CATX_LADY - UNPLEASANT IN THE EXTREME
It was late at night, and I found myself lost in the depths of the internet. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I scrolled through profile after profile on a fetish forum, searching for something that would pique my curiosity. That's when I stumbled upon CATX_Lady's profile.
The title of her thread read, "Unpleasant: An Experience Subjected to Extreme". The description was written in broken English, but it was clear that this wasn't your ordinary fetish thread. It involved feces, and the words "masturbation" and "shit" had been used within the first few sentences. Despite my initial hesitation, I couldn't resist clicking on the thread.
As I began to read, I found myself transported into a twisted world of desire and degradation. CATX_Lady was offering up a unique experience for those brave enough to message her: she would guide them through a live masturbation session, all while they played with her freshly-made feces. I felt a mixture of repulsion and excitement coursing through my veins.
After gathering my courage, I sent her a message, asking if this was indeed a real offer. My heart was racing as I awaited her response. To my surprise, she replied almost instantly, her message filled with anticipation. She explained that yes, it was real, and she was eagerly awaiting my next move.
We negotiated the details of our meeting via private messages. She asked for specific details about my fantasies and preferences, which only fueled the fire within me. As we continued to communicate, I felt my mind doing somersaults: this was both frightening and exhilarating all at once.
Finally, the day arrived. I showed up at her doorstep, all prepared with the necessary items we had discussed. She welcomed me into her home, a dimly-lit place filled with candles and incense. She was dressed in nothing but lingerie, her body glistening in the flickering light.
She led me to a chair and instructed me to sit down. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I watched her walk across the room to a table covered in newspapers. With shaking hands, I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my erection, my mind filled with images of what was to come next.
And then it happened: she returned with a small plastic bag containing what could only be described as fresh feces. She placed it on the table before me, grinning wickedly as she locked eyes with mine. Without another word, she reached into the bag and began to play with the feces, smearing it between her fingers and rubbing it against her skin.
My entire body shook as she guided my hand towards the bag, urging me to join her. I hesitated for a moment before finally giving in, slipping two fingers into the warm feces and bringing them up to my lips. As I tasted the bitter flavor, she moaned softly, encouraging me to go deeper.
The experience was unlike anything I had ever encountered before. It was both repulsive and arousing, pushing my boundaries in ways I never thought possible. As my fingers sank deeper into the feces, I felt a strange sense of power wash over me.
And then she began to speak, her voice low and seductive. She told me how much she enjoyed this, how it turned her on to see me like this. She gripped my cock through my pants, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.
It seemed like hours passed before she finally stood up, smearing the feces over her body and grinning at me from beneath her eyelids. It took everything I had not to cum right there on the spot.
As she led me to her bed, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of person I had become. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the intense satisfaction I felt from this twisted encounter. We continued our dirty dance throughout the night, each of us pushing the other's limits further and further. And in that moment, I knew that I would never be the same again.
