I've been doing erotic writing and roleplaying on Reddit in some capacity for 5-6 years now. Typically, when I start talking with a partner, it is very dispassionate and impersonal; an almost "professional" writing relationship. Opening introductions, penning down smut, then we go our separate ways and rarely talk again. Occasionally, a writing partnership will blossom into something else, but those pale in comparison to the experience I had last Friday.
It started with a simple post I'd made looking for a partner. There were several good responses, but one immediately caught my eye. The author was confident, polite, well-spoken, and was just the right level of dominant & condescending to push my slut buttons. I've always considered myself a switch, but by the time I finished reading her message, I was in full submissive mode.
I'm pleased to say that, the moment we started talking, she was everything I dreamed of in a dominant partner: imperious, degrading, and delightfully cruel. Despite being only 25, she had a level of comfort with herself and understanding of kink that is rare even in individuals with a decade more experience. Boundaries were set. Safe words were established. Aftercare was discussed. Within minutes, I was eating out of the palm of her hand, and wishing I could eat so much more of her. Within hours, I was hooked completely.
I discovered early on that she was a Latina after she dubbed me her puta. As a white woman, it was a partnership I'd never experienced before, and being called that resonated directly with my cunt. I asked, then begged for more, to be degraded and humiliated in Spanish. She called me her puta pendeja, her pinche facilota, her pinche puta malpensada, and so on. I tell you now that, while I do not speak Spanish, my cunt must understand it fluently, because each degrading phrase she heaped on me was like connecting a live wire directly to my clit. It literally short-circuited my brain, made me wet, horny, and desperate in ways I hadn't felt in years, and even though we've barely been talking for a week, I've lost count of the number of pairs of panties I've had to change.
I called her my Miss by the end of the first night. Within just a few days, I was begging her to let me call her Goddess. She's made me wear clothespins on my nipples while doing chores. Each morning, she makes me pray to her and worship her while pinching my clit, giving her offerings of both pain and praise. Even more degrading and humiliating, she has completely taken away my ability to cum or even to touch myself, making me into an even greater desperate, wet, horny mess for her. I am so very grateful for the denial and treatment she has subjected me to.
I am usually very in control of my reactions, but this woman absolutely wrecked my defenses and left me needy and begging for more. All week my idle thoughts have been filled with her, of the exquisite torture she's brought me and hopes of what is to come. I thought that I was a professional, respectable, well-adjusted woman, but I realize now that I am just a stupid, easy bitchslut for a younger woman who broke me without even breaking a sweat.