Tanya was, perhaps, overly harsh on herself. Every night she went out clubbing with the man she had a crush on, and made a fool of herself over him, while he totally ignored her and made out with other women. And every night she would come home, and stare at herself in the mirror and berate herself for being such a fool. “You’re a dumb slut,” she’d tell herself angrily. “You’re such a dumb slut. Why are you such a dumb slut?”
But those words echoed in her head through the next day. Her subconscious kept the phrase “you’re a dumb slut” running back and forth through her mind, and then each night she would reinforce it with another angry round of self-flagellation in the mirror.
Without realising it, she started to rework her closet, replacing her more modest clothes with the kind of stuff she thought a dumb slut should wear – all short skirts and see-through tit-hugging tops and high heels. She stopped thinking as much, stopped staying informed – she was dumb, after all – and more and more found herself asking men for help with basic tasks.
She started to masturbate more often, and when she did she’d insult herself even more, upset at her behaviour. “I’m a dumb slut,” she mutter as she pumped her fingers in and out of her twat and pulled on her clit. “So slutty. Why can’t I stop touching my twat? Why am I such a stupid fucktoy?” She wouldn’t let herself cum from these sessions – her way of punishing herself for being slutty – and so more and more often she’d find herself drifting through the day in an aroused, sexual haze, unable to think clearly about anything except her cunt.
Finally, everything climaxed in a complete day of humiliation. Her boss told her that she was in danger of being fired from her job because she was acting like – his exact words – “a dumb slut”, but she could maybe keep her position by sucking his cock each morning before work. She agreed.
Then she was groped on the train coming home as she stood in the packed passenger car. She couldn’t see who was doing it, but she felt a stranger’s fingers worm their way under her panties and inside her cunt, and to her horror and embarrassment she orgasmed loudly in front of the entire train, and squirted into her panties and onto the carriage floor as everyone turned to stare at her.
And then finally when she went out clubbing – in a tight see-through white dress that barely came down past her cunt and which her nipples were clearly visible through, and absolutely no panties – the boy she had crushed on for so long asked her why she was dressing like such a “dumb slut” recently, and she replied it was because she *was* a dumb slut. And that was all it took for him to finally show interest in her, and take her home, and fuck her, and at his moment of orgasm he looked into her eyes and said, “You stupid dumb slut,” and she felt herself orgasm too, because she knew it was true, because she knew she had completely lost the respect of this boy she loved and that he only saw her as a cheap fuckrag now, and because she knew she was okay with that as long as he would keep using her like the dumb slut she was…
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