MILF phone sex sluts make the best submissives. That is what all my masters have told me in the past. Young girls think the world is theirs for the taking. They think they are princesses. Now, the submissive ones usually are just playing a role because they are looking to snag a Christian Gray or they want money and gifts in exchange for being whipped or bound. I know I am not worthy of being pampered or spoiled. I am here to serve men. That means rough fucking, hardcore anal, BDSM games, bukkake parties, gang bangs and even water sports. Coeds complain more. They have rules and limits. They do not understand what being a lifestyle submissive whore means or entails. I live to please my masters. I may not be enthusiastic about what he is doing to me, but I don’t complain. I don’t interject. I don’t negotiate something different, something less degrading. I just take it and do my best not to cry. Old bitches like me may have more miles on us, but we have less fight in us. That is because we know our place. On our knees in front of our masers asking how we can serve you today, sir.
October 2019 archive
Tortured Slut
Every time I hear your voice on the phone my pussy tingles with both fear and arousal. ‘How will my Master abuse me, today?’ I ask myself.
Will you whip me in the face with that big fat cock of yours? Will you tie me up tightly and make me beg for forgiveness? I’ll tell you how worthless and pathetic I am for being an inferior slut, as you verbally put me in my place .
I love how you manhandle and keep me restrained. I’m a worthless whore and having you as my Master keeps me in check.
Often you enjoy shackling me to the bed and leave me lying there for hours, wondering when and even if you’ll ever return to release me. It’s rather frightening to be honest, but I’m addicted to your conditional affection. It keeps me waiting with bated breath, wondering what lies in store ahead.
I know you love it when I’m breathless, too. *Smirks playfully*
BDSM phone sex
“Say it louder bitch” I gagged some more on his cock as I said it again “I’m nothing but a BDSM phone sex whore.” I whimpered some more as he went in hard, grabbing my face and fucking my mouth and throat as I dry heave on his huge cock. “That’s right you fucking whore” he spits on me and slaps me across my face, making my eyes water more and more. “You’re only here on this earth to be used, you’re only here to master discipline, submit to dominance with nothing but unquestioned submission. Like it or not you fucking stupid damn whore. You must submit to all sadomasochism, forced to submit to psychological tendency based on purely sadism and masochism.” He was really going into to making sure I understood my purpose in life perfectly well, and it was crystal clear to me as he bent me over, shoving his cock into my ass raw, and his hand in my mouth to gag me at the same time. “Scream bitch, I wanna fucking hear you scream” And as usual, I did as I was told.
Tied Up and Used
He told me to meet him in room 409 at the Marriott while I was there in Vegas a few weeks back. He’s somebody I’d seen on a number of occasions before and we had established a pretty trusting S&M sexual relationship.
When I walked into the room, there he stood with two fellow colleagues of his. Lying there on the bed was quite a bit of rope and he’d said, ‘This is all you’ll be wearing for me, tonight.’
I eagerly undressed because as you very well know by now, I am the ultimate rope bunny.
He began to tie me up as he said ‘Tonight we’ll be feeding you loads of cum because you’ve been such a good slut and you’ve finally earned this reward.
He also said that he had another surprise for me, which he later revealed after I was completely bound and tied as I laid there at his mercy.
He said that his two colleagues weren’t the only ones who would be using me up that night, but that he was expecting 15 more men to show up.