Story: True friends Part 1

There was always some darkness in me, some part of my sexuality that I had suppressed so far. I don't remember why, but a couple of month ago it broke through the surface with such force, that I couldn't resist. Overwhelmed by horniness, but still restricted by my habits and good manners, I found a website that seemed to fit my desires - getDare.com. It didn't request anything from me but some time to sign up. I read a couple of guides. As recommended, I put down a pretty empty list of Likes/Dislikes and Limits. Back then I didn't know shit about all the kinks and fetishes out there, just that I wanted to submit to someone helping me to perform actions humiliating me. Too humiliating to do them on my own. I also set up a blog entry with some PM dares I had copied, and linked it in my signature.

First I only read the forum, watching other users playing Truth or Dare with each other, asking for punishments, reporting actions and feelings on tasks they had done due to others requests. On many occasions, it aroused me even more. I started to post, just something nice and friendly here and there. Some users started threads where a simple reply would add days to their chastity or further punishment according fixed rules. Sometimes they could choose numbers to add or subtract or between several options. Some more hours wearing female cloth here, some self-spanks, tit slaps or ball busts there. So I did. Using my signature, I got the attention of some users, who then send me private messages requesting PM dares I had put up. That's how it worked.

My most simple one was to get naked and crawl on all fours for five minutes. I also had a PM dare to spank me a number of times, as well as one for watching the porn the darer requested. I didn't have to do that. It was only a PM, and no one would control it. Anyway it was simple enough for me, without any risk, and I did it. As other guides recommended, I replied with my own PM to that user, reporting that and how I did it, and how it felt. Just a few sentences. Indeed it had make me feel embarrassed, doubtful about myself, and how I came to set up other to dare me to do this, how my family and friends would think about it. And exactly that increased my horniness. It seemed to fulfill an unspoken, subconscious desire of mine. At the end of the report it felt good. I could have lied. I could have been silent and forgot about it. That I didn't was rewarded with a reply to my PM. The user who had requested the dare and received the report now thanked me, and told me how much he had enjoyed the report. Some pride came up to my head. Still it was an unusual feeling, though a good one.

Now in the very first weeks I noticed broad imbalance, one of them regarding the genders. Most users were male, especially the more active and older ones. Then there were much more people looking for getting dares then giving ones. Basically the easiest way to get dares myself was to give one and ask them to return the favor. I don't know how natural it came, maybe it was due to me being way too horny, maybe just due to the market situation, but soon on I didn't care for the gender or anything else of my dare givers. Additionally, by submitting and playing with other male users, I experienced serving someone else, humiliating myself, getting ordered and abused for their pleasure was much more important to me then any gender, sexuality, age or looks. The beast riding me did override any such restrictions of mine as well as caution and hesitation based on my cultural taboos, disgust and shame. My sexual dragon overwrote it all. As a man, expected to dominate and penetrate, it was even more humiliation to follow orders against my dignity, and commit to those hot degrading actions only female porn actresses and the most slutty or loving girlfriends submitted to. At least in my mind so far. And that's where I learned most of my sexual pleasure to be related to.

Soon enough it proved to be totally right. Via a messenger I had a nice, pleasant talk with another user, male of course, which turned into a nice session. First he proposed to stick a finger up my ass, and then lick it clean. I did so, and he asked me how I felt. "Good", I said. Because it felt good. It felt right. He rewarded me with appreciation: "Good, boy. Take another finger and repeat." It ran down my heart like sugar. Yes, of course I did. I hurried to obey. Another "Very good, slut." was my reward. He started to grap my mind, talking about how embarrassing it would be if my family or friends saw that, knew about it. How they would talk about it. How strangers coming by would take pictures, share them online and people would make degrading comments about me. At the same time he cared if and how it felt good to me, helping my inner slut to come out and play. It wasn't something he invented, though. I really felt freed, strangely enough obeying a strangers degrading command. My thoughts went wild, while my body heated in desperate arousal.

The good part about the internet is, that I could quickly connect with people of same or complementary interests. I could start to play. The downside are many people not caring for the complement, not reading, or just plainly logging off after having jerked off. I can understand them. I backed off many times having cum myself. But I found out the even better part of the internet when I didn't. Instead I stayed in contact. I came back on the people I had made awesome experience with, not asking them for just the next session, the next kick, but making small talk, really caring how they were, and how they felt about the last session, only then telling them about my view. Communication builds trust. I learned to compromise, getting along when people had a different pace, taste or ideas, at the same time respecting when it just wasn't good to play with each other.

One day I bought two carrots. It was a spontaneous purchase, but already with my kinks in my mind. I didn't have the drive to use them on my own, but was honest enough to mention it in one of the friendly talks. So the now friend and I agreed to play with that in mind, this time even with my cam on, showing him me in a bra and tight leggings, but no face. On his command I prepared my ass with my fingers, eager and horny for the carrots. But he kept me off, let me wait and stretch. It didn't take long until he allowed me to slowly use the carrot on my ass after I had sucked it for a while. Following his orders came natural to me now. It was way easier to let myself be exploited by someone who already did it before, told me about his pleasure, and cared for how I felt and was afterwards. Later he was also going to give me some BDSM articles and guides. Preparation and aftercare, neutral talks, likes and limits, safe words, cover, communication in preparation for an awesome session with the feeling of flying. That kind of stuff. But for now I was soon enough sucking one carrot and fucking by ass with the other one, switching them every couple of minutes. I groaned and moaned, while his words accompanied my actions. Apparently he was very pleased with my obedience. Finally he told me to jerk off with one hand, still fucking my ass with the other one.

The next day I was very sorry to tell him about my absence for the next two weeks, since I was going for a trip with my friends. Frankly, I was mostly sorry for myself. I had just discovered and experienced my inner slut. I felt so free following his orders, leading me into submission and self-humiliation step by step, deep into dark desires and fetishes I had strongly objected at the start, but now was eager to embrace. I did want everything else but to shut her away for fourteen days, no matter how much I liked my friends. I knew them for many years now, but I couldn't even think of their reaction should they ever discover my sexual desires or even what I had done to me within my walls. Anyway even my friend encouraged me to go on the trip as planned, "satisfy my need for social contact" as he said. A small part of me still struggled and protested at the disregard of my sexual drive for the sake of any other needs. Still the next day I went off with my friends, far away from any internet connection.


Part 2