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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…

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.

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.

Skillful Master Wanted … needed

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I’ve had a few Masters in my life. Ones that I always cherish are the ones who use me to their fullest and walk away an extremely satisfied Man, and that is how it should be.
A previous Master was very strict about how I would present myself. Upon entering the dungeon there would be a word taped to the inside of the door. That is how He wanted the session to start. Whether it was kneeling or the enduring position I made sure I was ready and willing for service and use. I really love being a submissive whore; I get such intense orgasms and pleasure just from serving.
Anytime He would walk in, the room would fill with intense vibes and my pussy would start to ache. His presence was so intoxicating and sexual I was usually dripping by the time I was trussed up like He desired. The most memorable was on a Saint Andrews Cross. Legs and arms bound to each of the four posts, exposed and ready. He would start with impact play, He had great control even while fingering my pussy, but He would still be hard as a rock no matter how He was using me. Weighted nipples and orgasm denial were his favorites to have me gushing everywhere. Of course, I needed to clean my own squirting pussy juices off His immaculate floor. How many ways can I be of service to You?

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Submissive Slut Enjoys the Party!

Submissive slutIt was party time, and I was one of the subs. There was rope play, and I was going to LOVE it. They had brought in plenty of rope, and I was in heaven! My arms were tied behind my back in several places, and my tits were bound up so tightly that the circulation was being cut off, but they were perfect fucking globes. My thighs were kept open by a spreader at the ankles, and everyone was free to walk by and do whatever they wanted to my body. Some walked by and smacked my tits, my ass, my belly, and even my cunt. Others brought the violet wand around and zapped me in different places. By the time the fucking actually started, I was so fucking wet, it was dripping out of me. The first person to reach me for fucking was a woman, and she was quite the hottie and a dominatrix. She doesn’t get on the floor for just anyone, so seeing this woman get down on her knees in front of me was breathtaking. She ran a finger lightly over my cunt from ass crack to clit, pulling off some of the juices that were dripping from me. Then, of all things, she put her face between my thighs, and drug her tongue over that same stretch. I groaned at how erotic it was to have this powerful, dominant woman on her knees and licking my cunt. She dipped her tongue up into me and pulled some of those juices out, making me even hotter. When she finally stood back up, I was horny as fuck, and I knew how privileged I was to get that treatment from her. She pulled me to a private room, and she dominated me for the rest of the night, and I could not have been happier!

Abducted in the Woods

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I had gone camping with some friends over the weekend. I ventured off into the woods for a peaceful walk by myself. The sun was shining as I neared the edge of the river, but that’s when there was a loud thud and I fell to the ground. When I woke up, I was naked aside from my panties, tied up in some sort of cage, dangling just low enough to reach my tippy toes to the ground. My struggling caught the attention of my captor, so he came up to me from out of the brush. Worried, I asked him to let me go and not to harm me because my friends would be looking for me. He just laughed as he walked up holding a whip and a gag. He secured the gag in my mouth so that I could no longer talk such nonsense to him. Then, with all his might, he started whipping me. Each lash stung like fire, but I had no choice. I couldn’t even shield my body with my arms, as they were restrained. The ropes wouldn’t budge, so I was forced to endure the lashings. After my body was almost entirely covered in bloody, raw welts, he came up and ripped off my panties. I flailed and cried out, but it was no use. He steadied my legs in his powerful arms and had no mercy as he start impaling my dry asshole. His cock was tearing apart my ass and it burned, but there was nothing I could do. Nobody was coming to my rescue. After he was finished, he knocked me out again and left me somewhere I didn’t recognize. I was left in the woods to wander naked back to our campsite.

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…

Bondage Whore Bernie Needs Punished

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on Tinder, FetLife and a few other fetish sites. I can’t help it. I love bondage. Do you remember those old silent short films with the woman in peril tied to a train track? I masturbated to those images as a wee girl. I wanted tied up then rescued. As I grew up, I wanted tied up and abused. Something about being vulnerable and helpless and at your mercy makes my cunt wet. I’m trusting a stranger or a master not to kill me. Not to permanently hurt me. My master, my boss, ties me up to my office chair often. Yesterday, he was feeling mean. It happens, but not often. Normally, we have more of a sensual master slave relationship. Hardcore bondage and nipple torture made his dick hard. He tied the ropes so hard, my wrists bled. He ripped my shirt open, exposing my DD breasts. He slapped my tits so hard they started to turn colors immediately. He started sucking on my right tit. It felt amazing, until he bit so hard on the nipple it tore. I was bleeding down my breast. He grabbed my jaw, spit my blood and flesh in my face and said, “Did you think I would not know about your little online endeavors, bitch.” He was not happy I was moonlighting. I was being punished; not for cheating, but for not asking permission to be on those sites. Master owns me. I know I am his property, no better than the office chair I was strapped to. He spent the rest of the day punishing me for my violation of our master servant relationship. He sodomized my ass with the stapler, along with other office supplies. Lesson learned the hard way. At his age, I didn’t know he still had all that in him.

Bondage Whore Bernie

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on the circuit. I go into any BDSM club in my state and that is how I am addressed. I have quite the reputation for BDSM games. I hate that these Fifty Shades of Grey movies trivialize the lifestyle. BDSM is not a fad for me. It is my way of life. When my Master was younger, he really enjoyed tying me up. We used everything from heavy duty climbing rope to his silk ties. Sometimes we even used my pantyhose. It just depended on if he wanted to leave a mark or not. Once I was tied up a slew of sensual games ensued. Sometimes we played with hot candle wax. Sometimes ice cubes. Sometimes bare bottom spankings. Other times more hardcore like a belt strap or a Cat o Nine tails. Master was not into disfiguring me. He was not into leaving marks that lingered for days. It was about trust. It was about submission. No one believes in that kind of old school S&M relationship anymore. It’s a new  world for a subby whore like me. Trying to find a master like the one I have is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I have been testing the waters for new Masters, using phone sex as a way to see what the modern dominant man is like. I’ve  discovered that my Master is from a bygone world that likely doesn’t exist anymore. I’m trying to prepare myself for what is coming. In my quest for a suitable replacement I have been tied up and left for days with no food or water sitting in my own waste. I have had my tits punched so hard a saline bag ruptured. I have had my face shoved in a toilet filled with shit and piss. I have been forced to eat puke. I have been ordered to service men with 4 legs. I have been gangbanged by men  half my age. I’m dreading the day my Master surrenders me because I cannot live in a world where I am not owned, but the men of this new age terrify me.

Bondage Chat with Master

Bondage chatHe asked if I thought I had been good enough to orgasm today. I begged him for an orgasm, on my knees. He told me to sit down on the bed and touch myself, and I did. I did every little thing he asked me to. I sucked my own nipple, bit the shit out of it, then did the same to the other. He let me finger myself until I got close, then told me to stop. He told me that what he wanted to do to me was tie my tits up so tightly that they started turning blue. Then, he wanted to tie my hands up, hang me from the ceiling so that I had to stand on my tiptoes, and attach nipple clamps to my tits. Then, he would take some young thing, and he would treat her like a princess in front of me, making me watch as he fed her, massaged her, and fucked the ever-loving shit out of her. And, when he felt like I couldn’t possibly tolerate another moment of the torture, he’d drop me to my knees and face fuck me. At that point, he shoved his dick down my throat, and I gagged on it, trying to breathe around it repeatedly. He showed me exactly how hard he would face fuck me then, and then he didn’t even let me have his cum. He pulled out and shot it all over my face, then scraped it off to feed to the little princess. I felt completely humiliated.

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