What’s wrong with being a slut?

My mom was old school. I always heard about being a “good girl”, the kind of girl a boy takes home to his mother and marries. She told me over and over that I’m not “that kind of girl” inferring that I’m not a slut. Deeper behind that was that I was supposed to hide my sexuality and refrain from any outward appearance of being sexy or interested in sex at all.

Don’t flirt, don’t wear too much make-up, don’t wear my clothes too tight or show too much cleavage. The list of don’t were as long as my arm! Even my walk was to be completely unfeminine. Don’t swing your ass, only “those” kind of girls walk like that.

Somehow, I was supposed to snag myself the husband of the century as an asexual good girl? I’m confused….

My body was never OK in her eyes. I was too fat from the time I was 8 years old. You’re too big to wear that! This was to be her mantra until the day she died. I was 42. Is it any wonder I developed an eating disorder really young which lasted half a lifetime? HIDE WHO YOU ARE!!!

From the time I discovered sex at 18 I loved it! Fun, adventure, orgasms, pleasure, pleasing another…. what else is there? What else can I try? I was introduced into the world of kink with my very first partner. I didn’t know that at the time, but I sure do now. I’ve always had experiences many other people don’t.

I was in my mid-30s before I had any idea what I look like. What I saw in the mirror and what my self-image was were terrifying! Not just fat, but a grotesque, hideous looking monster. I couldn’t see why I always landed good looking guys. It didn’t register. All the years of being told I’m not good enough sunk in to create this vision of myself as outwardly disgusting. That is SOO not true!! I’m a gorgeous woman with so much sex appeal it’s unreal sometimes.

I never lacked sex partners or boyfriends. I didn’t have the self-confidence to stick around, but I wasn’t lacking offers!

One day, a man entered my life who looked at me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen! I started seeing myself through his eyes. Damn, if he wasn’t right!! 😉 He told me to stop hiding my body! He gave me tons of praise for looking sexy. The man fucked me like a whore and loved me like a princess. All parts of me started running on full throttle.

I’d always been a slut! I just hid it. I was ashamed. I didn’t want people to know. Succulent Savage is a good girl… she’s not that kind of girl… she’s the kind of girl who gets married. LMAO All of those things are true!!! I AM a good girl, Daddy’s good girl. I AM a slut, Daddy’s slut (now). And I AM the kind of girl who gets married, Daddy is #4.

Before I met and settled down with Daddy, I ran around and had the time of my life! We won’t talk about how much or what all went on, because Daddy reads my blogs, but we’ll just leave it at the point that I grasped hold of that inner slut and let her shine!

The cultural training, plus my lovely mother, left a dark spot on the word SLUT. It took some time for me to get past that and own the word as my own. Being promiscuous is not inherently a bad thing. Be safe. Don’t do it if it makes you feel bad about yourself. Pick your partners wisely. Have fun! If it makes you feel good, do it!

One of the guys I liked to fool around with, let’s call him Maestro, was into humiliation play. It was a hard limit for me. Eventually, the day came I asked Maestro to call me a slut during sex. His turn on was epic. Mine was even more so!! I was hearing the term as an endearment… I was Maestro’s slut for that session. During aftercare, Maestro asked me what changed that I wanted to explore a little humiliation. All I could say was that I trusted Maestro and I knew that the word wouldn’t be used as a term to hurt me, rather a word to enhance both of our pleasure.

Now there are many words I enjoy hearing during sex. I’ll be a fucktoy, a slut, dirty whore, a worthless whore not worth anything other than pleasing my Owner… the list goes on. There is a huge sexual satisfaction in hearing them… and in saying them myself! No longer are these words used to temper my sexuality, but to allow me to explore it more fully and OWN my sexuality.

The longer I’m part of the kink community, the more I see and hear women owning their sexuality. I hear many women talk about owning the term slut. Being proud of it and comfortable with it.

Let’s face it, there is not a man alive who wants a sex partner that’s androgenous and asexual. He wants a woman who will have fun and do all the dirty things he fantasizes about. Being a good girl and the kind of girl you marry do NOT cancel out being a dirty slut. The number of sexual partners a woman has does not diminish her worth or make her bad.

I love sex! I’m kinky. I’ve been promiscuous. I’m 100% dedicated and faithful to my Daddy, yet I’m still HIS slut to do all the dirty things He can dream up.

What’s wrong with being a slut? NOTHING!

One thought on “What’s wrong with being a slut?

  1. On balance, you’re right. I say that because my wife got a full load of negative sexuality from her mother, among other influencers. In my family of origin, my mother’s sister, my aunt, had a child out of wedlock. That’s all I know. However my mother fully embraced her sexuality. We never got an unqualified “sex is bad” message. Sex was always good, if it was attached to marriage.

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