Most days I don’t mind being a submissive whore. Master treats me well. And I’ve made a decent life out of being his slave. But our dynamic changed when he retired. Although he still does a few wills and trusts here and there, he no longer goes to the office five days a week. And I started doing phone sex full-time when he retired. But I also do some work for him at his private BDSM club him and a few other guys started after Covid ended.
And I love that I have a small stake in the club and that I will inherit his shares when he’s no longer on this earth. But this club struggles. There does not appear to be a shortage of men wanting to join. However, there does appear to be a shortage of women wanting to be slaves. So master dangles me like a carrot to these master wannabes so they can develop their skills. He’s afraid if he doesn’t offer them up a woman they will end their membership in the club.
So, until we can drum up some female membership, I am the educational bondage whore for them. I’m so glad that I became a slave eons ago. Because honestly, I’m not cut out for this new wave of young masters. They seem more like my father. By that I mean, just misogynistic asshole not necessarily masters. But I also know if the club closes, I will no longer see my master on any regular basis because there will be no excuse for him to leave the house.
Sometimes, I Service Other Masters and End Up Hurt
So, I suck it up. And I let those young misogynistic master wannabes tie me up so tightly it feels like I might lose a limb. And last night, one guy got himself banned from the club, which never happened before. Master gives them a long rope and lots of warnings before we get to this stage. When a phone call distracted master, this guy twisted my arms behind my back and bound me so tightly I thought I might get two spiral fractures. And as I cried, he punched the back of my head making me vomit.
When master saw this, he ordered him to untie me. But this punk ass boy challenged my master, so master grabbed his colt 45 from behind the bar and aimed it at the boy. Honestly, I almost pissed my pants. I’ve never seen master draw a gun. I didn’t even know that he owned a gun. Master did everything he could to protect his slave from any permanent damage. The guy left and master untied me, but my right shoulder felt dislocated.
Master knew how to reset it, however. And I did piss myself that time. Most submissive sex sluts enjoy a certain level of pain; however, this exceeded any type of pain I want to experience. But I did get a week off from the club to heal. And master said he would try to better vet these guys. But the reality is that the world creates more misogynistic guys every day. The future seems bleak for women like me. So, I will try to hold onto my master as long as possible. And I’ll never give up my day job. At least being a phone slave feels safer.
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