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Submissive Phone Sex Slut

submissive phone sexDo you like submissive phone sex? I love being dominated. One of the great things about being a phone sex submissive is I can test my boundaries; discover what if any limits I have. I am an old school submissive. I find that a lot of my callers don’t understand the master and servant relationship. They just want to use a whore, degrade her, maybe even physically harm her. A true master/servant relationship is built on trust and respect. It is not about being a misogynistic asshole on a power trip who hates women because some chick dumped him. There are safe words and boundaries. I know times have changed, but I am hopeful I can still find a new master who understands the old school BDSM world.  Last night, I picked up a guy in a bondage club. We got a VIP room and discussed safe words before the fun began. I was hopeful I had found a partner who understood what I was looking for in a master. He tied me up and suspended me from a beam. My feet were bound. I had on nipple clamps and a ball gag. He was using a switch, a cat of nine tails and a riding crop on me. My pussy was wet. I had a good feeling about him. He seemed to know not to take the pain too far. Then when he whipped me too hard and I yelled out our agreed upon safe word, he just laughed and said, “I don’t care what a submissive slut wants,” and whipped me harder. He drew blood on my breasts and belly. I kept repeating our safe word as best as I could with a ball gag in my mouth. He just kept laughing and whipping me harder. I left the club bloodied and likely scarred permanently. Maybe I will never find the kind of old school dominant man I crave. Maybe that is not what I deserve.

Submissive Whore Begs

submmissive whoreI’m such a submissive whore. I met this guy at a bondage club. He was way out of my league. Half my age with a body and face like a Greek God. He had a hot blonde subby pet with him. She was wearing a collar and on a leash crawling on the floor like a dog. I was there unaccompanied, but I wanted to be owned like that girl. I did something I never do. I approached him first. I tapped him on the shoulder and begged for him to use me. He looked me up and down, paused long enough to make me nervous, then he ordered me into a room. I told him I would do anything to just be in his presence for awhile. He ordered me to strip and get on the floor. He stood over me looking 10 feet tall. He pulled out his cock and pissed in my face. He laughed at me for thinking I could be anything more than his human toilet. What is wrong with me? I was happy to drink his piss. I begged for more. I would have eaten his shit if it was offered. He drained his tank all over my body then spit in my face. He had his pet girl piss on me too. She raised her leg like a dog and urinated on me. They both laughed, called me some names then left. I went home smelling like piss and masturbated for hours thinking of our brief encounter.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies

I often go to BDSM chat rooms looking for a little fun.  The last time I was in the BDSM chat room, I spoke to a guy that wanted to live out a rape fantasy and I have had a rape fantasy for years and was thrilled to meet someone like-minded.  I emailed him and got the details and told him I was up for anything.  He told me that it would happen in the next week but not when or where.  That was part of the excitement, not knowing when it was coming.  He could do anything to me, tie me up, beat me, minor cuts, just nothing life threatening.  It had to be as real as possible.  I was excited!  Three days later as I walked home from dinner near my home at dusk, I was attacked from behind and dragged into the bushes.  My assailant tied me up and punched me in the face a few times until I lost consciousness.  When I awoke, I was in a seedy motel room tied to the bed posts.  I got so excited, to finally have my rape fantasy.  He stripped me down to my black pantyhose and bra.  He took some scissors and cut a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose.  I was not getting away anytime soon.  I told him I was so happy to finally meet him after all the preparation we had put in.  He looked at me and nodded his head.  I figured he was staying in character.  He came over to me and said shut up bitch and slapped me hard across the face.  My lip was bleeding.  He pressed his finger firmly against my pussy and seemed surprised at my wetness.  He cock was so hard, it was straining against the pants he wore.  I told him to let me suck his cock and he took it out and put it in my bleeding mouth.  I sucked his long, hard cock, sliding in and out of my mouth, making his cock get even harder.  He took me by the neck and pulled me off his cock and said, “no, I wanna fuck you,”.  He clumsily climbed on top of me, guiding his cock through the pantyhose and into my waiting wet cunt.  He was so excited, he came in minutes.  He told me not to tell anyone how quick he came.  He cut me lose, said thanks and left the room.

