I want you to visualize me as I am right now writing this. It is Sunday night, about 9 pm, and I am sitting naked on my couch cross-legged with my laptop on my lap and my thick veiny 8-inch purple dildo filling my slutty pussy. Every slight movement I make slides the toy in and out teasing my already slick hole. My juices are dripping down onto the fabric below me sure to leave a stain but I don't care, it'll just be one more stain to match the dozens of others I have left there.
As I take my hands and rub my arms or legs they glide effortlessly across my smooth skin, but when I move them to my chest they stick ever so slightly on the tacky mess that I made earlier. The same is true of my neck and face too. Not sure what mess I am talking about? Allow me to explain.
Recently I earned myself a rather severe punishment, one that was far too extreme for me to actually be able to manage. So I asked for help, ideas to replace the literal hundreds of spanks I owed. Earlier today around 4 pm I saw a suggestion that involved humiliating myself and I went for it.
My task was to masturbate and then to take my slutty whore juices and to rub them all over myself then to spend 400 minutes covered in my mess. So I did. I gave myself until 5 pm to finger and edge as much as I could and every few minutes I made sure to slather on a new coat of my humiliation make-up. I covered everything from just below my boobs up to my hairline and even behind my ears and on my shoulders. I probably shouldn't admit this, but I love being a submissive messy fucking humiliation slut. I wonder, does that make me a good girl or a bad girl?
I should probably also say at this point that in the spirit of the punishment, I decided I had to spend the time in public and as a bonus challenge I was going to try to talk to at least one person for each place that I went. When 5 pm came around I closed all of my tabs of porn and got dressed. I decided on a simple sports bra and track shorts combo, sexy but not begging for attention. I left my apartment and the undeniable erotic smell of my pussy followed me all the way into my car.
I drove to a nearby park with a jogging trail. I come here a few times a week and it normally isn't anything special, but I was still so horny. I sat in my car for a few more minutes and I played with my nipples to get them nice and hard and poking clearly into my sports bra. Then just before I got out of my car I slid my left hand into my shorts and got my fingers nice and wet for one last coat all over my face.
There were maybe two dozen people in the park which was more than there usually is but I guess it was Sunday afternoon so I probably should have expected it. I got two laps around the park before I wanted to move on. On my way back to my car I approached a group of college-aged guys at a table and asked them what time it was. They had no tact at all and the entire time they stared almost directly at my tits. I wanted so bad to flash them right then and there but I didn't. I just thanked them and walked away. I couldn't help but wonder all the way back to my car if they would have been willing to gangbang me. There were four of them and they looked pretty strong. Fuck, I am so horny right now.
After that, I made my way to a gas station. I might be a filthy nasty humiliation slut but at least I have manners. I used some wet wipes in my car to clean my hands before I went inside. There I bought some jerky and a bottle of water, nothing much but really I was just forcing myself to talk to the cashier. She was nice and my outfit didn't seem to phase her either way. I do hope that she was secretly judging me though. Did she know I was a slut? I wonder how she would punish me if she could. Or maybe she was a closet slut too and I could corrupt her? She was kind of cute, I bet she would look even better with her tongue buried in my pussy. It is getting hard to type with my hips rocking and humping. I need to finish this fast so I can give my pussy the attention it craves.