r/tragicsluts

The first time I was going to meet my master, I was so nervous I could barely breathe. The only thing that motivated me to walk was that I would finally meet the person I'd been obsessed with for months, I had created an entire personality just for him, I wanted him with me, I loved him in the most unhealthy way he could imagine, and yet, he terrified me.

He's a different man now, but Dad was really wild and cruel, and I became obsessed with him for that reason. He was bad for me. The first time I wrote to him, it was just a pathetic plea for him to control my life. I was an absolute mess, That's what I told him, but I omitted some things, like the fact that I had been stalking his profile for several weeks and rubbing my pussy thinking about him.

My love was destined for him, we both look scary in some way.

The first time I saw him I looked at him from a distance for almost a minute, he looked beautiful, he was beautiful, huge and imposing. That made me even more shy, but trembling, I approached him. He welcomed me with open arms, kissed me, and I began to cry. He smelled so good, his skin felt so good against mine, the warmth of his body ended the cold I had felt for years, every particle of my being craved more of him, I wanted to merge with him.

I was too awkward to speak and could only stare at him like an idiot. He was so sweet to me. When we took our uber, he didn't take his hands off me, I was so embarrassed, I'm so shy around him. My breathing was ragged, I couldn't even speak to him and his huge hand was already under me, touching my princess parts. His touch was delicious, I was trembling and without saying a word it was clear that my body needed his fingers inside me, but daddy likes to torture me. He guided my hand so I touched his enormous bulge, and I swear it filled me with fear. He was huge.

I was honestly scared halfway home. Dad is taller than me, he weighed a lot more than me, and just by looking at him it was obvious that he was at least 6 times stronger than me. I thought this was too much, I didn't understand how my obsession had caused all this. I felt stupid.

By the time we got inside the house I was already regretting it, I clung to a pillow while I watched Dad immediately set up the cameras. A naive part of me hoped it was all a joke, he wouldn't be that bad to me, would he? I was wrong. I froze completely and clung to the pillow, mainly, I was too inexperienced and I was sure I didn't even know how to fuck properly.

My master started touching me and I was tense and extremely nervous, I kept saying "no", but my body didn't stop him. I couldn't. I loved him. I was willing to do anything for him. Besides, I was afraid, what if he was even crueler if I stopped him?

I had never been slapped during sex before, and dad stunned me with that first slap. It made me moan. I had never seen, touched, or sucked a cock as big and fat as Daddy's, and I was really so happy about it. His cock in my mouth felt so good, even if I couldn't even take half of it, I loved the taste.

He had me trembling with pleasure as he licked my little holes, I was so overwhelmed that from that moment on I started begging. I needed him to stop, I was a pathetic being with almost no experience, his tongue plunged me into pleasure, shame, and shyness. My body was asking for more anyway, no matter what my mind was saying, my body was reacting.

When things progressed further and dad showed me his cock, I really knew I couldn't handle it. For comparison, I'm currently too small, and at that time I barely had an average body, and it was obvious that I wasn't going to be able to handle his cock inside me. I asked him to stop. My head was telling me this was a bad idea. I questioned why I was even there but my mind reminded me that I loved him, that I would do anything for him.

When he had already taken off all my clothes, I was trembling and crying with fear. His cock was so big, I begged him not to, but he punished me for refusing.

"Daddy, please don't hurt me", "you're going to break me", "no, please😿", "That's not going to fit." all pleas that were useless.

He held my legs open and put his cock inside me slowly and mercilessly, I could feel my hymen tearing, I could feel his cock pushing into my insides, my lungs ran out of air, my eyes kept shedding tears and my voice was broken.

I was starting to dissociate after telling my master that I could feel him in my tummy, and he just smiled, he didn't seem to believe a single ounce of my pain.

I didn't push him away, I didn't defend myself, I loved him, I was allowing it. That's what love is. This was the love I begged for, one so intense that it didn't matter if it hurt or was terrifying. He was giving me everything I needed, even if it was too much for me. He was giving me all the love I needed.

"I love you," he would say with each overwhelming and painful movement, "I love you too, daddy," I never denied my feelings. What he did didn't erase my feelings for him. I had fallen in love with him even if he was too sadistic and cruel.

Dad came inside me, and it was the first time I felt the sensation of being filled and claimed. The warm sensation in my belly contrasted with my red hot walls. The first time dad made me his, it didn't stop hurting for a second. And I will never be able to forget it.

I can't clearly remember all the rounds, but I know for sure that my feelings never stopped burning. Dad came inside me too many times on the first day. And he was really violent with my little body, he whipped my butt and legs until my skin turned purple and red, he restrained my wrists and legs, he left me vulnerable and defenseless and he made me cry too much.

But even so, I clung to him, seeking his love, his approval, his warmth. I loved him, and in one way or another, I thanked him for hurting me. I love him in such a twisted and profound way, and from the first day, I made it clear to him that no one would ever love him as much as I do.

Soo, I have a lot of trauma and had an abusive ex in 2022 and he really fucked me up. He did a lot of stuff to me and rly broke me but as much as I hated it I also kind of loved it in a really fucked up way. I found this sub/subs like this last year and got kinda hooked.

I also graduated last year and I’ve been finding it really hard to get a job in my field (or very honestly I just haven’t been trying very hard because I want to put off entering the workforce for as long as possible lol). I was talking to my friend about it and asking her how she never worked but could afford everything and she told me she was a sugar baby. Soo I was inspired and joined a website and I’ve met a few dudes over the past week. Last night the guy I met offered me a lot of money to fuck me and I was drunk and broke and sad and I said yes.

He was 58 and I’m 23. I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel kind of disgusting and definitely stupid but it also makes me really really wet thinking about it. Idk where I’m going with this but I just wanted to get it off my chest

Going through this weird crisis right now and I just need to let it out. Basically I'm someone who seeks validation through sex and also a person sexualizing me. But it has made me do certain things i kind of regret right now. I have fucked two guys from work and that seemed to be enough for people to make a big deal out of it. I'm a quiet and shy woman by nature so i guess that's why people find it extra entertaining.

One of them was this much older guy who basically tried to seduce me by touching me without consent and making sexual comments towards me. I was 22 at the time. I couldn't help it, one day he touched me right in between my legs from the back and I suddenly got wet from it. I then took his offer of going to his house and it all went from there. Him being much older is part of this embarrassment that I feel right now but when I think of the experience again, I still sexualize it.

I've been fucking this other guy from there. It recently ended but the damage is still done. I know people at work probably see me as an easy slut but I never thought about it much and just did what I enjoyed in the moment. The second guy also admitted how apart from seeing me sad at work and seeing himself in me when he first met me, he would also imagine what I look like naked. By now I accepted that I mostly attract the guys who like closed off, vulnerable women.

There was also the time where I rode my bicycle to work in mini skirts last summer. The risk of being exposed and how slutty it made me look turned me on. I look back at it now and think what the hell was I thinking. I know my frontal lobe is fully developed now but thinking about the things I would do still gets me off. I really put myself on the spot as someone who never took judgement well and didn't think it through well enough. Now it has started to hit me.

I can't keep it inside and felt the urge to post it online but not to people with good intentions. But to people who are going to sexualize it and get off on me being vulnerable and seeking validation. Idk if this is the right place for it but I genuinely get off also on exposing myself like this. I guess it's a coping mechanism.