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Master’s Well Trained Whore

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Part of being a good bondage whore depends on your tolerance for pain. When I first became a slave, I was such a wimp. You abused me so bad, saying that I deserved it and that I needed to be “broken.” You dry-fucked me with your large cock. You starved me. I cried and begged. You laughed in my face saying that I needed to toughen up unless I wanted to be sold.

It was like a part of my mind shut down. I became a true BDSM piece of meat. I learned to take a punch without flinching, only thanking you for the pleasure. You let your friends violate me for hours to try to make me beg. But it was too late. That part of me that felt things had been destroyed. I became a fuck-tube and a cum dumpster, nothing more. I was quietly obedient, lady-like even with a busted face and a bruised body. Even as your cock pounded my swollen mouth, my mind belonged only to me. When you realized that I was trained, you eased up on me. I still scream and beg sometimes for your amusement. I pretend that I cannot take one more blow, or one more minute of the terror you inflict but somewhere, in my soul, I’ve grown to love this life. I await your orders, Master. How may I please you tonight?

 

BDSM trainer for my Master

Bondage and SubmissionMy Master gave me a new title. Bondage and Submission trainer for the newbies that he’s been collecting. These young girls are so gullible. He plays them on the internet until they trust him. Once he wins their hearts and convinces them to meet him, he pets me in action. I become that mommy that they lack in their lives. As we brainwash the sluts, I become more firm. Then we slowly add in the discipline that they don’t know that they are craving. Mindless little twits who thought they were in love with the Master start to become obedient pets.

Then he disappears, leaving them with me to start their formal training. I beat the desire to live from them, starve them, and break them. Then he reappears to “rescue” them. They are so grateful that they will do anything for him. That’s when he brings in his party. Other P-Daddies and Masters who love the young and innocent. It is a fuckfest as the victims find out the real truth about the BDSM side of his business. Are you ready to share the details and join in the fun as we train young girls to be obedient sluts, ready to be sold to the highest bidder?

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with SubSlut Bo

Get the fix for some extreme fetish phone sex with a real subslut. I’m a lifestyle submissive and love every bit of being a submissive for a kinkt Master. My taboos are none and kinks are many. Some of the best times have been bound and have forced stimulation with a variety of devices fashioned to torture me for hours on end.

I have been the focal point in a human toilet party where you can only image what I endured, pure fucking filth and lots of golden showers. I was once taken to a glory hole and forced to drain every cock that was offered to me and I had to swallow every load. I was kept there for 4 hours of servicing a wide range of cocks. I find this all to be very exhilarating.

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Break me down and abuse me.

Submissive phone sexThere’s nothing like a little Submissive phone sex to make a girl feel loved. Sometimes I think that I defy you just to get your attention. You nearly killed me last time that I was disobedient. It was just a little thing but your red face made me realize that I had gone too far. I had already blown many of your party guests and my stomach ached from swallowing so much cum. You pointed at one more man and I shook my head. He was a huge obese pig known for his cruelty. I’d seen him put his cigar out on a slave’s back, laughing at her pain. I’d also heard the rumor that his cum was like spoiled cream, foul, clotted, and smelly. One of my fellow slaves compared it to eating pet jizz. So I pleaded no.

Master was angry. He dragged me back to his den and locked me in my pet crate. Hours went by and then Master and the Fat One burst into the room, all fucked up. I was dragged out and spread wide open. Master shocked me with the electric dildo until my back arched into the air. Then the hog towered over me, squatted and flopped his fat belly right over my face. The stench from his sweaty underbelly made me choke. His tiny penis barely protruded from the fat roll below. His hairy balls tasted of sweat and filth. I gasped her air as he poked his tiny pecker at my mouth. “Suck it.” he bellowed. I felt Master lash my pussy hard with his crop.

“Beg for it, slut.” I heard Master growl. I begged that lard ass to give me his cum, even as I gagged. His fat little fuckmeat quivered and began to spurt. I stuck out my tongue as it rained all over my face. I swear I heard my hips crack as master spread me wide and fucked me with the Budha still sitting on my head. I felt the vomit rise in my throat but gulped it back down. I knew what my punishment would be if I dared to puke on his vile cock.

Living the slave life

slave trainingEvery woman deserves slave training from her man. Deep down we all want to be owned and disciplined. Feminists really need a few lessons on how to treat their Master.

You turn the crank on the stretching machine and I feel my hips pulling from their sockets. I grit my teeth and try not to cry out. I deserve my punishment and Master is enjoying it immensely. I see your cock grow as you crank it again. The rope burns into my wrists and ankles. My vertebrae scream with pain. This is what I get for my disobedience. You told me not to wash my pussy after the party last night. You wanted it ripe and crusty. One of your freak colleagues was coming over to lick it clean. I cost you money.

