Late night Browsing

My story begins back when I was just nineteen. I had recently graduated from high school, and was still waiting for my first semester at college to start. I grew up in a very religious household with parent's whose views on the world became increasingly more liberal as I grew up. That didn't mean that I was free to do as I wished my senior year or anything. I was still expected to go to church each weak, I never smoked or drank I had never seen weed before in my life, and I hadn't so much as been kissed. Not that I didn't have guys that wanted to kiss me. I wouldn't say that I was a ten or anything. I had a bit more tummy fat than I would have wanted, I was shorter than most of the girls in my grade, and my tits were pretty small at only a b cup. But my long blonde hair and toned legs from all the dancing I did growing up turned quite a few heads. I always said though that my eyes were my best attribute, green like emeralds with flecks of blue mixed in to give me a , somewhat, exotic look. At least, I was exotic as it got in my small suburban town in the middle of nowhere.

To say that I felt repressed was an understatement. My only relief was a late night porn habit that I developed a few years back. At first it was simple curiosity. Id look for celebrity fakes or parodies of tv shows and movies I liked. From there it evolved into deepthroat blowjobs to big titted bimbos to full blown BDSM. My favorite types of scenes were CNC type videos where the girl was tied up by a rival or enemy and then fucked into submission. I always wondered what it would be like to be in their position; to feel that utter sense of helplessness and ecstasy all mixed into one. What happened, I wondered, when all the fucking was done? was she expected to get back to her regular life as if nothing had happened? Would she live with the shame that her sexual submission brought to her? Or would she be transformed by her captor into something darker?

Apparently Google was reading my mind, and like always, had the answers to my questions. It was ate that night, and I was already in my bed. The rest of the house was asleep. Masturbation had become my nightly ritual sense graduation. I wasn't proud of how often I did it, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to keep her shit together. That night though, I was up rubbing one out more for habit than arousal. I couldn't seem to get excited about any of my usual go to's and I was just about ready to call it a night. That was when I saw a link for an anonymous chat site. Sense I don't want to get involved in any potential legal trouble, we'll just call this site chat2fuck.

Chat2fuck seemed pretty straight forward. I didn't have to register or pay anything to access the rooms. I didn't have to give out any personal information. All I had to do was type in a username, and just like that I was in as a guest. The site itself was pretty straight forward, there were a variety of rooms with different themes. There was a porn room will a bunch of porn gifs and captions of every genre, A BDSM room that featured a few gifs but mostly involved people looking to meet up for kinky fun off site. There was an older for younger room that matched young people like me with MILFs and DILFs. But the room that I was drawn to the most was the Slut for Humiliation Room.