Madison did not cum after she left the dean's office. She did not touch herself. She didn't even wear her usual slutty attire. No, she decided to save all of her desires up, build up the tension, and expose herself for complete ruin once and for all after exams were finished, after she had received her degree and was at a point where the school could not do anything to her - and a point when she would be so sexually desperate and frustrated that she would finally take it all the way.
By take it all the way, Madison intended to display herself on every social media account she owned - this way her friends, her former teachers, her old neighbors and high school classmates - and even her family - would finally see what she really was. But she was scared. She had posted asking for help, asking for someone to push her over the edge, and she got a lot of replies. Most of them weren't serious, or they seemed inexperienced, not assertive enough for what she needed.
There was one reply that really caught her attention, a 39 year old man from Milwaukee, and so she started talking with him about it.
"Hi, Madison - I saw you're looking for someone to push you into completely ruining yourself. I have actually been a fan of yours for a while wondering when you're going to go for broke and go for complete and total humiliation. I'd be happy to help - as long as you understand what you are asking for and that you're really going to be ruined. Literally everyone will know about you, know you are Webslut Madison, and that's all you'll be to most of them. They will never forget. It will be horrific for you. I know you seem to go back and forth about this, but I can tell how much you crave it watching your videos. You need it, Madison, just like I need to help you achieve your dreams. I'm only a couple hours away. I can come down and manipulate you into the most intense, dreadful, revolting exposure and assist you in your craving for endless suffering. Just pick a day - I would want most of a day - and I will come and make it happen."
As she read, there were several reasons she was drawn to this particular message. The first thing was that he had seen all of her content. That meant he would know what she was asking for, he would know how extreme the consequences would be for her. After all, she wasn't just some random slut asking for one naked picture to be posted anonymously online - no, she was asking for her entire being to be ruined, to be exposed with her real name and to be exposed to essentially all of her contacts from every source, so that everyone she knew would see her - or, at the very least, know that she chose to be an exposed Webslut.
And then - he also seemed aggressive but not so aggressive he was insane. He just seemed to get her, somehow, to understand what she needed. He seemed to understand that the sexual, deranged part of her craved doing this to herself, but her rational, thoughtful part caused her to think twice. He seemed to understand that she needed an extra push to take the plunge, to really make it as humiliating as she craved it to be.
"Hi," she messaged back. "I saw your message and I'm interested in your suggestion. I want to talk about it first, make sure we're both fully on board. And if we are, come down on the 12th at noon and have the rest of the day to expose me."
"Sure," he wrote back a couple hours later. "As far as being fully on board, what did you have in mind?"
"I guess I'm looking for someone to push me to admit on all my socials that I'm Webslut Madison and maybe post a couple of my more tame pictures so they don't get reported. Would you be interested in something like that? Like I need someone to be there and get me turned on and talk me into it, lol."
"Yeah definitely! What kind of socials are you talking about?"
"TikTok, Facebook, IG, snap, twitter, everything really. Want to text me?"
The man provided his number and introduced himself as Aaron, and the conversation went from there.
"So I take it from your videos you understand you're basically going to be fully and completely exposed, no going back, everyone will know. Just want to make sure you are sure that's what you want before I drive down there."
"Yes," she texted back. "I've been needing it for so long. Wanting, waiting. I need someone to basically talk me into it as I go and make sure I don't immediately take it down, lol."
"What reservations do you have?"
"My life would be so ruined! Will be so ruined I should say. My parents will never get it, never understand why I want or need this. It will be so humiliating, so embarrassing when everyone finally finds out."
"And what makes you want to do that to yourself? You know you'll be putting yourself through emotional hell."
"Because I get off on humiliating myself. I mean I know it's not normal to actually want to be humiliated and embarrassed like that, to want to be exposed and seen naked and degrading myself in front of everyone I know. But it gives me such a rush, the shame of it all, it makes me drip. It makes me desperate for more, to make it worse."
"So you really want this kind of embarrassment then?"
"Definitely. I love humiliating and embarrassing myself. And I love the pain and shame that comes from it."
"So if I come down, you're going to post on all your socials, letting everyone see what you are?"
"Yes, once you talk me into it and convince me I need it ;) can you do that?"
"I don't see why not ;) and will you be including links or descriptions of where to go to find your really raunchy stuff?"
"I mean...I would if you told me to. I like not having control. I want to do it partially because I was told. And I want to lose control of everything and just be ruined. Would you want me to post links?"
"If I come down there, you're posting them."
"Ok."
"And filthy captions too. Humiliating, horrible ones describing what you want and why."
"Ok :)"
"And you said you wanted to make sure you don't immediately take it down. Are you afraid you would want to?"
"I've exposed myself on socials before in the middle of the night when I was super horny and deleted it like 5 minutes later after I came lol. Just want to make sure I keep it up."
"How would you want to make sure you keep it up?"
"I mean - I've thought about how. I don't really have any great ideas. Basically either tie me up and leave me until I'm completely ruined. I could destroy my phone too, but then I could just cheat and use my computer, plus I'd risk losing my pics and videos."
"Hmm. Destroying your phone is a bad idea. And tying you up and what, just leaving you for someone else to find? And assume that you were forced into everything?"
"I know, like I said, I don't have any great ideas."
"Someone could sit with you and talk you out of it every time you try to take it down," he said, "at least for the first few hours or the first day. That should be enough to get what you want."
"Yeah. Or drive me out into the middle of nowhere and leave me with no food and no money and make me figure out how to get back to my apartment before I can take it down. And by then it will be too late."
"Wow. That's a little risky. You'd basically be helpless. What if you get kidnapped? Or you have to whore yourself out to get money for a ride or something, or trade sex for rides?"
"Ok that's kinda hot. Not the kidnapped part, but the rest of it. Like sell it for ten dollars and have to sell it to like 10 different guys just to get home. Wow. That's nuts. I'm way too horny for my own good if you can't tell!"
"Oh I can tell. I really think you'd need to just be kept on edge, not able to cum until 24 hours have passed or something."
"Yeah that would require you coming down and staying overnight or something. I don't think I would even be able to sleep."
"And turn your phone off so when your friends and family try to call you you don't even know."
