Smut, Sluts, and Aud Truth

Yes this is erotica, yes most of this happened and yes some is fictionalized to protect identities, places, people and even to move the story along. Still this is my naughty origin story. If people want more I shall write and share more. Here is the first snippet.



The bass thumped out the frantic and mechanical  rhythm of some nameless industrial song as I sat handcuffed to the bar observing those faceless people around me in the fluctuating darkness punctuated by the flashing lights from the far off dance floor. I was wearing a skin tight bodysuit that barely covered my ass and only six inch stiletto heeled shoes in black. My hair was back in a ponytail and I could not really move, balancing precariously on the slick bar stool trying to retain my composure as best as I could. Being cuffed to a bar in a  crowded and cryptic club in front of total strangers was all new to me. Feeling countless hot and sweaty bodies press up behind me was even stranger and yet it was somehow reassuringly pleasant and erotic. Some hands shamelessly groped the exposed flesh of my pale thighs and the brushes against my almost bare ass were definitely not accidental and yet I did not pull away. I actually enjoyed it. I was not sure who they were, male, female, young or old. I didn't give a fuck ! I was enjoying being lusted after and accepting the pleasure of that moment.

The club shall remain nameless as shall my much older companion a wealthy man over 20 years my senior, a man who indoctrinated me into a world of depravity sluttery and the kind of sex that I never thought was even possible in my most wild and horny fantasies.

 I was 19 then, just barely, and everything about my presence in this place, from my predicament, to my ultra revealing and naughty outfit that barely contained my perky young ass in the skin tight shorts of my one piece zippered bodysuit to the deliciously dangerous stiletto heels that I wore on my bare feet and my long pale legs. 

The only remnant of the former me were the black framed eye glasses on my face. Everything else was utterly new.

Everything that normally needed to be covered was exposed to all to see, and all the things that usually could go uncovered were wrapped in tight black garment. Everything about this was wrong and immoral from my illegal presence in this strange underground club to my outfit to my much older and much more experienced mentor, companion and lover. 

It was wrong and yet it felt so right.

This was the night I realized I loved being a SLUT. It was not the night when he made me be a slut or act like a slut it was the night when I REALLY embraced my inner wanton whore and became a slut for my own pleasure………..

To be continued…………………….