
When I was married, I bought a pair of shoes that were out of my norm. They were sexy black high heels. I had been drawn to them in the store and said to myself just try them on does not mean you need to buy them. But of course that didn't happen. I put them on and saw how my legs looked in them...how sexy they made me look and they ended coming home with me.
I showed them to my husband that night. Putting them on and modeling them. He nodded and smiled - but really didn't offer any comment on them. He didn't seem overly enthusiastic and it bothered me. Later that week, I decided maybe I should bring them back because he didn't seem to like them on me. So I put them on a table in our living room so that I would remember to take them back.
My ex-husband asked why they were there and I said "I am taking them back because you didn't seem to like me in them." He looked at the shoes for a moment and then me and said, "I just am not sure why you bought them. They made you look like a slut." He walked away to go to do something after he said that. I held in the tears. My husband had just called me a slut and it cut me. It wasn't something I wanted to hear or liked to hear. It is so odd how I can see the shoes on the table in my mind so clearly even today 15 years later.
The shoes went back within hours of him calling me a slut because I was so upset. I later told him that I thought they made me look sexy. He went on to explain that it looked like I was wanting to go out and fuck a football team with them because they were fuck me heels so I just looked like a slut ready to give it up to anyone. I cried. He soothed me and told me I wasn't a slut and he didn't want his wife to look like a slut. So no sexy high heels for me.
The word slut stung though. I didn't like then. I felt ashamed. I felt dirty and just bad to be called a slut.
But that changed...
My first relationship after my marriage was a D/s one. He called me a slut and at first I wanted to hide from it. He saw the reaction and he then told me how he loved that I was so responsive to his touch and words, he loved the I was sexual and wanton and that is what made me a slut in eyes...my sexual nature. He used it more and more and each time I grew wetter. It started to turn me on to be called a slut. I even felt pride being a slut for him. I learned to embrace the word slut from then on. But I did get tripped up with it every so often still.
When I moved to Ohio, I often came back to where my ex-husband lived. I had family and friends in the area. My ex-husband and I were friend at that time - we aren't anymore. I would stay with him when I came back. One time shortly after I had moved to Ohio, I came back to get some of my stuff and stayed with him. While there I was seeing friends and family too. So one night I was going to go out with a friend for dinner and I came out of the bedroom dressed in a short skirt, a blouse showing off cleavage, thigh highs and high heels. My ex-husband told me I looked like a slut. It started those old tapes of him saying that before - I ran to the bedroom crying. I called and cancelled on my friend as I was so upset.
I tried to remind myself that many men liked it that I looked sexy and that I was a sexual creature. But my ex-husband obviously didn't. It was his issue. But it had ruined the moment and I couldn't get myself past it for while. But eventually with Kam, I got myself past the word slut again. He reminded me why I liked it and why I should embrace it.
So on another visit to my ex-husbands, I was going out to a BDSM play party in the area with friends, so I came out of the bedroom dressed in a short skirt leather skirt with a slit on the thigh, a blouse that laced up the front displaying my cleavage, thigh highs, and sexy high heels. My ex-husband looked at me and said "you look like a slut." I looked at him and with a huge smile on my face said, "damn right and damn proud to be one." He looked at me like I had grown another head. I explained I didn't find that word to be a bad word anymore. That I was sexy and sexual and enjoyed my sexual nature and it wasn't a bad thing - it was a good thing. It made me feel good. He just shook his head. He didn't get it. I went to my party and had fun. I didn't let his issues with the word ruin it for me.
In all my following relationships, I have been called a slut and it makes me blush at times but in ways that are good that remind me who I am and what I enjoy. It is a term of endearment to me now.