I did not obey. I washed it and douched all of the clotted cum from inside, waxing the stubble and shaving my legs. I hated feeling all raw inside, the smelly ooze on my panties, the stench of sweat in my hair.

So I disobeyed and now I pay the price. It’s going to be a long night and you won’t stop until you tire. Tomorrow I will be a bloody, bruised pulp and it is my own fault. A worthless slut like me should always obey the Master.

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It’s Gangbang Saturday night.

Extreme fetish phone sexMy Master insists on Extreme fetish phone sex. Tonight it’s Gang bang night with at least 25 men coming over for one of his special parties. He says my slave pussy needs to be well used. He chains me over a bench with my legs spread. There’s a pile of whips and straps hanging next to me, as well as a basket of common utensils. Men are encouraged to fuck me with these items as well as beat me.

My name is NOTHING. My name is SLUT. My sole purpose in life is serving as I am ordered. Tell me to open my mouth. I know not what I will receive. Will you give me a filthy cock, a blast of piss, or will you turn around and make me your toilet. I know better than to complain. If Master knows that I’ve refused one of his guests, I will be beaten, starved, and locked in blackness.

Please use to me to take out your aggressions, make me  pay for another bitch pissing you off, and take out your sexual frustration on me. Your wish is my command. My body is not my own. How will you use it tonight?

Training your own submissive whore

BDSM chatLet me give you some BDSM chat lessons on how to train that disobedient cunt in your own life. I was once like her. Lazy, inattentive to your needs, spending all of your money, and fucking around and partying while you work. Quit being a pussy and put your foot down…right on her throat. Act like a man for a change. Be the King of your house.

First of all, withhold money and cock. If she bitches, tie her up and spank that bare ass hard. Make a list of daily expectations and chores. If they are not complete when you get home, throw her in a cold shower and string her up by her wrists. Your cock will get raging hard when you do this a few times, but you must NOT fuck her. Cock is a privilege now. She must beg you to be allowed to suck it.

Remove the food from the house. Take her car away. You must break this worthless bitch so you can train her. My Master used the same method on me. She will cry and beg but just like me, she will submit. Don’t be afraid to bring out that new riding crop that you’ve been dying to apply to that pretty little ass.

Once you get these basics down, you’re ready for Part II. Call me and we can talk more about it. Soon your whore will be as obedient as me.

 

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.

Extreme Bare Bottom Spankings

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Bare bottom spankings make my pussy wet. Ever since that first time daddy tossed me over his knees and pulled my panties down to punish me, I have loved the feel of a firm hand on my bare ass. My master enjoys spanking me. He has been obsessed with my ass and tits for over 20 years now. He is an old school master. We have long participated in bondage and spanking games. When I go to underground BDSM clubs, I discover quickly that the kind of old school relationship I have with my master is antiquated. Men are harsher, even sadistic these days. I am a pain slut by nature, but I get scared when I encounter new men. I am not prepared for the modern submissive whore world. I was at a spanking club over the weekend. It just opened. It is a bar and a fetish club. Great name too. It is called Bottoms Up. When you walk in, it has the feel of an upscale metro bar. The private rooms have the same modern feel, however, inside lurks a darkness. I discovered that the hard way when I went in with Charles. What he did to my ass was not spanking. It was pure torture. I am a pain slut, but he used a variety of instruments on my ass that resulted in broken skin, blisters and the need for medical attention. He strapped me to a device that restrained me with my ass up in the air. I couldn’t escape. That was my first clue that I was about to get a whipping like none before. Belts, leather switches, wooden paddles, and a Cat o Nine tails were all used at rapid speed on my bare ass. When he was done, I was bleeding, crying and struggling to walk. I am not prepared for the new world of master and servant.

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Extreme fetish phone sexSuspended from the ceiling, I was staring at him through bleary eyes. He’d already clamped my nipples, and had me gagged. He was cracking that whip across my ass and thighs, digging it into me, lashing the skin til parts of it flayed open. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I am such a weak little bitch sometimes. Now, I had to accept the punishment. He set the whip down and picked up the riding crop. He started smacking that down across my tits, over and over again, welting them, making them bleed in places. The tears rolled out of my puffy eyes as I cried through that ball gag. The next 2 lashes from the crop smacked the nipple clamps so hard that they ripped their way off my nipples, pulling bits of skin with them. He told me, then, that what he did was for love, and that I needed to remember how loved I was. He kissed my cheek, and then left me to hang there and think about my actions for a bit.

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