The consensual slut


I am a slut. There I have said it. I make no bones or apologies about it; I am wholly, utterly, and quite unashamedly a slut. Why this sudden proclamation of sluttiness?

Well, firstly the wonderful prompt image by lovely Jadis over at Tits and Test Tubes got more than just my creative juices flowing and, ever since I read the article:  The Consensual Slut Project: Proud to be a ‘slut’ by the fabulous Cara Sutra, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be a slut and if, in fact, I am one. I even discussed it with Master C, when I was writing another post on this subject, who was more than happy to confirm my sluthood. Not only am I a slut, it would seem that I am a slut of the highest order; a wanton, filthy, submissive little slut. What is more, I am not just any slut, I am his slut. I have to say, this declaration pleased me no end and I was obliged to show my appreciation by giving him a blow- job.

But now that we have established beyond all doubt that I am a slut, what exactly does that mean; what is a slut?

In her first book, the lovely Girl On The Net describes a slut as someone who has had more sexual partners than birthdays. By this definition, as I confided in my previous post, I probably became a slut during my penultimate year at school, when I was 16/17. By the same definition, even if I were never to have another new sexual partner ever, there is no way, barring discovery of the secret of eternal youth, that I will live long enough to stop being a slut.

I fucked a lot of people, both men and women in my late teens,  twenties and early thirties. I still fuck a lot of people now, although since meeting Master C, I am aware there are consequences to my actions. I make no apology for it. Some of the sex was great, a lot of it fairly average, and some of it downright awful. I had a lot of one-on-one sex, quite a few threesomes, a couple of foursomes, at least one experience that could only accurately be described as an orgy, and at one particular night club during my student years, I sucked an awful lot of cocks through its infamous glory-hole.

The thing is, while I was doing all this,I would never have described myself as a slut. Granted, plenty of others would have, and more than a few did, but it wasn’t how I saw myself. Sure, I enjoyed sex. I had a lot of sex. I was promiscuous, I had a (pretty well deserved) reputation as an easy-lay and the class bike, but a slut? No, I just simply enjoyed fucking and being fucked.

It was only really once I’d met Master C, and began fully exploring my submissive side that the realisation that I might actually be *whispers* a slut began to dawn on me.

I’d always been aware I had, to put it mildly, submissive leanings. I’d enjoyed being spanked pretty much since losing my virginity. I had allowed partners to restrain me, albeit lightly, and I’ve always liked my male partners to be forceful. With Master C, I learned to take it to the next level. It’s not just the discipline, the roughness and the occasional degradation; it’s about the trust, the belonging, the willingness to serve. With Master C, I leaned to enjoy, want and need these things, and He willingly provided them. He became my Master, and I became His slut.

Now, I’m not for one second equating submissiveness with sluttiness. You can be submissive without being a slut and you can be a slut without being submissive. For me, however, it was the exploration of my submissiveness that triggered my recognition and acceptance of the fact that I was, indeed, a slut; Master C’s slut. The first time He called me his slut, while He was tugging my hair, with His  wonderful cock rammed deep up my back-passage, was one of the most intense sexual experience I ever had. It was an affirmation of His ownership of me.

The swinging scene adds an extra element. It allows Master C to witness my sluttiness; watching me suck and be fucked by the other men, seeing me play with the other women, encouraging them to use me, abuse me and punish me in front of Him.

So, for me, being a slut is nothing about how many people I’ve fucked; it’s an attitude, a way of being, an identity.

I enjoy being a slut, I love being a slut and, as I so often repeat myself saying, I am so very, very proud that I am Master C’s slut.

#Masturbation Monday

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9 thoughts on “The consensual slut

  1. I’ve embraced the term “slut” even though by societal standards, I likely don’t qualify. But like you, I explore it as part of my submissive because I am his slut, too, and it’s wonderful.

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