Chapter 1 - Discovery

So there I was. 16, finding my first experience of sub/Dom cyber relationship. 

after finding out about porn only a few years previous, testing the boundaries was already of interest. 

In probably what was my blind innocence, I shared my Skype, then MSN details across each and every platform possible just searching for that one depraved Dom to lead me down a rabbit hole. And boy, it didn't take long. 

I'm sure we all remember what it's like, our first 'can' show, whether it be face to face as a wank buddy, or even more. It sticks with you, like losing your virginity. 

that's when I found Steve. a young year old, blonde haired blue eyed football obsessed twink. So bloody cute. Genuinely wish I could track him down now-a-days to find this guy. Clearly like minded, interested in exploring, so as expected, we explored! 

Most nights for a few months we'd be logging on together, spending hours talking, wangling and eventually playing more intensely. 

I'd never had thought of putting something in myself, I was so innocent when it came discover all of this, but when I was dared to put a pencil in my ass, I shook. Not out of fear, out of sheer excitement, thrill and adrenaline that someone would want to watch me insert an object. And so the obsession began. 

After a few months of what I would now call 'vanilla' play, my contact list had grown, living in the sticks there wasn't much chance of genuine fun or meets, so I got what I could from where I could. Like I say, I ended up spoilt for choice, 5 guys asking me to open my cam all at the same time, overwhelmed. 

in a way, it took over my life. I wanted it to, I was ready to shush and submit. After college and dinner I'd sit locked in my bedroom from 5-6pm until sometimes the next morning, gooning and showing myself off to the world. 

it was about a year in before things turned and became, what I'd call then disgusting but now I look back and think, right on you horny beast! 

I'd unlocked the attitude of no limits. I'll try anything, and I did and have. 

mum glad to say I carry that mantra around with me to this day, it's really shaped my sexual being. 

With so many to choose from and being so overwhelmed by it all at this point, there was no option but to choose favourites and find another regular, by this time sadly Steve has dropped off the radar, he'd taught me so much, unlocked the first part of what would be the majority of the rest of my life. 

That's when I found Dav. Oh my god. This is where it all went downhill but in the best way. 

Dav was older, I'd say 30's. A chubby, authoritative londoner with a cute lisp. 

it started normal, of course but then we got a routine, a flow... a ritual? 

4 nights a week, 6pm sharp 'or else'. (That happened a lot) 

Starting my cam in my 'primed position':

- sat bum on feet in  position with auto call answer on

- full inspection of body before any chat began  if anything wasn't to liking, such as body hair, requests would follow. 

once that was completed, general chat and niceties would resume for a short while. 

Until Dav decided it was time to get down to business and start his games. 

He had trained me, conditioned me to know what to expect from a Dom, master of superior. And I relished in the excitement, the satisfaction and not to forget the rush of pleasure from pleasing another. I never saw it as a form of hypnosis or mind control, but I was definitely under a spell. 

He unleashes my loving for filth and pigality. From learning how to sip piss from a glass, to lapping it out of a bowl in a matter of hours/days training. I expressed my enjoyment, however it was always enforced that I was only to enjoy, if he himself enjoyed. And he did, for a short while. 

It wasn’t long before he became complacent, bored of the routine, I thought piss would be as far as he went but It didn’t stop there, it got darker and dirtier as the months phased past. 

I’d say after 6 months and many hours building this cyber relationship with Dev, he was ready to take me to the next step. Unleashing pure filth. 

Similar as to with Steve, it all started with simple anal insertion of objects, pens and pencils to start, moving up to any other phalic shaped household item around. Until the command came after a messy withdrawal. ‘Clean it’. 

Unsure of what I was being asked Innocently got some water, to which he laughingly replied ‘drink all of that first’. 

I felt a bead of sweat from my forehead dribble it’s way to my lip as I slowly realised what he meant. The salty tingle on my tongue had made me not second guess the command, I was hot and thirsty! We’d already been playing for an hour. 

The litre bottle of water went down in one, my stomach grew and began to bloat, to which I heard Dav getting off on. That alone felt amazing. 

After finishing the water, borderline vomiting from feeling sloshy. Dav again forcefully commanded. ‘Clean. It.’ 

‘With what?’ I trembled, with a sudden snap back to reality. 

Disgusted, he replied ‘with your toilet pig mouth’. 

It was then, a wave, blanket, chill of cold ran through me. As if on autopilot I raised the thick shit covered whiteboard pen to my mouth, evidently shaking.

All that I heard next was ‘it’s time’. 

For some reason, this felt like an instant switch within. All fear, inhibitions and control was gone. I was ever-present in the moment, but a best within was unleashed on those words for the first time.  

After a 10 minute wash cycle, sound and dry... pretty much. The sharpie was good as new. 

Dav uttered the words ‘filthy pig, im done with you’. And abruptly ended the call without a goodbye for the first time. 

I don’t know what I’d done, I was left in turmoil. 

No longer than an hour later I had cleaned myself up and got ready for bed. 

As I was slowly drifting off to sleep, the words Dav had said we’re going around like circles, spirals, wheels. Not stoping turning. All night I felt myself in a constant state of flux, in and out of what was a sleep like consciousness. 

The next day 6pm came around once again. The usual routine began. No mention of the night before. I felt gaslighted, was it a dream? 

Until not even after a minute of the call, the words were said by him once more, in a menacing and playful tone. ‘Playtime piggy’. 

Off I went again in a downward spiral of depraved, almost unbelievable unimaginable filth. 

I didn’t think much of it at the time, until after a year of progressive fun with him, he’d gone offline, ghosted completely never to be heard from since. 

I owe him still to this day, much the same as Steve for where I am. But Dav. I miss him. Again, dropping off the radar as online relationships do it was a difficult struggle. 

Author note:

Looking back on reflection, since joining warp my mind and personal development of just, maturing and life. I think I was subject to some hypnosis without me even knowing. 

Fucking. Hot. 

I plan to continue to document and story some of my online and personal ventures, later on in chapter 2 I plan to explore a hypnosis partner I found which lead time to this site and to explore more deeply into these things. I’m thinking of starting a separate story thread with more in-depth details of the experiences, to give you guys some more imagery and sense of dialogue. 

Names were changed and altered as not to identify, but if you recognise yourself, or find any of this content of interest HELLO! Get in touch. 

Also feedback would be great, first time submitting a story. Hope you enjoy.