I just had my first real BDSM session with a guy I met online, and I'm still processing it. He was so patient with all my nerves and first-timer questions, even when I kept overthinking safety stuff. The way he handled me was nothing like I expected - firm but never cruel, exactly how I'd fantasized about but never thought I'd actually get. I'm not gonna lie, I was nervous as hell going into it, but now I'm already wondering when I can do it again. The whole experience left me buzzing in a way I didn't know was possible. Honestly? I think I'm ruined for vanilla after this.

I spent so long trying to convince myself I didn’t like the idea of being used like a warm wet toy for him and now I just want to see if anyone else gets it. It started with little things - him coming home and pulling me onto his lap for a quick kiss, then always finishing inside me after, like it was just expected. Now he literally just walks into a room and I get wet, my hips instinctively rolling to meet him, my body always ready before my brain catches up. I don’t even get to decide when or how it happens anymore, and the worst part is I’m starting to like that I don’t have a say. Sometimes I’ll be half asleep and feel his hands on my waist and I’ll just arch my back like I’m programmed to. It’s embarrassing how easily he reduces me to this.

I was bored one night, scrolling through old posts on here when I stumbled onto his profile. He had this way of wording things - firm but kind, like he already knew the words that would make my pulse race before he even said them. We started talking and honestly, I didn't expect it to go anywhere, but something about his patience made me want to test the limits. The more I opened up, the more he seemed to understand exactly what I needed, even before I did. Now I'm sitting here, my skin still buzzing from the way he made me feel, wondering how the hell he got me to trust him so fast.

I (m28,gay) am into chastity for some time. I love being locked. I have an very open friendship with a girl (25). We talk about sex and kinks a lot. She saw the cage ones in my bedroom but I never told her about it until that one weekend.

She stayed at my place for the weekend. I was locked already for 1 week and kept the cage on for the whole time she was there.

I went to shower before heading to bed. As I was showering, she suddenly came in and said she needed to pee badly. We never had a problem with being nude.

That’s when she saw my cage. I was too horny to hide it.

In bed she asked a lot of questions and was very curious about it.

As a joke I asked her if she wanted to take the keys. That was a mistake. She was thankful and took the keys for the rest of the weekend.

A few weeks later we planed a camping trip together. We met at my place and all of a sudden she asked me if I am locked. I said no, so she made me undress and put on the cage. She put the lock in and took the keys with her.

From then on I was looked without any control.

She allowed me to unlock for cleaning but only under her supervision ( we shared a bathroom on the camping area).

She was even curious about my morning erection in the cage and took a look at it.

The worst of all is that she knows I enjoy being naked on the beach. As the beach was nearly empty she made me go naked with my cage on. It was so hot and I am still dreaming about it today.

However we never did something sexual.

From licking cum off sidewalks and serving as a human ashtray to accidentally blasting my pink-heeled sissy pics to the whole family chat — these are the moments that broke me… and made me leak like a desperate little whore.

A friend hit me with the ultimate loaded question the other day: “What’s the most humiliating thing you’ve ever done… and did it actually turn you on?”I froze. Turns out that’s a surprisingly hard question when your brain is wired like mine. Because if I’m dripping over it… is it really humiliation? Or is the real shame just admitting how much I fucking love being pushed into it?Eventually I just sent them a list. Some of these moments wrecked me, some thrilled me, and a few still make my stomach flip in the best (and worst) ways. For me, humiliation isn’t always about the act itself — it’s the cocktail of vulnerability, risk, and that delicious “oh shit, everyone’s watching” feeling. Here are the highlights from my greatest hits in degradation:

• Got fully sissied up by a friend for a late-night walk down her street. No heels (I still can’t walk in the damn things), just cold air, racing heart, and the constant paranoia that someone would spot us. Zero people noticed. Maximum thrill.
• Served as a human ashtray at a kink party — multiple people using my mouth like a dirty little receptacle. Nothing quite like being reduced to furniture while they casually flick ashes on your tongue.
• Played free-use sissy at a house party. That one still lives rent-free in my head.
• Cum-eating adventures (the non-consensual ones hit different): licking my own load off a public sidewalk in a park, cleaning it off the bottom of a Domme’s boots, and eating a cookie “frosted” with another guy’s cum. Yeah… I went there.
• One of my sissy pics randomly got posted in a tweet by MTV. Instant soul-crushing panic… followed by the slow, filthy realization that it kinda turned me on.
• The nuclear-level accident: meant to send a cute pic of my cottage to the family group chat. Instead, I blasted a full-body shot of me in pink heels and full sissy glory. Zero context. Pure, unfiltered embarrassment. Still the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me — and it wasn’t even hot. Just raw shame.
• Bonus legacy moment: Back in my early twenties I filmed myself in red lingerie, jerking off, cumming in a spoon, and eating it like a good little slut. Years later I discovered the video had leaked and racked up millions of views on porn sites. Full-blown panic attack at first… but eventually? I accepted it. Now I jerk off to the fact that thousands of strangers have watched me degrade myself.