What a Shock

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I dont know what’s gotten into me but as of late i just cannot seem to stop playing with myself wether i have master’s permission or not. I just have this intense craving and master has caught me a few times touching myself without his consent and he’s punished me but nothing seems to work so he decided to try something new. He installed one of those special mirrors where it looks like an ordinary mirror but if you’re on the other side of it you can see through it like a window . He put in my bedroom and hooked up some sort of shock kit, and at the time i didnt know what it was but he told me everytime i was naughty he would know. Well i went to touch myself tonight and all of the sudden i felt a quick intense jolt, it threw me off for a moment but than i kept going. Again i felt a quick more intense jolt. It happened quite a few times but instead of turning me off it actually turned me on, as the night went on the jolts got more intense and painful, but the more intense and painful they were the more it made me wet. When i finally orgasmed master said he has another plan to try and stop my naughty behavior and he sounded very confident. I’m a little scared but also very excited to see what it is!

Slave Training and Punishment

Slave trainingMaster showed me the video of me rubbing and fingering myself to orgasm while he was away. He was very displeased that I’d been such a disobedient little shit, and he hung me from the ceiling again. Fully clothed, I was left there for a while, until he came back with the flog and little claw clamp. He lifted my skirt just enough to clamp that little tool to my clit, drawing a scream from me as I tried not to writhe fro the pain. Then, he walked behind me and started flogging me. He ran the flog over my ass over and over, leaving welts that I knew would be bruises the next day. I knew I would not be able to sit down for a few days. Then, he stuck fingers into me from behind, filling both my holes with his fingers. He started to fuck me, and eventually, it got good enough to overcome the pain the clamp was causing on my clit, and I started to really get into it. Just before I would have cum, he pulled out and walked away. He left me to dangle there the rest of the day, only letting me down that night. He had to carry me up to bed, my muscles were so weak.

The mentality of a submissive whore

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Taking the good with the bad is all part of life right? *When I’m Not Allowed* Well a submissive whore doesn’t have much of a choice in mind. Subservience is not for the weak of mind. It takes a lot of inner strength to understand your place in life. My Master makes me feel content thru his use of me. He disciplines me when I need it and comforts me when I’m down. Most of all, he makes me feel sexy and used, just how I am supposed to be. Position one, kneeling, and tits out, hands-on thighs Sir. I love my collar, it will compliment my tits while you bind them, clamp them or just use them. My pussy is yours as you desire. Shaved and always ready for your use Sir. I am your slave.

Yes, Sir, I am Your slave…

Submissive Sex with My Son

submissive sexSubmissive sex is the only sex I have as a whore. I am the bottom, always. My son was in a foul mood this weekend. He shows signs of his daddy more and more everyday. But this weekend, the mean son of a bitch came out. I found out he has been selling weed for money. I confronted him. My Master and my boss, the reason we have a roof over our heads, is a lawyer. If my son got busted, I would lose my job. Master would cut ties with me, cut me off financially. I laid into him about what he was jeopardizing.  He smacked me. Made it clear he didn’t give a rat’s ass about me. He is 18. He doesn’t need me or our house. I tried to reason with him some more and he punched me in the face so hard, I passed out. I woke up naked, chained to the bed with my son force fucking my ass. He had his hands around my throat choking me too. I was clearly his bitch. My son let me know he didn’t care what I did at work, but when I was home, under his roof, I would answer to him only. He sounded just like his father 20 years ago. My son doesn’t really know his dad, but with every hard thrust in my ass, he made it clear that he was his father’s son. He fucked me for a few hours. I’d pass out from his hands choking me, then wake back up being fucked like a rag doll. He came finally, but left me there chained to the bed, bloody, bruised and battered. Covered in cum too. I guess I have two masters now. Maybe I need a third master. Think you are up for the job?

