My New Friend- Three Ways In… tells about her slutty self

I have a new friend I met on Twitter. She calls herself Three Ways in, and she is a submissive. The stories she tells me are VERY hot. I thought I would share one with you. Here’s a blog from her myspace. http://blogs.myspace.com/

All About My Slutty Life
Current mood:  anxious
Category: Life
OK, no one can fully explain themselves in a single page, but I’m asked a lot of questions about my sexual antics. If you’ve followed my promiscuity from the start, you probably know most of this, but newcomers, to my lewd behaviors, may not understand why I do the things I do. Actually, I don’t fully understand my ways, but isn’t that what living is for – learning about yourself?

Most people would be horrified if their partner suggested they pee into a sewer grate in public parking lot or have simultaneous sex with several of their friends. But not me. I strive for it, but not for the reasons you may think. And even if one were turned on by engaging such depraved performances, would you want to tell anyone? Welcome to my slutty world where I chatter on and on about all the perverse things I love to do. But is "love" the right word?

I can’t deny my actions. Master has far too many incriminating photos along with hours & hours of video for me to quietly dismiss anything. I couldn’t keep a straight face and tell a girlfriend that I’ve never tried anal sex. I might fib about the bruise on my arm to coworkers, but I can’t deny fighting my wrist restrains during sex the night before. I enjoy inviting friends over for dinner, but do so with the intention of letting them gang bang me. Dashing out to buy a quart of milk is eminently more fun when men are staring at the micro-mini skirt that barely covers my a$$. As much as I am a slut, I’m a lot of other things too.

My reality is I like to dress conservatively. I typically avoid contact and conversation with strangers. I’m exceptionally shy. I like my surroundings clean and proper. I’m very passionate about sex. I’m somewhat of a control freak. OK, I lied – I’m a complete control freak.
That doesn’t sound very slutty does it?

Enter my boyfriend (aka- my Master). He grants me an amazing alter-ego. Under his guise I become bold, daring, extroverted and devilishly slutty. We’ve all seen hypnotists on TV that seemingly get people to cluck like chickens or act contrary to good reason. Master has no such talents. The talent he possesses is showering me with enduring love – a kind of love I don’t always believe I deserve? Huh?

I adore my own controlled environment allowing me to be successful at work, at home and feel socially comfortable. When stripped of those comforts someone different emerges. Prior to meeting Master, I had little experience with fear, anxiety, pain or the array of emotions most of us would gladly live without. He awakens something in me. It’s something scary, but something very addictive.

Picture this shy introverted girl who wears pants to the beach suddenly strutting along the high-tide line in a thong bikini. Think about the girl hovering above a public toilet, ensuring no filth touches her bare skin, hiking up her skirt to pee in an alley as people walk by only steps away. Imagine the courteous hostess forgoing the sink full of dirty dishes because she’s tied to the bed watching men use her over & over.

THAT girl is terrified, humiliated and beyond any discomfort she’s ever known. But she is also full of emotion, awareness and vibrant! She redefines "alive". She endures her nervousness to know what it’s like to give a blowjob in a moving car. She suffers the humiliation of kneeling in piss for the rush of being caught having sex in a public bathroom. She wrestles with fears about her own self-worth to experience a roomful of men raping her for hours. Everything I conquer makes me stronger, yet every time I face uncertainty I still cower. It’s an odd cycle, but in the end I always smile.

If you passed me on the street, I might not garner an single second of your attention and even if I did, you probably wouldn’t speculate I had a butt plug beneath my skirt. If you watched me jotting down notes in a meeting, you might not suspect I was fantasizing about gang banging everyone in attendance. If you watched me eating lunch, you wouldn’t know how much I’d prefer a big c0ck in my mouth. But if you saw my legs spread on a public bench, you might stay to enjoy the view. It’s all about perspective – mine and yours.

I have secrets and so do you. Master wants to relieve me of some of my secrets. The guy I say "hi" to in the elevator each morning doesn’t need to know I’d let him cum inside me. The girl at the coffee shop, across the street, doesn’t need to know how much I’d love to lap her pussy. The annoying guy from Accounting doesn’t need to know I have a butt plug up my a$$ as he berates my inability to fill out forms. My neighbor doesn’t need to know the dinner party I hosted last night left semen pouring from all my orifices. My plumber doesn’t need to know I frequently kneel in my bathtub for golden showers that overflow from my mouth down my chest.

None of them need to know due to their proximity to my everyday life. But I do want YOU to know!