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Submissive Whore Explores the New World of BDSM

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This submissive whore has been auditioning potential new masters. My current master is old. He has not officially released me from our union, however, I want to be prepared when that day arrives. I am so vanilla as a submissive compared to the men of today. Every guy I have encountered has been into torture sex more than BDSM. I enjoy spanking, bondage and humiliation. I know as a submissive, I have no real say in what is done to me, so that is why I am being selective in who makes the short list of future masters. I love the BDSM lifestyle. Honestly, it is all I know; however, I do not want to be beaten and tortured daily. Does any woman? The men I have been encountering aren’t master material because they don’t know the principles of the lifestyle. They just like mistreating women and it stems from misogyny. A lifestyle master is about control and domination, not hate and violence. My master is looking for a suitable replacement too; perhaps one of his colleagues. In the meantime, I have my phone masters to help me explore the modern world of master and servant.  Plus, I have Tinder. I have encountered some fun men there. Far less violent than guys I meet on the underground circuit. My most recent Tinder hook up is into extreme humiliation with watersports. No scat thankfully, but if he wanted me to eat his shit I would. I do taste my own of course because he loves a good ass to mouth whore. Usually, though, he is pissing down my throat and holding my nose until I swallow every drop. He likes to write whore and fat on my body too and parade me outside with humiliating words written on me in red lipstick. I won’t lie, extreme humiliation gets my cunt wet as much as bare bottom spankings do. What is your ideal submissive relationship?

Bondage Phone Sex Slut

bondage phone sexDo you like bondage phone sex talk? I am a bondage slut. Have been since I was a young girl. Daddy would tie me up and leave me in the closet. Sometimes, he did this for hours. Once he left me for an entire day. Of course, he punished me for pissing my panties. I was a young girl. I couldn’t hold my bladder that long. Things are no better now that I am older either. Master was very displeased with me the other day. I fucked up at work. My punishment was severe, I thought. He stripped me naked and tied me up in pretty blue rope. Not for a few hours, but for a few days. No food. No water. No bathroom. In the past, he has simply forgotten about me. He is old and forgetful. Not this time. He knew what he was doing. After close to 48 hours, he sent my son to rescue me. My son, however, decided to take advantage of the situation. “Since you already smell like a toilet, Mom,” he seethed as he pulled out his cock and pissed in my face.  My son takes after his father and grandfather. Both have such a mean streak when it comes to women. I was untied, but not until he was done force fucking my pissy pussy and shitty ass. He spit on me, kicked me in the belly and told me to clean myself up because I was a disgrace. Stupid whores like me deserve to be treated like human toilets, right?

Master Takes Out His Rage

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Master was upset with me, so I tried my best to diffuse the situation as best as I could. My attempts were in vain- I seemed to only make him more upset. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me across the floor and down to the basement. I tumbled down the stairs from his powerful kick. Landing like a rag doll at the foot of the stairs, I laid there, still dazed. When Master made it down, he picked me back up by the hair and forced me to kneel face down with my ass in the air. He secured the thick leather cuffs so that each wrist was attached to an ankle. With no slack in the restraints, I was stuck in this position.

Drawing his hand back, he spanked my bare ass with a powerful slap. My ass stung as my cheeks began to turn pink. Yelping with each strike, I endured the seemingly endless spanking until my ass was red hot and my nerve endings all screamed in agony. Jerking my head back, he came around and jammed his cock down my throat until he was about to blow his load. He then held my head in place so I couldn’t move around as his creamy jizz covered my face. Standing up, he lit up a cigarette, ashing it onto my ass as he let his stream of piss roll down my entire body. I’ll have to work harder not to make Master mad anymore.

Daddy’s Little Pissing Fuckdoll

Pissing phone sexSome of my first girlhood memories are those Pissing phone sex ones with Daddy. I guess Father’s Day is making me a bit nostalgic. I was lying back on my bed today, pounding my tight  slit with my dildo and reliving those moments with Daddy.

