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Kink Outing Stories

Over the years I’ve collected dozens of accounts of people who were outed as kinky by circumstances beyond their control. With the permission of the authors I have reproduced some of my favorites here. (A few I’ve heavily redacted or summarized.) Enjoy!

When I was a freshman my roommate came into my room and said, “Oh my *** Sue! Mark was in your room and he totally saw your vibrator!”

I replied, “Are you kidding me? Where was it?”

To which she replied “I was kidding, girl! So sorry, I didn’t think you actually had one!”

Oh, I had one alright. I actually had three. But I was pissed that she tricked me and I felt weird around her for weeks. We’re cool now. We laugh about it.

Vibrators have this special way of wriggling out into the open.

We heard that we should sanitize our sex toys every so often so we decided to run them through the dishwasher once a month. One day I loaded it up with dildos, plugs and two chastity cages, started it, then went out for a run. I ran into some friends and took longer than expected to get back home. When I opened the machine there was a cup sitting there on the rack that I hadn’t noticed before. I inspected it and, to my horror, it was a freshly used cup, still wet with orange juice. I suddenly remembered that my mom was supposed to come over to pick up our dog. The next time I saw her she smirked and said, “Tell me again why I don’t have any grandkids yet.” -D

Gotta respect him for keeping his gear clean.

My ex and I used to play tie up games long after we had broken up. She would leave me tied up naked in the basement and go out for the afternoon shopping or visiting her sister which was an hour drive away. I was never left tied for more than four or five hours. But on this day five hours passed, then six. I was getting very nervous and I really had to pee. At last, at about the seven hour mark, I heard the kitchen door open and someone come in. A few minutes later the basement door opened and in walked my ex’s friend. She was bright red and she explained that my ex’s car had broken down and she had it towed to the shop but it wouldn’t be fixed until morning. This friend is surprisingly nice to me now days. -R

You know how I feel about ex-play. Exes don’t really care if you are humiliated because it no longer reflects upon them. So much riskier. So exciting!

It was the second floor but the first floor was half underground. That means the second story windows were at eye-level of anyone walking on the sidewalk. And being a college apartment, it was a busy sidewalk at all hours of the day. Anyway, I got home late from the library and it was dark. I went inside and since my roommate was gone for a week I just stripped naked, except my chastity cage, of course. After lounging around for an hour or so I got ready for bed. Only then did I notice that the blinds were slightly open and turned “up” so that anyone on the sidewalk could see right in. Who knows how many people saw. When my friend started calling me “KinkyKade” I knew she was one of the ones who saw. -KK

Open blinds are a common one. I probably have half a dozen more like that. Check your window dressing folks. Or don’t.

When I wore my husband’s chastity keys on a necklace to a block party, my nosy best friend demanded to know what they were for. I stupidly replied, “Oh, they’re for a filing cabinet.” She was skeptical, to say the least. Later, whenever she’d see the keys on my keychain she’d say, “You know, one of these days I’m going to figure out what those keys are for.” She started getting more and more vocal, bringing it up in public conversation. Finally one day I just blurted out, “They’re the keys to Dan’s chastity device, okay? I lock up his dick for fun. Satisfied?” She smiled like a cat and said, “Very.”

Don’t keep secrets from your besties.

All the basketball players had to get a physical each year before the season started. Junior year my girl and I were starting to explore chastity. We kept it on for one week intervals but in summer she wanted to go longer because I wouldn’t be able to wear it as long during the season. I said, “You’re going to let me out before the doctor visit, right?” and she would say, “Yeah, Of course. But I bet they’ve seen it all before. It wouldn’t shock them.” Sure enough, when the day arrived, she had been mad at me for something and, even though we made up, she still said, “Looks like you’ll be going to the doc in the lock.” Direct quote. 

