I was being such a little brat for Master. I was testing my limits left and right with him. Master was punishing me but I was just in one of those bratty submissive moods. Well after three days Master had reached his limits of my brattiness. Spankings weren’t working on me so Master found something that did. He bound me up and put me on my knees. As I kneel there on my knees I see Master going to what I call his closet of tortures props. He was rummaging around when he pulled out the cattle prod and the bullwhip with the metal spikes on it. I was shitting my pants when I saw what he was holding. I must of really pissed Master off! I knew I was pissing him off I just did not know I was pissing him off this much. Master tortured me for hours. Striking my flesh and splitting it open. Zapping me in between strikes from the bullwhip. He was laughing and taunting me telling me what a stupid whore I am. Just a dump piece of fuck meat he kept yelling. I was hurting bad my tears and snot were mixed together with my blood. It felt like every inch of my flesh was ripped open and on fire. I tried to scream out I have learned my lesson but Master just ignored me and kept on punishing me.
May 2019 archive
Slave training with Master
Another long stressful day for Master means a long night of slave training and being his dirty little submissive skank. On my hands and knees down at his feet is exactly where I belong. Master is dominant over me and puts me in my place. He never fails to remind me what my one true purpose is in this life and that is to be a complete and utter slave for anyone and everyone. Even if he decides to sell me one day to another Master, I will still be a worthless piece of shit. I love being able to help Master decompress and get him out of his hot sweaty clothing. I spread his ass cheeks and can see that he still has some gunk plastered up in there from when he last took a shit so of course I assumed my position and used my tongue as his toiler paper. He even has a bumpy rash that he’s starting to breakout with but my wet mouth is the perfect lotion to soothe and lubricate it so that Master feels better. His asshole is his sweet spot. It might smell bad but that’s not a problem at all, the more smelly that Master is for me, the more happy I am! Plus, that just means I have to do more work for him! Kissing and cleaning Master’s ass, that’s what I am going to be doing all night long per usual!
Prostate Milking Momma
I am a prostate milking momma. I tend to be the submissive who always has her tongue in my husband and sons asshole trying to eat those asses so well that I milk every drop of cum from those big cocks. It is a hard task to teach my daughters, they dislike the taste of shit, but to be a good sub slut they must do exactly as I do.
I have been known to be called Masters Mommy pet, whose only pleasure will be eating his ass until he milks his prostate all over our daughters’ faces. Then I am locked in my cage and only let out to fetch his slippers and bring him his reading material in the bathroom. Then this cheap phone sex Subslut I must wait to clean his ass after a nice shit. And be his piss whore. I love being his slave and cum slut, but recently master has been looking for a Mistress to run me and my offspring while he is away at work, or out of town. See he also wants our teen son to learn discipline, as it has been said that Mistresses make the best slave trainers and the harshest dominate men to their knees. I know That on sissy slut hut he will find me a Mistress that will train me and our son the right way! After all, we all love being a submissive whore once in a right?
Submissive Slut Went Overboard Part One
I went too far. My jealousy took over my submissive brain and I snapped. I want to say caught but that is not the correct word. I did not catch my Sir with another woman, I was forced to watch my Sir with another woman. Somehow Sir knew that was the one thing that would make me turn from a submissive little slut to a raging fucking psycho. Sir called me into his office, I had just got done cleaning the entire house for him. I knew I was in for a new submissive training with sir any day. I am always excited when Sir spends time to train me. When I walked into my Sirs office, he was standing behind his desk. He had clothes folded up neatly in his hand. He told me to get dressed and come back to his office once I was done. Once I got upstairs I saw the clothes I was holding was a maids costume. It was not the sexy kind that you have erotic roleplays in. This outfit looked like I was really going to be cleaning someone’s house that day. The costume also came with handcuffs and a note from Sir with instructions to put the handcuffs on me before returning. I did as Sir commanded. As soon as I walked back into Sir’s office I knew exactly why he had me put the handcuffs on before returning to him. While I was upstairs being a good Submissive slut to my sir, another Submissive Whore was entering his fucking office. She was just sitting there with a smirk on her face, staring at me. I was trying to hold my composure. Remain calm and remember everything my sir taught me. I kept my eyes on Sir, standing straight at attention, waiting for his next order. Then, instead of hearing the order from my Sir, this fucking whore stands up and tries to order me to sit down in the chair that is beside me. I looked at her with rage in my eyes, then I gave Sir a look that made him wonder where I just went. I was no longer the submissive fuck whore my sir knows me to be. Once that fucking piece of shit whore thought she was going to speak to me with authority, my Green-eyed monster took over, physically and mentally.
Submissive Phone Sex Whore
Submissive phone sex is what I do best. With me, it is yes Sir always. I know not to say no. I like being a good whore. I was a good whore last night. I went with a girlfriend to a new club. We were not at a fetish club; we had no BDSM plans, but they found us anyway. I guess we looked out of place in a high-end club. One guy called us trailer park whores and mocked my “Peg Bundy” hair. Another guy told me to go back to the 80s. My friend didn’t fair any better. We came to have drinks, dance and have fun. We weren’t submissive sex dolls, at least not in our eyes. These men had other plans for us. We were pushed in the back, into some private area. They gang banged us. We were told the only reason two trailer park whores would come to a place like this was to get fucked, so they were going to fuck us. They saw us for what we really were, just old dirty whores. We spent most of the night in that back room being passed around like candy, getting fucked in all our holes. We could barely walk to our car afterwards. We went home, soaked our sore, cum filled fuck holes in the bath and decided we would go back to that bar again tonight. I am a glutton for punishment.