I was so young when Daddy walked in on me in the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet and he had to piss. I yelled at him to get out but he had his cock out already. He was drunk. “Guess I’ll just piss on you.” he muttered. “Dad.” I screamed.  His hot urine blasted all over my face and onto my shirt, soaking it.  I spread my legs wide and pointed to the toilet. “In here, Dad.” He grinned as he squirted yellow urine all over my little bald pussy.  “Ooooh, my little girlie sure has a pretty pussy. You’re making Daddy’s cock real hard.”

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He shoved his pissy cock right in my face, grabbing my hair.  I opened my mouth to yell and he shoved it down my throat. All I could do was suck it and try not to choke. He didn’t take long to blow a load all over his daughter’s face.

From my first taste of piss and cum that day, I was addicted.  Being Daddy’s pissing slut led to other things as he introduced me to the joys of butt fucking and being human toilet tissue. Come listen to my tales or re-enact the games that Dad and I loved to play.

 Bondage and submission.

 

 

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with Subslut Bo

Your need of extremefetish phone sex can be met with sub slut Bo. Use me as a urinal, toilet, or cum dumpster and humiliate the hell out me. I guarantee you will be able to use me to any extremes and making me beg for more or for forgiveness, it’s your call.

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The other night I was walking home from the store I work at part time when out of nowhere I was grabbed a pillow case thrown over my head and my wrists quickly bound with zip ties. I was shoved into an SUV with heavily tinted windows where they bound my wrists better with duct tape after they stripped me. The drive was brief and I was hauled into an empty warehouse that had an old mattress in the middle and about 20 men drinking and drugging and they started cheering as I was being carried in like some trophy.

Tossed to the mattress naked and bound I was pushed, pulled, smacked, fucked and used against my will by all the men present. It went on for hours and in the end I was covered in piss and cum like a filthy dive stripper club bathroom floor.

I’m a little slave slut

BDSM phone sexJust a little bit buzzed tonight after a wild BDSM phone sex party. I thought I’d entertain you with a nursery rhyme. This one just might make your cock a little hard. Call me now and make me sing it for you. I’ll even your stick your cock in my mouth and hum it for you.

I’m a Little Sex Slave  (sung to I’m a Little Teapot)

 

I’m a little slave slut, Ass hanging out

Here is my love sleeve. Here is my mouth.

When I get well beaten, Then I shout.

Fuck my asshole. Fuck my mouth.

 

I’m a special bitch, yes it’s true.

Just look at what damage my master can do.

I can take a beating, a blow to the snout

Just bend me over and bottom me out.

 

I’m a little sexpot, with a busted pout

Here is my fuckhole, here is my mouth

When I’m well beaten, then I shout.

Bend me over and bottom me out!!!

 

I’m a special sex slave, yes it’s true.

Just look at my pussy. It belongs to you.

I can make a man cum with my mouth.

Just tip me over and bottom  me out.

 

(I’m a Little Tea Pot
By George H. Sanders and Clarence Z. Kelley, © Marilyn Sanders Music)
Make me sing you all kinds of slutty songs while we fuck. I love it.

Pantyhose Foot Fetish Fun

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So, there’s this thing called submissive phone sex. I have been living the nightmare for over 8 yrs now and Master’s demands are just getting more outrageous with time. Last night you called me to your den. I bowed at your feet. You yanked me up by my hair and ordered me to put on my “slut suit.”  That meant we were probably going to one of your famous parties where it would be “no-holes-barred” with me. I’d get passed around like a plate of Hors d’oeuvres in a starving crowd of drug doused pervs.  I knew by the time I went home, I’d be a mess of raw flesh, covered in bruises, and exposed to all kinds of disease.

Tonight, you wanted me to wear pantyhose and heels. I knew that was code for your foot fetish crowd. They cared nothing about my pussy or mouth. These were piggie-sucking and fucking,  joe-jam slurping losers. Shredding my pantyhose open to get to my pink-toenailed jewels. Several of them at one time would be rubbing their cocks over my legs and feet, admiring the soft foot flesh. They’d press my soles together, fervently fucking my my foot pussy.

