You Don't Own Me And Why Being Called Your Slut Crosses The Line

I am a girl who has her kinks - everybody does. Whether you enjoy golden showers, being penetrated anally or have a foot fetish after awhile people start to develop things that turn them on whether it is taboo or not.

I'm very experimental when it comes to sex. I love choking and BDSM style naughty play and engage in harnesses, leashes, collars, slaps, and ties often. I'm not a full nipple-clamp kind of girl but if I am in the mood I love to try new things.

As my sexual experiences grow I've been finding my limits as to what I find sexy, kinky, or just plain gross. Sometimes it is a fine line - I am happy sending nudes and receiving dick pics as long as it's not the first photo I receive from a guy. I call myself a slut or a whore but no one else is allow to call me that. Finding what you are comfortable with and uncomfortable with is an important part of growing sexually.

But I recently felt like I went too far - like it was too much. I realised I liked kinky fun dirty play, but I don't like being disrespected or degraded. Some people get off on that shit, but I have come to realise I wasn't one of them.

I met a guy up for sex who I had seen once before and had enjoyed my experience with. He was a bit of a dom but I was interested in gaining new sexual experiences with him so was keen to give it a try and meet him again. But things changed. After a very sexually charged weekend, I was tired and just wasn't in the mood to be too dirty. I want a good fucking, without having to go too dirty.

Because you can't be dirty all the time. Sex changes - whether you are fucking, making love or having sex. It depends on the mood, the flirtation and the energy. Well I wasn't in the mood for fucking. I wanted to just have sex.

I knew my heart wasn't really in it, but I got into it anyway. The oral pleasure was delightful as usual and I ended up taking something very very large into my pussy, but then it came to his turn. I was happy to give him a blowjob and enjoyed doing so, but that's when things got a bit dirty.

He started filming me sucking his cock.

Usually I am ok with being filmed - I am a camgirl after all and he had expressed interest in being on the show with me. I knew he wanted to film it so I wasn't surprised. I went along with it. But that's when it went too far.

"You're my whore aren't you?" he told me as I sucked his cock and looked up at him. "What are you? Tell me." When I didn't say anything his dom voice came through and he started demanding it. "What are you? Tell me!"

"I'm your whore," I told him, looking him dead in the eye as he filmed me saying it. Then I slapped his cock hard twice and went back to sucking him.

I felt pressured to say that. I wasn't comfortable and I shouldn't have just gone along with it. This was a man who told me I was a queen, who he worshipped and was in awe of, and suddenly he wanted me to be his whore.

It stripped away every belief of queendom I had been cultivating in the last three months. I'd been developing respect for myself and demanding it from others, and it had been stripped away with three words that I should never have said. I should have told him that I was his queen.

But I didn't say that. And I left feeling degraded, and dirty.

I am more than happy to call myself a whore, and a slut, but I do not abide by anyone else calling me that - especially in a derogatory way. It particularly pisses me off when people say that I am "their whore". You have no power over me - no man does. I am not yours. I am not just a body for you to control. I am a person to be respected and no one can control me.

This isn't the first time I have been called someone's whore, or forced to say it. I had a man in France sext me and he started calling me his slut and his whore and saying he wanted me to do degrading things like lick his spunk off the floor after he blows a load. Needless to say my pussy dried up instantly and I stopped the conversation.

And then once I took the power back, he stopped saying it. He knew he couldn't get what he wanted by calling me that. I developed my line and my boundary for being called things in bed or in a sexually explicit situation.

And after the dirty feeling that I walked away with the other night this is a boundary that I will never let anyone cross again.

I am more than my body. If I choose to give it to you it doesn't make it yours.

Photo by Zharth