The sports doctor was a woman, which was actually a little easier. I think it would have been more embarrassing if it were a man. She was attractive, I remember she had straight brown hair. She was maybe 45. When she did the whole hernia check she had me move the robe aside. I was blushing like crazy and looking up at the ceiling. But she didn’t flinch, didn’t say anything at all. Just finished her check. At the very end, before I got my clothes back on, she sort of waved her hand over my crotch and said, “Is this painful at all? Is it causing you any trouble urinating?” I squeaked, “it’s fine!” It was actually a big relief to address the topic and that she wasn’t angry or freaking out. She said, “it looks like your skin in there is healthy. May I ask if it is consensual? Can you remove it if you want to?” I didn’t realize then that she was maybe trying to decide if I was a victim of some kind of abuse. I just said, “Well, it’s my girlfriend’s idea. So no, not really. But I’m fine with it.” She asked me some more questions about how long I wore it and gave some advice about letting erections happen at night but besides that it wouldn’t be a problem. Then she smiled and stood up and said, “Aright Mr. Roberts, you’re all set. You can get dressed now. We’ll call you when your lab results are done. Have a great season! And take care of your girlfriend!”

Doctor visits are one of the most common of all. As a member of the medical field, I can decidedly say that indeed, nothing shocks a doctor and indeed, they do swap stories like mad.

My wife and I met at a religious school in the west. We never got much time alone because men and women had separate housing and there were all these rules about members of the opposite sex not being allowed in the apartment after certain times. So we spent a lot of time going on long walks in the mountains and making out every chance we could. If you’ve never been a conservative 20yo in love then this may not make sense to you, but you get soooooo sexually frustrated when you can’t go all the way. I finally asked my gf if we could try a strap-on because it’s not technically breaking the rules because no genitals are involved. To her credit she was cool with it. I took an uber to a nearby dirty store and bought one.

…

We found a little shady spot far from the trail and put a blanket down. The first time was exciting but kind of so-so because it was so new and we were so nervous. The second time, a few weeks later, was much better. The third time the feeling was amazing. We were getting into a rhythm and she held my hips and thrusted. She even took her top off. She was really getting into it. Then suddenly we heard voices. We turned to see another couple round the bend of a higher, overgrown trail that we didn’t know was there. I still remember the feeling of my wife’s strap-on as it slowly came to rest all the way in. The other couple was about ten yards away when they noticed us. The young man said, “Hey.” and my wife and I both replied, “Hey.” 

As soon as they were out of sight we heard them erupt into laughter. My wife was mad and embarrassed but, to my surprise, she resumed thrusting, harder and faster until I exploded for the first time from a strap-on.

We’re married now and we still live in the same state and we still go out to the woods for pegging sessions. The strap-ons are bigger now and it’s pretty much the only way we have sex, even though there are no more restrictions now that we’re married. Years after this experience she confessed that it had become one of her biggest fantasies and she dreams of being discovered again.

You come across interesting things out in nature, don’t you?

Have you ever been unintentionally outed? What’s your story?

Heyy honey! Look whos here! How you doing? And see what I got here! Shaky shaky

chuckle Am I good at teasing you? The nurses gave me these. They say its good for us if I come to visit you from time to time and tease you with the keys to this cell. It should helps us bond and cement me being the only one that can either release you or just keeping you here for as long as I wish. Well, not that you dont know that, since we both signed all those contracts and willpowers of course but they pointed out how much visual stimuli is important to keep that connection going. So, shaky shaky. I got the keys! I got the keys!

Oh no, now the big boy's angry! Yes, scream inside your gag. Pull on your restraints. Let it all out. Its so funny, you look like a codfish being catched. Wow, I never seen you so angry and sad at the same time. Good for you to permanently hugging yourself due to that new straightjacket. At least someone does, since you are all alone and isolated. Being stored away from society.

And I can see those nurses never even bothered to remove that chastity cage you had on when we committed you in their care. Still all locked up with my cute pink-hearted lock, huh? I bet when you are all bored and sad, sitting in your own misery you look down on your cage and think of me, right? I think so, because it has my name engraved on it and its the only thing in your cell with a bright colour. They didnt even asked me for the key for that thing. Haha, they just dont care I guess.

This place is amazing! Thank god your perversions made you opt-in for the indefinite treatment plan. I get to enjoy your wealth in peace while you can live out your sick fantasies in here. Perfect!

