Public Slime Confession

An interesting situation came up yesterday. I had been off the internet for a few weeks and I came back on and one of the things I wanted to do was to check your website. The part I find most fascinating is the ‘Dirty Diary.’ I assume you have a larger section inside your website for those who can pay the monthly $20 fee. Alas, at the present time, restarting my own business, I cannot. At the top of the page of the Dirty Diary it says something like, ‘These are some of the sluts who sent me e-mail. Read them, they are funny!’ I imagine you sitting around and laughing at the women who send in those e-mails, and I don’t blame you. Which also did not stop me from mailing in my e-mail to you, telling you my background. I started reading the second letter and I realized immediately that it was my e-mail to you. So not only were you laughing at me, which I expected, but you were exposing me to who knows how many other men and women so they could laugh at me, too. I was so embarrassed. Yet, as I read my letter, knowing how many people had possibly read it, I felt a flush go through my pussy, and I became incredibly turned on. Supremely turned on. Then reading the nasty things you said about me afterwards, in your published reply, for everyone to read’that turned me on even more. The public humiliation excited me and’made my cunt’wet. And reminded me of something that happened to me when I was twenty-four’ I was pretty ‘loose’ at that age and had been to bed with quite a few of the local guys. There was this one guy I really liked named John. One day, I ended up being with him and of course I talked with him. He and his friend invited me to the friend’s room and we had a few drinks. As usual for me at that time, I wanted to go to bed with John, and we did. But I fucked his friend, too. They took turns with me. They wanted to leave shortly after that, so they made me leave the room, too. A ‘Wham, bam, thank-you ma’am,’ kind of experience. I really didn’t mind that part much, but what I did not like came a couple of days later. John, his friend, and two other friends were at a movie theater that I was at with one of my girlfriends. I forget her name now, but she was kind of skinny and not nearly as attractive as me. I saw John and wanted to speak with him so I got her to go down to the front of the theater with me. I was excited to see him because I really really liked him. We went to the row in front of where they were sitting and I sat down right in front of John and I turned around to talk to him and say ‘Hi,’ and that kind of thing. He practically ignored me, just sat laughing and talking to his friends. He would sort of turn his head and say something in their ear, and they would laugh. His friend that he had shared me with was doing the same thing and soon all four guys were laughing. I knew they were laughing at me, that they all knew I had fucked them both. I felt so betrayed because I like John so well. He was so good looking and clean cut looking. I could overhear some of the comments they were making and from that I could piece together part of the conversation. They were telling the other two guys about how they fucked me and they could not get rid of me and how they could not stand me being around. They said I was like, ‘slime.’ All this with my friend sitting right beside me. I should have left right away but I did not, so they began to be downright rude and started calling me ‘slime’ right to my face. I had never been so publicly humiliated, before or since, especially in front of a friend, although there have been other experiences like that. Not many. We left and moved to seats near the rear of the theater and I was pretty silent, enduring my humiliation in front of my friend. After the movie was over we had to exit by the same door and almost at the same time, although I tried to hang back and miss them. But I had to overhear them laughing and looking back at me and as I walked away from the theater one of them called out something to me. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but it included the word ‘slime’ in the sentence. So you putting my letter up on your website, encouraging others to laugh at me, too, reminded me of that experience. But since none of them knew me, although it did shame me, it also made my cunt exceedingly wet and puffy. I touched myself, reaching inside my blouse to caress and pinch my nipples and rubbing my pussy though my shorts I was wearing (we have had a heat spell in California this March). In that letter I talked about how my brothers had spit in my face while fucking me, that they had peed on me, that I had sex with a dog, and several gang-bangs, and I had even done a few shitty things, too. I knew people were reading it and laughing at me’ ‘and it turned me on. It’excites’me’having many people know how dirty I am, and laughing at me because of it. I cannot explain it, but it does. I know I’m a slut, and it turns me on when others realize it, too’.. The end