A Submissive Whore Remembers

submissive whoreI have been a secretary and a submissive whore for a lawyer for almost two decades now. This virus has benched our relationship sadly. And a subby whore needs alpha males in her life daily. I have been reflecting on my relationship with my boss and master lately. I have lots of extra time on my hands. I met my boss when I was a scared and abused wife with two little ones in diapers. I was in a store and my credit card declined. I burst into tears because I knew my husband had drank away the food money. A handsome much older man paid for my groceries. I went back to my one-bedroom apartment and masturbated thinking of him. I knew he had strong hands and I wondered how good they would feel around my throat or spanking my ass. I knew he was married. I saw the ring on his finger, but he was the first man to be nice to me. I did not even know his name or if I would see him again. I did not until almost 2 years later. I ran into him in a corner store in downtown New York. That second encounter changed my world. I found out he was a lawyer from California, in town for a case just like the last time. He took me out that night. I got a babysitter because my husband was MIA on a drunken bender. He took me to a BDSM club. A very elite club. Membership only. I would have done anything for him. I wanted and needed rescued. That night, he watched as men used me. They spanked me. They choked me. They restrained me and they fucked me. He was impressed that I was a good submissive slut. He made me a proposition I could not refuse. Leave my husband, move to California, get trained as a paralegal and be his office whore. He paid for my move. He paid for my education. He set me up in a house. He even helped me get a divorce. Almost twenty years later, and I am still his slave. I am your slave too, however. My master finds it hot that he gets to share me with all of you men.

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