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The mentality of a submissive whore

Submissive Whore

 

 

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?

BDSM Not just for Men

BDSM phone sexDomme called me up the other day and told me she wants to use me for a session. I was all for it and even my clit and nipples agreed, let the throbbing begin. Unfortunately, it was going to be a few hours and I had asked permission from her to masturbate to cum before she was coming over. I got a “No” of course so I suffered from a wet throbbing pussy for a while. When she arrived she got right down to it. She threw off her long coat and showed her strapon, her cane and the gag for me. She immediately put me into the “expose” position, gagged me. She wasted no time in snapping that cane across my tits and hitting a nipple, sending shivers down to my clit. She pushed my face to the floor, mounted me from behind and fucked my pussy with her strap-on until she started to cum. She sat me back up, removed the gag, put her coat on and left. I sat there for a moment and thought that had never happened before. It got me wondering, is my Domme a dude? Now what, I’m sitting here horny and not sure what to do. I need a Master’s guidance. BDSM just for men? Well, maybe it shouldn’t be with this horseshit happening. Why couldn’t I cum? Going to bed mad and horny.

My Parents Sold Me

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Daddy & Mommy were tired of feeding me so they allowed you to buy me from them. I knew I was in big trouble
when I walked in the door and you already had all your bondage accessories out. You immediately put a collar around
my neck and added the leash. You walked your new pet around it’s new home. Pointing out where my food and water bowls
were. Where my cage I would sleep in each night was. Showing me the large tupperware containers where I am to now
relieve myself. You want to save every drop of my urine and solid waste for scat play in the future.
You lay down your list of rules as my new master which seem simple, basically just whatever you say goes and no
objecting. You then decide to break me in by tying me to the bondage cross in your bedroom and fucking all of my holes
while only a camera watches. You tell me I’m going to be a movie star now. I guess that means you’re going to make even
more money off of me than mommy and daddy even ever did.

 

 

 

Shitty Family Meal

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Mom and dad have been feeding me nothing but human waste for weeks now. I don’t even remember what
real food tastes like but it’s so important to me that their submissive whore training program
goes off without a snag that I can only comply. They are just making sure I can be the best
human toilet bitch. Also I have to consider how much money mommy and daddy make off me.
They have started inviting tons of new guys over to help keep me fed. Even designed this crazy
chair with a hole in the middle, right where your ass goes. They tie me up under it and order
that I keep my mouth wide open while you and other men drop ooey gooey shit right into my
mouth like a baby bird. How am I going to wash it down? You had the best idea- buckets of piss
and only cum for dessert. I hope mom and dad never change their minds about this program.
I love being a tool for desire. What do you think mommy and daddy should try next?

A little Tied Up At The Moment

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I am worthless piece of shit submissive whore who only lives to be treated like a object. I love being kept busy- all tied up that is! The way those ropes feel against my skin, completely triggering all those memories of growing up as a target of objectification. I don’t know any other way to be than submissive. Laying back and taking it, even though my eyes are begging you to stop, is just the way my life was meant to be. Punch me in my pussy- tenderize that cunt. Bend me over and force fuck my asshole till it bleeds. Spank and slap the bottoms of my feet until they are purple. I am your human punching bag sex doll who cannot stop you even if she wanted to. Make me wish I had never been born. I am your toy now.

Hogtied and Abducted

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I woke up hogtied with a ball gag in my mouth. No amount of struggling seemed to loosen the ropes. I looked around at my surroundings, but I didn’t recognize anything. I had no clue where I was or who had taken me. I didn’t even know if anyone knew I had been taken! The bedroom door opened and the man who had abducted me walked in. He stared at me with hungry eyes and a crazy smile. Holding a video camera and tripod, he set it up in the corner of the room. My shirt was then pulled up so he could squeeze my perky tit. He started out massaging it, but his grip gradually became firmer until he was squeezing it so hard, I thought my boob would pop! Twisting my nipple, he smiled at my pain. I groaned in agony as he twisted harder and harder. He spanked me repeatedly until my ass felt like it was on fire. After what seemed like an eternity of torture, he said if I didn’t scream or run, and that I agreed to love him, he would untie me so I could be his good whore. I shook my head, unable to say anything with the gag still in my mouth. As promised, my restraints and ball gag were removed. Now, he said, as long as I behave and love him, I could stay loose. I let him use my body for his pleasure. I was his perfect little whore, bending into any position he desired. He fucked me until I was too sore to sit up straight and I was oozing cum from every hole. He was my owner now.

Slave Training for the Workplace

Slave trainingThey walked into the office, and I knew I was in trouble. They were 2 of Master’s friends, and I knew well enough that when they came around, Master wasn’t going to be far behind. I thought about trying to get up and run, but I knew that would only make matters worse. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve punishment, but for Master to send them by my job, even so close to the end of the day, meant it was bad. They bound me to the chair I was seated in, and then proceeded to slowly cut my clothes off, shirt, then bra, then skirt. They left my panties whole, and I wondered if that was at Master’s bidding. When Master walked in, the scowl on his face told me I’d done fucked up. His crop was in his right hand, and I even noticed that it wasn’t his favorite crop – it was the well-worn, well-used crop that he liked to punish his slaves with. He didn’t just walk over to me, either. He walked to my boss’s office, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of them talking behind that door, they both walked out. The humiliation of my boss seeing me all but naked compounded the situation. Master explained that my boss had called the house and left a voicemail with a complaint about my forgetting something when I had left the day before. It was important, and I’d apologized to my boss when he’d approached me about it this morning. I sat there and looked directly at Master’s feet, knowing anything else was unacceptable. He took that crop and swung it, hitting me across the shoulders. He smacked each breast, the inside and outside of each thigh, and right across my tummy. I was welted everywhere. I knew I’d never do that again…

Spanking Phone Sex: My Son Enjoys Beating My Ass

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I love spanking phone sex. I don’t get a lot of spanking calls, however. It is too bad too because I have a cabinet full of different things to whack my ass with on a call. I have paddles of varying sizes. I have cat of 9 tails. I have riding crops. I have a few fly swatters that really leave a mark. I have belts. I have wooden spoons and spatulas.  Of course, I have my bare hands too. I love to give my big round ass a hard swat for you. My son recently discovered my special cabinet. I guess he just discovered the key. He has always been curious about what I keep inside there. I didn’t realize he had been snooping for the key until I came home the other night and found him waiting for me with the cabinet open and an ominous looking belt in his hand. It was not a belt of mine. This was a 70s looking belt with a buckle so big it could have doubled as a serving tray. “Like bare bottom spankings, mom,” he asked with an evil grin. Although I do, that belt looked like it would hurt far beyond what I can tolerate. I think that was the point. “Bend over bitch,” he seethed. It is instinct for me to listen to a man. In this case, it was instinct to listen to a boy. I heard him crack the belt like it was a whip being used to intimidate a slave. I was a slave, I guess. The first whack is the hardest. I fought back the tears as that big ass belt buckle hit me with such force, it drew blood. I yelped from the pain. He beat my ass raw for a good 20 minutes. Why? Because, in his words, a mother shouldn’t have secrets from her own flesh and blood. I have so many more I can’t wait for him to discover. I’m such a pain slut.

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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