking so I decided to just show him what I wanted. One hand reached up to my breast and I gave it a squeeze, making sure to push my chest up as close to his face as I could as my second hand reached forward towards his chest and I breathed a deep, erotic sigh as it slowly traced its way downwards. “Stop!” He ordered. My hand froze. I wanted to fucking stick my hand down my pants and let him see me debase myself and groan in pleasure right there, yet I knew he was serious and backed off a bit. “You’re really a completely deranged whore aren’t you? I didn’t come in here to get drooled on by a dumb cunt like you, I came to take a piss.” He declared in an irritated tone. For a second my brain drunk on arousal told me to keep going. The most disgusting ideas to ever cross my mind floated around for long enough for him to see the strange look in my eyes and turn away in disgust. “Oh my god you filthy pig! Get out!” He yelled as his hand slapped me straight across the face. I was startled but the slap managed to snap me out of whatever sick trance I seemed to be in and my eyes widened in humiliation as I realised what I had done and wasted no time in running out of there with my hands covering my face. I thought that would be the end of it. Thought that even if I saw the guy again I would understand he really wasn’t interested. Thought I would act like a desperate slut again or let my pussy control my mind like that. I still didn’t understand how humiliation and degradation seemed to make me so fucking leaky and needy. I didn’t know how to control it. So when I got home and found the note sticking out of my pocket I knew it was bad news. I knew it could only lead to further embarrassment and self destruction. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from reading it. 'Convince me, -Jay’ I read along with his phone number below. Convince him? Convince him of what? That I’m not an ugly, chubby slut like he said? That he should want me? I shouldn’t need to convince him. He had been such a jerk to me…I already humiliated myself for him…made myself look like such a fucking degenerate who is obsessed with his cock. Who has no sense of dignity and can’t help but throw herself at a guy in a public place because she’s such a fucking slut. When had my hand slipped underneath my waistband and dug it’s way into my pussy? Fuck me just thinking about what a disgusting slut I was acting like around him and how easily he degraded me was making my toes curl! My hand had just automatically shot to my greedy pussy and started stroking and rubbing away eagerly. What was happening to me? Then I gasped in fear. Well, a mixture of fear and intense arousal. Another idea had popped into my mind. 'Send a picture’. I felt like the words had been whispered into my brain by some sinister force but honestly I knew it was just me…that part of me deep down…the destructive part that doesn’t care about being respected or treated nicely…a side of me that was purely and singularly obsessed with pleasure, and which fuelled my most twisted and secret desires. I wanted to refuse that idea. It was such a stupid idea. What if someone got ahold of the picture? What if my friends saw it? What if my boss saw it? What if I ended up on some seedy porn site being ogled by thousands of strangers? Just a piece of masturbation material to them… Snap. It was so easy. My pants were down and I had my camera in my hand almost before I knew what I was doing. I still had some control over my body but that twisted part of my brain rationalised that the rush my twitching slit would get by doing it would make the risks all worth it. When I felt it…I knew that sinister part of me was right. I ground my fingers into my pussy furiously as I waited for him to reply, constantly thinking of how disgusting and depraved he would think I was. Imagining his cock getting harder as he decided there was no choice but to punish me. Come over and choke me and spit on me and step on me…whatever made me feel lesser. Whatever was more degrading. I wanted to be his pathetic piece of fuckmeat. “Not impressed. Any dumb slut can stick her fingers in her slit.” He responded. All I could do was moan and grind my urgent slit harder. He was right. Any slut could finger herself. Why had I thought that would do anything. I had already forgotten how much I had risked sending that photo. Suddenly it felt like seeing me consumed by lust and exposing my most private areas didn’t seem very significant…it was almost like that was just a normal picture for a sick slut like me. I wasn’t done though. I kept rubbing my greedy cunt until I was so wet and desperate that I pushed my whole fist inside. Snap. Another photo. Maybe this would satisfy him. Not every slut could fist themselves like that….not every slut could humiliate themself like I can. “Wow. So you’re a loose slut too. Disgusting. You’re so fucking desperate to prove you’re a mindless, cock addicted little fuckslut aren’t you?” His new text read. “Yes! Yes! I’m a cock addicted fuckslut! Please fuck me! Slap me again and choke me with your cock! I can’t control myself at all I’m so fucked up!” I texted back with one hand, adding my address as any sensible thoughts had been utterly driven out of my mind by this point. “I wouldn’t get my cock sullied by your filthy pig hole, but a few friends of mine said they don’t mind ugly, nasty whores. Just grunt like the animal you are and they’ll stuff your sloppy cunt like you want.” Fuck! He sent my pictures to his friends! And my address! I was here on my back with my hand buried in my cunt, writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat and at any moment his friends could show up and fuck me. Total strangers who have seen my most disgusting moment…who would treat me like a filthy animal and debase me as thoroughly as I wanted…fuck! This was perfect! They didn’t take too long to show up and of course they were greeted by me, naked and soaking in my own filth as I grunted and squealed like a worthless animal. -- source link