This is the story of the thing that broke the levee and finally allowed me to become the slut I’ve always dreamed of. This happened a few weeks after my first hookup with the man who broke me, Jay.

I first met Jay on Grindr shortly after Z dumped me. I cried over her for a little while but the breakup was indirectly related to me being hypersexual and that got me thinking. I was feeling really alone and reached out to other hypersexual people for support and got nowhere with that. But then I decided, “Fuck this, fuck shame!” 😤 I resolved to stop letting myself feel shame over how important sex is to me! I had made a Grindr for Z and I to find a guy to hook up with because she wanted to watch a guy fuck me. I decided to log into that account and rework it to find someone to hook up with on my own. At first I was timid and I wanted guys to meet me in public first and had this whole list of things I required. As you can imagine I didn’t get very far doing that, but I did find Jay! He met me at a local Jack in the Box and bought me tacos and talked. We exchanged numbers and texted a little while before I agreed to let him take me to his place for my first hook up! 😁 Im gonna write about that later because that’s not what this one is supposed to be about. This is about what happened weeks later.

Jay manged to very quickly gain my trust and he felt very comfortable to be around and be open with. After we hooked up twice he Invited me to go with him to a place he just called “The Bath House.” I knew nothing about this place but the more he told me about it the more nervous I became, but also the more I wanted it! The Bath House is a Spa that operates on private memberships and allows sex anywhere on the property once you get through the front door. He described to me that I would need to be comfortable with being touched and telling people no. At this time he didn’t know how much I loved being touched and how much of a fantasy it had been for me to be touched without being asked first. I asked more questions and learned that they have a vending machine with poppers, lube, and mouthwash and condom dispensers on the walls. He also told me that women can get a private room for $5 on Sundays so he wanted to bring me on a Sunday! The plan was to get us a private room and give me the key so if I got overwhelmed I could go sit in our room. This gave me a solid safety net. I decided to tell him about another kink I have, which is sorta pet play. I asked him to put me in a leash and collar and lead me around. The idea was this would do a few things for me. This would communicate to everyone else that I was his, it would get me into the headspace to do something like this, and it would make me feel safer as it would leave no chance for me to lose track of him. He agreed and on the way there that night we stopped at PetSmart and got me a collar and leash. I told him all the rules I had, which wasn’t much, and told him that I want him to handle my consent because I’m going to be too shy to say yes but I really want to! He agreed to all of it. I also told him to pay attention to me and try to help me go to our room if ne noticed me getting anxious and he promised he would do that for me.