To celebrate World Water Day, my Master decided to hold a weekend party with a water theme. I was the main attraction, well… Me and a huge glass water tank. Master called all of his friends and told them to bring three gallons of water from their toilets to put in the tank. I was already tied up, legs spread and hands behind my back, pussy on display, as gallon after gallon filled the tank. One wrong move from me and I would drown as the water level rose higher and higher. All of Master’s friends were tickling my feet and legs, trying to get me to crack and put my Master in a bad mood but I stayed strong and didn’t move as the tank water finally reached my mouth. Now comes the main event. My Master took a remote out of his pocket and turned the dial, starting up the waterproof vibrator buried deep inside my pussy. I moaned, but managed to remain still. Little by little, he slowly turned the dial, increasing the pleasurable sensations in my still body. His friends all call out, faster, FASTER!!! My Master suddenly cranked the dial up to the max and I’m screaming and thrashing as the pleasure becomes too intense for me to deal with. I’m practically seizing in the tank when he finally lets up. Now that’s one hell of a party!
March 2016 archive
An Endless Fuck
Master surprised me today with present. This present is special he built it with his own two hands. He told me he designed it just for me and has been working on it for quite some time now. He blind folded me and began to undress me. He then laid me down on a very cold surface. I was trying to get a feel for what was about to happen. Then he pulling my arms above my head and buckling my wrists with what felt like really thick leather straps. Next he started to pull my legs up over my head, nearly bending me in half. I could feel the cold air blow across my pussy and ass which at this point was now exposed wide open. Again he started to fasten my ankles with more leather straps. I knew that whatever my present was it had to do with me getting penetrated. Just by the way he had me positioned. I heard the sounds of metal being moved around and it grew closer and closer he was attaching a machine of some sort to the surface he had me bound to. Once he was done he finally removed my blindfold to reveal this beautiful contraption that he had built. There it was hanging over me. I watched as he attached black rubber cock shaped attachment to this machine. I could see that this was making Master just as excited as I was because his bulge was so hard that he had to release it from his pants. He stood back for a moment and just admired his work. I begged him to please let me feel the fruits of his labor. He held his dick in one hand and the power cord in the other. Teasing me and telling me to beg for it if I really wanted it. Then finally he inserted the cord into the outlet and I began getting fucked by this hard sexy machine. It was a strong steady force that probed my pussy continuously. He left me laying there for hours just listening to me moan and cry out. To be honest I could have lasted for days. I’ve always wanted a fuck machine. Master knows his bitch to the T.
Submissive Whore Forever and Always
Submissive Whore. If you look up the term, pretty sure you will see my picture, or at the very least a clear description of my life. My mother taught me at a young age, through example, that a woman’s job was to serve men, especially her husband. I got married at 20, started birthing babies immediately as a good wife is barefoot and pregnant, right? My mother greeted my daddy when he came home from work with a Martini and his slippers. In a more modernized world, I greeted my husband after a long day of work, naked and on all fours. His slippers in my mouth, his cold beer in my ass. I would blow him while he watched Jeopardy, then go make him dinner. My ass was the TV tray for his meal. I knew not to speak during dinner, because the TV was better company than my mouth. I am just a stupid cunt with nothing important to say anyway. When it was time for bed, I would blow him again, then let him do whatever he wanted to me. Usually, I was his bondage whore in the bedroom. He would tie up my hands and feet. Men like a docile woman when ravaging their asses. My husband was brutal too. Fists, baseball bats, wine bottles… anything huge, he liked to shove up my back door. I wasn’t permitted to ever cum. Nor could I speak or cry without being beaten. Sadly, my husband died in a car accident, leaving me empty. I have a former boss who has been a good surrogate as a Master, but he is getting up there in age and not able to use and abuse me the way he could a decade ago. My oldest son is attempting to fill the void left by his father because he knows a submissive slut like his momma needs constant supervision and training. I have gone from one Master, to many. Maybe you would like to be one too?
Stuck on Good Friday
Being raised in an ultra religious household, I was taught all kinds of superstitions. One superstition is that is you have sex on Good Friday, you will get stuck to your partner for no less than 24 hours. For the longest time I wouldn’t test the theory. I knew it was just superstition but still, why chance it right?
Last year on Good Friday, my master and I engaged in some bondage and submission sex play. My cuffs were placed on a pulley and my arms were stretched high above my head. My breasts were bound with rope and nipple clamps were in place. My legs were spread by the bar and feet tied open by rope to the wooden platform. My master had a very good time using my body throughout our session. My pussy was dripping from the erotic position as well as the spanking of my ass and the pulling of the harsh nipple clamps.
I was all set to be fucked good and hard. Master attempted to remove the cuffs from the pulley and found the lock had jammed. He tried both sets of keys and neither was working. He tried everything including attempting to cut the cuffs with a hand saw. Nothing was working to remove those cuffs. I ended up having to wait on a locksmith to come out to relieve me. I guess he was into bondage as well because he certainly had an erection tenting his pants. My master even allowed him to have a little fun with me.
While I wasn’t stuck to my partner, I certainly was stuck in an awkward position. Maybe there is something to those superstitions after all!
Submissive Whore Loves Taboo Fantasies
As a submissive whore I have a great love for Extreme fetish phone sex fantasies. My pussy will become drenched when I am in anticipation of some of the most degrading fantasies. Your strong hands handling me and tormenting me will have my goosebumps covering my body. My desire is inflamed at the thought of your using me and sharing me with all of your friends during some bukkake phone sex.
The other night one of my Masters decided to use me as his urinal and drench me with his golden showers prior to fucking the hell out of my ass. As he was violating my ass making it stretched and gaping he had put clamps on my pussy lips and nipples. Those clamps where attached to wires that fed electrical currents to the clips making my pussy sopping wet. My nipples and ass were feeling that nights session for days after.
Victims
You can always find more victims for your rape phone sex fantasies. Just like me, Makayla is a submissive slut and craves and submissive phone sex she can get! I don’t blame her…I love extreme bondage and that just goes along with all the vicious ways you can think of satisfying all your rape fantasies! I know you want to hear us cry and scream and beg you not to hurt us, to not fuck us. But you know we are whores, deserving little cunts that need to be violated. We want to be forced, we know nothing else than being forced to do the most taboo things, and we never complain when hurt. We just cry and whimper and beg for more as your victims.