By the way, I just told the headnurse that I choose to prolong your stay for another year. Oh, dont look so shocked, I sold that MB 300 to pay for the costs of living. And its for the better, that car only occupied space in the garage thats now free for Angelo to use. Yea, in case you wonder, its that Angelo. My fitness instructor I told you not to worry about? Well, oops. He kinda moved in a few months ago and we have a great time ever since.

And here we got the screams and fighting again. Oh, and are those tears? Thats a new one. Seriously, thats why I gave all those nurses a big bonus from the money I got from selling that stupid car. Lets be real, paying for a lousy cell, straps to keep you in place, some elctricity and the grudgy slime they feed you twice a day isnt that much of an expense. But paying the nurses dealing with your emotional antics and irrational outburst definetly is.

Well, anyway. I got to get going, Angelo's waiting outside, we are on our way to the airport for a three week vacation in Rome. Gotta be fantastic. Expect me back in a month or so. Mwuah. Oh yea.. and. Shaky. Shaky! I got the keys! I got the keys!

I always find that holding your tongue is better than being shocked. But you would be surprised how many still speak without thinking.

Dreams

Originally, Bob had been sentenced to a week of arrest and treatment at the so called "Bondage Asylum" to help him work on his attitude towards women. Shortly after he had arrived though, his treatment plan had been changed. Without any further ado, he was put into a tight-fitting suit and strapped onto the board of what the nurses called "confinement drawer". He was fitted with earplugs underneath his hood and a pair of vr-glasses. Inside, he was totally isolated while he was constantly shown clips of super sexy girls teasing in their office outfits. Bob had no doubt none of this was going to help him with his attitude. It was just pure torture. When the narrow cell's lid was eventually opened, Bob was desperate, his balls blue and swollen and his cock crammed up inside its chastity device. Thank god this was going to end!

Nurse Jenny and the other hand did have no intention of ending poor Bob's ordeal anytime soon. She had started working at the asylum a month ago and was rather low in the "food chain" around here, having to do the paperwork for the other nurses and making sure each patient got treated just the way they'd been prescribed to. While a lot of the patients were here on their own terms, just fulfilling their fetish fantasies, some had been sentenced to spend some time at the correctional ward. It was during her first week here when Jenny realized this place was able to fulfill some of her own fantasies as well. The power she had over the patients fueled her sexual desire like nothing ever before. Before long, she would start to mess with some of the patients' data, increasing the severity of treatment here and there, but nothing to extreme or obvious. Then she read Bob's file: he was reported by the female co-workers in his office for staring at their legs and feet, once making an inappropriate comment. He was diagnosed with an intense pantyhose and foot fetish and sentenced to spend some time here in order to help him change his behavior. Now, after his first day in confinement, she payed him a visit before her shift ended.

“Hello there!”, she cooed in her softest voice. “Have you enjoyed your stay in confinement therapy?” Obviously in panic, Bob grunted something into his gag and shook his head. “Aww, are you ready to get out? Back to normal treatment until you’re released next week?” His relieved sigh was her answer. “Yeah, I bet you are desperate already… You know, when I read your file, I was mainly interested in the fact that you have no family, no friends or relatives and have lived a rather secluded life so far. Also, your security status is low and you’ve only spent a few days here, so no one of the staff is really aware of you being a patient... And no one ever checks all the paperwork once I’ve been through with it. I didn't even think twice when I changed your treatment plan – from a few tease and denial sessions to an indefinite stay inside this drawer. You’ll be kept immobile by strictest bondage, all locked up in chastity while automatically teased by a program tailored to your most severe fetishes!”

His eyes wide open, the body bag slightly shacking from his desperate attempts to get lose, Bob screamed into his gag. “It’s nothing personal, by the way. I don’t hate you, I don’t even know you. Whatever you’ve done to your colleagues, you surely don’t deserve anything like I’ve doomed you to. This needs to be our little secret, Bob. The thought of you being trapped here, teased and tormented, unable to move or call anyone for help, so incredibly horny all the time while your cock is desperately twitching in chastity – that mere thought is enough to almost make me cum on the spot! In other words, the only reason for this happening to you is I’m a kinky bitch and your absolute helplessness gets me wet as fuck. Guess it sucks to be you!”