Kink Outing Stories

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.

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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?