The Urge to Be Exposed

There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just admit it: I want to be exposed. Fully. Completely. No more hiding.

Every time I post another photo, another little clip, another humiliating caption—I feel it pulling me deeper. I’ve already gone further than I ever expected to. What started out as a dirty little secret has become a full-blown addiction. A compulsion.

I want people to find me.
To recognize me,
To laugh at me.
To know what I am.

And yes, I know what that means. I know what’s at stake. Friends will drop me. Family will be disgusted. Colleagues will never look at me the same again—and with how public my job is, I’d almost definitely be fired if it ever came out. But somehow that’s part of being a exposed sissy slut too. That’s part of what gets me off.

The idea of being outed as a pathetic sissy—humiliated, exposed, and completely unable to take it back—is honestly one of the biggest turn-ons in my life. I crave it. I dream about it. I expect it, even if I pretend not to.

Every time I post something online, I push the boundaries a little more. My face. My voice. My little habits that someone close to me could easily recognize if they ever looked closely enough. I try to act careful—but let’s be honest: I want to be caught. I want someone to connect the dots and say, “Wait… is that YOU?”

Because the truth is, I don’t just want to be some anonymous slut online. I want to be that sissy everyone knows about. The one people whisper about. The one who can’t escape it anymore. The one whose name brings shame.

I don’t know when it’ll happen. Maybe a year from now. Maybe ten.
But here’s the thing: being totally exposed is my goal.
Somewhere between now and the next ten years, I want it all to come crashing down. I want to reach that point where there’s no going back—where everyone knows, and I’m left to live with the consequences.

Maybe one day someone at work will find my Twitter or my blog. Maybe someone from my family will see my plugged asshole online or recognize my bedroom from a background. Maybe the group chat will light up with screenshots of me, legs spread, on my knees, looking like the desperate little freak I am.

And when that day comes, I’ll be ruined. But I’ll also be free.

Because this is what I was always meant to be. A sissy. A shameful one. A used, exposed, and broken one. And the world deserves to see it.

So if you're reading this and you know what or who I am—don’t keep it to yourself. Share my pictures. Spread the word. Send me further down the hole. Help me become the thing I can't stop dreaming about:
totally, publicly, permanently exposed.

– Margo 💋