My intense desire, and uncontrolled need to be recognized as a true slut started to become a reality in earnest on Sunday in December of 2016. The genesis of this need is unknown but increased exponentially as I reached 40. Perhaps irrational, but nonetheless always on my mind, and becoming more dominate and controlling each day... the need to be openly recognized a sexual object and sexual object only, to be known as easy, insatiable, and without limits... to allow my self to be used by anyone... to openly advertise my needs, urges, and willingness... to be stared at... to take foolish risks... The drive finally eclipsed my ability to use restraint... and i resolved that this is my essence... and I will dedicate my self to the animal urges and will take the consequences as a choice in my life.
As I lay in bed Sunday AM, I resolved that the tensions could no longer be contained.
I needed to fulfill the internal burn a true freak cannot ignore. As I rose I contemplated what actions might provide a short term release.
I carefully chose my wardrobe for the day... something that would without question advertise my wanton needs... I selected my gang of divas low rise camo cutoffs... sitting 7 inches below my pierced navel, and with a length of just 4.5 inches, I was excited by how I looked. My tight ass cheeks were clearly visible from the extreme v-cut of the rear my shorts. My lean tummy was tanned, with my muscular abs ripped from countless gym days in preparation for the day that I knew would inevitably come.
I chose a sheer men's tank top undershirt... which I had previously cut to the perfect size just as a tease which I modeled in the privacy of my room. I cut it just so the bottom of my small erect breasts were just barely covered... 9 inches in total length. The top's sheerness and tightness clearly showed my new barbell nipple piercing as well as the contours of my small tits.
For shoes, I chose my favorite Nelly Bernal 7 heels... with 2 inch platforms. The extreme height tightened and stretched my calves.
I pulled my hair up straight up on top of my head... and used a laced leather hair collar to hold it high, tight, and extreme! My makeup was next, shadow, eyeliner... dark, and intense... And deep burgundy lips... My two inch leather collar choked my neck and my silver wrist collar completed my presence... .
I then walked to the mirror and carefully reviewed my presence... I shook, became breathless, and started to perspire... I was the realization of the vision I had had in my mind, in my dreams, and fantasy... I finished by rubbing a light sheen of oil on my legs... they glistened. As I made my final adjustments... I realized I was essentially almost nude... with tall tan oiled legs, interrupted by a small patch of cloth... then a tight and lean torso with a sheer strip covering only my tits... but could I do it... could I fulfill my need... yes... I must! I grabbed my small black leather clutch and headed to the front door before I lost my drive and courage.