What they don’t know is your dirty secret. Later, when the party is over, you’ll have me peel off the ripped and jizz soaked pantyhose. You’ll put them to your nose, inhale deeply, and then moan. I will stroke your cock, chanting. “Pretty pink piggies, all soaked in cum.” You’ll suck out all of the fuck juices from my smelly hose until you spurt your own load on my waiting little tootsies.

 

Taken and Pissed On

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I was taken from an alley while walking home from work. A very strong man threw me into a van and tied up my hands and feet. He even gagged me to make sure I wouldn’t try to scream. A bag was placed over my head as I was taken somewhere I’d never been. He dragged me inside somewhere, pulling me down the stairs with him. When the bag came off, all I could tell was that I was in a basement somewhere. He tore off my clothes and left me naked on the cold floor. When he came back, he was holding a leather whip, which he lashed me with repeatedly. He kicked me before grabbing my face and snarling, saying I was going to do anything and everything he told me to do. If I didn’t, he would kill me.

Scared, I nodded yes. He whipped me a few more times for good measure before unzipping his pants. Warm liquid trickled down my body as he pissed on me, telling me I’m a worthless whore. His cock now hard, he freed just my hands and jammed his cock down my throat. Gagging on his huge boner, I gasped for air in between thrusts. Pressing a knife to my neck, he told me to milk his prostate while I sucked him. I slid my fingers inside him and massaged his prostate until he was shooting his load in my mouth. He kept me locked in the basement, forcing me to suck him every night for a week before leaving me to find my way home from the woods.

Abducted and Tortured

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Some people chose the bondage phone sex life and others are forced into it. I was never given a choice. It certainly wasn’t a lifestyle that I chose, but one that I’ve come to accept. I miss my family and If I ever want to see them again, I must comply with my Master’s wishes.

I always thought human trafficking or flesh peddling was a joke. Just an excuse to account for the runaways. But now that I am personally living this nightmare, I finally understand the evil truth.

There’s a party tonight. High society in the bondage kingdom and I know Master plans to take me. It reminds me of the Kennel Club show where the dog gets named best in show. He’ll dress me all up and flaunt his property. I will be expected to tend to the needs of anyone who asks. Basically, I get to be a punching bag and fuck doll to any man who wishes to inflict pain upon me. I’m a good little poochie though. I’ll be the perfect slave. Tonight I will still be forced to listen to the tortured screams of the others who failed to please the Masters. For some it will be the End. For others the torment just goes on forever.

My Son’s Bondage Whore

bondage whoreBeing a bondage whore is hard work. I have been working with my son on his rope skills. He was a scout, so he does have some knowledge about knots. I guess I got a little bossy with him over the weekend. He didn’t like me complaining about his loose knots. “If they so loose you stupid whore, see if you can get out of them yourself,” he snapped before spitting in my face and leaving the house. I was on the cold floor. The heat was not on because we just came off a warm spell. The temperatures were rapidly declining. I had no idea how long he would be gone. He was pissed. One time he left me tied up for several days because I folded his laundry wrong. He gets his temper from his father. I need a new master, but I am not accustomed to being left tied up indefinitely. What seemed like forever, was about 8 hours. He came back home drunk. I had pissed on the floor. That made him angry too. He expected me to hold it in like a dog. He untied me, then shoved my face into my piss like a bad puppy. He was getting aroused treating me like a worthless submissive whore. He undid his belt; fastened it around my neck like he was about to strangle me while he pulled out his cock. He ass fucked me hard while I licked up my own piss. He was pulling on the belt so hard, I almost puked. I came close to passing out too. He came up my ass thankfully, because that was when the belt slipped off from around my neck. I grabbed my throat as to massage the pain away and attempt to take in some air. “Complain or sass me again whore, and I might not let go next time,” he seethed as he walked away.

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