Caught Having BDSM Phone Sex

BDSM phone sexI got caught having BDSM phone sex at work. My boss, who has also been my Master for over 20 years, was out of town for a meeting. He was not due back until Friday. I forwarded my dirty talk lines to my work phone since I was the only one in the office. I work less and less hours as a paralegal these days, so I supplement with being a phone sex whore too. Master knows I do this, but I am not supposed to do it at work. The way he views it, I am on his dime. If he wants me to just sit there for 8 hours, I must just sit there for 8 hours. When Master walked in, I was just finishing a call. My panties were around my ankles, I had my ball gag in my mouth and my ass was bouncing up and down a suction cup dildo. I was torturing my ass for my phone master. Master was not happy. He let me finish the call, but I could see the rage in his eyes. He ripped the suction cup dildo off the wall and shoved it in my mouth forcing me to taste my own shit. I grimaced, which I am not permitted to do. I got slapped hard. He dragged me by my curly red locks to the “the room.” It is a supply closet, but the only supplies kept there are BDSM ones for when I am a bad girl. It is a punishment room. Master locked me up on the stockade. I was naked. He flogged my ass, whipped my pussy and put weighted clamps on both my nipples and my clit. He left me there overnight in the dark, alone, to ponder my mistake. When he released me this morning, I was stiff from standing all night and covered in piss. He ordered me to clean up and reminded me what happens to bad office whores.

Crime and Punishment

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Sometimes I can be an insolent bondage whore. Then again I don’t know anyone who doesn’t get a crabby bug up their ass once in a while. I know some of the most submissive women and men you could ever meet, and every so often I hear stories of the punishment that came with a crabby attitude. Last week, I got myself a little taste.
*Masturbation* isn’t all that big of a deal for most, but for a submissive with rules that you are not allowed to without permission, makes it a big deal. My Master knows that most types of punishment actually turn me on, but he does know what I don’t like. As simplistic as it is, I do not like being cold. I grew up in a very cold part of the country, and I live in continuously warm weather for that reason.
Master had been gone for a few weeks and I was lonely and horny, so I invited my bestie over for dinner and watch a flick. We ended up having a few too many glasses of wine and we ended up licking each other’s pussy until we both had a few orgasms. It was a night that I really needed with a companion and cumming. Master came home about 12 days later and when I picked him up at the airport he didn’t say much on the way back. I parked the car and all he said was for me to go to the basement and wait.
I made a straight line to the basement and he followed shortly after. He cuffed my wrists behind my back, left my t-shirt on and cut my panties off. I watched him walk to the washing machine, take the cold water hose off of it and turn the water on. I know from washing clothes that the water gets incredibly cold. He puts a nozzle on the end of it and starts to spray me down from head to toe. I am screaming from the cold, cold water while he tells me to tell him what I have been doing lately. I had totally forgotten by this time, the encounter I had with my bestie. “Have you cum while I was gone without permission whore?” he said. My mouth dropped open suddenly remembering the night and shit… the webcams. He continued spraying the freezing water all over me, but he abruptly put the hose down and picked up a flogger and began lashing my tits. I tried to make “pain” noises but it was hard to hide that I was enjoying his attention. After a while, he put his hands on his sides and told me I was a useless pain whore. Well, yeah… I usually enjoy it. I didn’t say that but I am sure he could tell what I was thinking. He frowned and took the cuffs off and told me to prepare his dinner. “Yes Sir,” I said with a bit of a grin. Maybe I got away with this one?

Extreme Bondage & Punishment

Extreme bondageI had cum without permission, and Master was not happy with me. So, he tied me down and laid the whip to me. He struck across my tits, my hips, and my thighs. Once I had been sufficiently whipped, he pulled out a little roll of cloth. When he flipped it open, it was full of needles, and I got really scared. The first thing he did was stick one through my right areola. He didn’t even give me anything to bite down on, so all I could do was bite down on my lip, because I knew he’d make it ten times worse if I screamed. He moved to the left areola after that, taking his time and making that one really hurt. I almost bit through my lip trying to keep from screaming out. When he moved between my legs, though, I knew I was in trouble. I shook my head, begging him not to. His fingers latched onto my clit, rolling it around a couple of times, making sure it was nice and sensitive. Then, he pushed back the hood of it, holding the large needle up for me to see what he was about to use on me. The needle stuck into the side of my clit, and I knew this was going to be a bitch. I bit my lip, waiting for it to really hit. The next thing I knew, he shoved it straight through. Submissive slutI tried to scream – my mouth opened, my breath left my body – but no sound came out. I couldn’t breathe at first, but when my breath finally came back to me, all I could do was keen and cry. I was still tied up, so I couldn’t even curl into a ball like I wanted. Once I’d been sufficiently punished, Master untied me, cleaned me up, carried me to our bed, and curled me into his warmth, holding me and snuggling me. He told me he’d help me heal tomorrow, and that I should try and rest some.

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