Submissive Slut Seeks Stud

I need a lot of sex. In fact, I’m nearly insatiable. When I don’t get enough cock I think about it incessantly. When I do get enough (which is rare) I spend a good deal of time recalling the highlights and having orgasmic aftershocks from the memories.

I love having sex with women, too, but I have to fuck men. If pussy is the appetizer then cock is the main course.

In my younger years I was made to feel ashamed of my strong libido and I did what I could to repress it. That culminated in a passionless marriage that finally exploded in a tsunami of lust.

After that sexual awakening I became comfortable with myself and my sexuality. I learned to embrace my slutiness. Now I consider it a crucial part of my identity.

Sir M thinks I’m a nympho although I would just say that I’m hypersexual. Perhaps that’s the same thing, but the designation of “nympho” is used as a more pejorative term. Sir M doesn’t consider a voracious sexual appetite negative unless it is rooted on earlier psychological harm, which is not the case with me. He says I just have a very healthy dose of hormones.

Nymphomania is often classified as a psychological disorder and that ticks me off. There is nothing negative about my ravenous sex drive.

I’m proud to be a slut

In the book The Ethical Slut: A Guide to Infinite Sexual Possibilities, authors Dossie Easton and Catherine A. Liszt  define a slut as:

A person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you.

I appreciate how they’ve appropriated the word slut and turned it into something positive.

Slutiness is nothing to be ashamed of. The only problem it poses for me is that I can never seem to satisfy my libido. The pursuit of hot, wet, steamy sex can be time-consuming and even affect my focus at work.

I almost never meet men who match my voracious level of sexual desire. Western society trains us to believe men are more desirous of sex than women, so men are usually intimidated by my hypersexuality. I am just reaching my stride after an hour or two of passionate fucking and sucking, when most men are ready to go to sleep or watch TV.

That’s why I rejected monogamy.

Once I conceded to the perverted depths of my gluttonous sexual nature, I realized that it’s impossible for one man to meet all my needs — sexually or otherwise. I’m a greedy slut. Three or four steady lovers is optimum for me. It can be time-consuming to juggle all those people’s schedules, but it’s more work to constantly be seeking out available sex partners.

Stud Finder

Sir M noted that my attempts to date weren’t really going well, and as a result I wasn’t getting any action. In his infinite wisdom and generosity, he ordered me to find a vanilla “stud” to take as my lover. As usual, I was to report everything to him.

I’m not permitted to date or even speak to most other Dominant males in the BDSM world. But in Sir M’s universe the vanilla world is autonomous from the BDSM world and I can have separate relationships in each. As such, having a vanilla lover, boyfriend or even a husband doesn’t interfere with my service to Sir M.

Finding a stud sounded like an easy order to carry out but in fact it proved challenging.

I am extremely picky and rarely meet men whom I connect with or consider sexy.

Recycling men

The easiest way to find a stud is to recycle former lovers and boyfriends. They are the low-hanging fruit.

I brought up the idea to J, my former boyfriend whom I’d met at a swing party six years prior. We had fooled around and cuddled many times throughout this year but hadn’t fucked for more than two or three years.

He’s still somewhat in love with me so he didn’t know if he could have no strings attached sex.

J spent a lot of time with me and slept over at my place a lot. One Sunday we spent the day strolling hand in hand on the beach, cooking and then bathing at the Korean spas. We returned to my place feeling clean, refreshed and sexy. Suddenly we flung off our clothes and were ravenously sucking and licking each other with a heated passion I hadn’t felt from him in many years.

He sucked my clit like he meant it, holding me down securely while I thrashed and moaned. I pressed my face against his balls and licked the shaft of his cock all around.

When we’d worked each other up into a frenzy I pulled out a condom. He stopped.

“Oh no, I don’t even want to fuck if I have to use a condom, I hate them so much.”

Ugh! Neither of us would budge on the condom issue and we got angry and frustrated as a result. After that we both held our ground on the topic so the opportunity didn’t arise again.

Next recycle

I also had reconnected with an old lover, P, whom I consider to be one of my sex soulmates. I worship his cock and have written stories about it here.

P is a bit shy and mild-mannered, a laid-back lifestyle surfer, but he’s dominant in the bedroom and in fact gave me my first spanking — that changed my life!

He doesn’t like being pursued so we tend to play a cat and mouse game of chasing and retreating. We follow this pattern each time and eventually we will end up having super hot passionate sex for hours.

I never want to stop having sex with P. He inspires me to unleash my sexual beast and completely abandon any inhibitions I might have. I scream and groan and growl and moan and go deep into outer space when he fucks me.

So I set up a dinner with him on the pretext of helping him post a profile on match.com.  We had a really nice evening at his place. We smoked a little pot and wrote a ridiculous profile for him.

I told him of my current situation and of Sir M’s order. He seemed intrigued and puzzled. Then he stammered, “I’m trying not to be so trampy. I only have sex with one girl now.”

Damn! He had already recycled another lover.

Get fucked, or else

I gave up for the moment but not forever.

The next day when I reported to Sir M my failure to carry out his order, he couldn’t believe how much difficulty I was having getting laid.

“You’d better make this happen or I’m going to put you on total abstinence — no masturbating, no orgasms at all.”

I certainly didn’t want that so I decided to step it up a notch.

I re-posted a dating profile on OKCupid, a vanilla dating site with an alternative bent. My original profile was all about my vanilla self, countries I’ve traveled to, hobbies, favorite restaurants, music, movies, etc.

I took off any recognizable photos and added a paragraph at the top:

“I am a submissive female and property of a Dominant. He has ordered me to take a vanilla lover for myself. I am good-looking with a smoking hot body and love to have sex for hours. I’m smart and fun to hang out with too!”

A flood of responses trickled in from men of all sorts and ages, most of whom I wouldn’t consider as a stud: Boring middle-aged men; short men; middle-aged swingers; young cocky obnoxious guys.

One message made me cry with laughter: “This profile is bullshit!”

I met and hooked up with a few younger guys who were great fun to fuck, but have been hard to connect with because they are ALWAYS busy with work or traveling. I’m really looking for a steady lover, not a once a month fill-in, so a guy who is too busy or lives far isn’t going to work.

I spoke with a horny young New York Italian guy who sent sexy text messages. I have a weakness for that kind of guy — tall, dark haired (especially Latino) and rough — that sends me!

But then our exchange took an unfortunate turn, before we’d even met:

HIM: Can u fuck me in the ass with a toy?
ME: No
HIM: Get lost u old fat ass

This was discouraging but I had plenty of other men to check out.

A good-looking guy whom I was going to meet for coffee turned out to be psycho. He called and texted me non-stop, escalating to screaming threats, before we’d even met. I nearly had to change my phone number.

At that point I was ready to take a little break from online dating.

Finding a lover who tickles my fancy is proving to be difficult beyond belief! If you seriously think you’ve got what it takes, send a message to me on Twitter (@daisytralala.) Remember, I am extremely picky. Good luck to you!