Old Men Brutally Tortured My Clit to Train Me as a Sex Slave & Entertain Themselves
Old scuba divers made me open my legs, expose my clitoris & beg them to snap a brutal binder paperclip on it. I loved it! [Sex Confession]
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I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish handbooks on how to train us, young women, for sex and share my sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and submissive teen (18+) slut. Yes, a slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural. #FreeTheNipple #FreeThePussy
This post provides an additional sex report about a sex & scuba dive trip I organized a year and a half ago in collaboration with the dive shop where I used to work as a dive instructor up North when I was 18 and 19 years old. A divemaster at the dive shop took care of selling it to 13 other old men who would get, as a bonus, unlimited access to my body as a cock-pleasuring device for the week, as long as they agreed to feed me semen three times daily.
The first report on Substack about this scuba sex dive trip is here. The first report about my love for men who torture my clit is here.
Every time I participate in sex activities, I do it voluntarily, men are aware of my safe word, and if I can’t speak, we use a special tap.
I stood naked in the center of the circle, feeling the eyes of 14 old men on my body as they sat comfortably around me. The dildo ball gag filled my mouth, silencing me and leaving me to focus on the sensations of vulnerability that coursed through my veins. I could feel the choker around my neck, a silent threat that any one of them could yank on the attached leash and choke me if they so desired.
My ankles held restraints, not currently attached to anything but ready for use at any moment. My hands were cuffed behind my back, rendering me helpless before these men who feasted their eyes upon my exposed young female body. I could feel the butt plug nestled deep within me, a constant reminder of my status as their plaything.
The eroticism of the situation was palpable. The air around us thrummed with raw, sexual energy. I basked in their stares as they devoured my tits and pussy with their eyes, my exhibitionist nature exploding into a million tiny pieces of pleasure. The old men that surrounded me were wild and thirsty, hungering for what they saw before them — a young, nude, beautiful (if I may say so myself) blonde woman who was willingly submitting to their deepest, darkest desire. The sight ignited an animalistic fervor within each of them, desperate to violently take possession of that young female body.
As I stood there, my body an open invitation to their lustful intentions, I could see the men's arousal growing. Their eyes came back over and over on my young boobs, the curve of my hips, and the smooth, bald skin around my tight little pussy.
At that moment, I was a living piece of art for them to admire, a tantalizing vision of submission and sensuality. They whispered amongst themselves, discussing my predicament and how best to make use of me.
One of the old men leaned in, his eyes fixed on the butt plug that filled me. "She's a perfect little sex pet, isn't she? Just imagine all the filthy things we're going to do with her this week."