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My Sir turned me into a Gangbang submissive fuck whore. He told me when he saw another side of me, he knew then he was going to need a backup for my punishment. I tried telling my Sir that I only acted that way because of the situation. I was a dumb submissive slut for talking out of turn. Sir backhanded me like I was his prostitute who did not have his money. He told me to shut my dumb slut ass the fuck up. For the first time, I saw my sir get angry. I have seen my Sir be stern and dominant but I have never seen him upset. I sat there quiet, waiting for him to give me my orders. Then, all I see is Sir fist coming straight at my face and that was the last thing I remember happening. When I woke from being knocked the hell out, I could feel my eye and head pounding from Sir’s blow to the face. I looked around as much as I could but quickly realized I was tied up with duck tape over my mouth. I was hanging a couple of feet off the ground with straps holding my body up. I had a leash around my neck and it felt like someone had the leash in there hands behind me lightly tugging on it. Then I see sir kneel down in front of my face. I could hear men in the background laughing as if there was a party going on. Everyone sounded like they were drunk and drugged out. Sir was kneeling down looking into my eyes mocking me. He gave me a sad puppy dog look as if he felt sorry for what was about to happen to me. His face quickly turned serious and his voice lowered into a demonic whisper. Sir told me since I want to act out like a wild fucking whore, he is going to show me what happens to wild, stupid, fucking whores. He also said since I do not want to submit to him maybe I will submit to five men doing whatever they please to me. I could not speak and there was no point in making sounds with a thick strap of tape around my lips. I was restricted to move from the straps and a leash around my neck. All I could do was take the pain of these five men using me as a sex slave, a stupid fuck whore slave as sir was calling me when the men were fucking me with there giant sized cocks, making a game to see who could stretch my holes our the furthest. I was a cum filled mess in and out of my body when these men were done with me. I passed out when I felt three cocks digging deep into my asshole. When I woke, I was laying on the floor next to my restraints in a pile of cum and blood. It has been two days and my Sir is nowhere to be found.
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.
Do you know what a punishment box is? I have never seen one until yesterday. Let me tell you, it scares me and turns me on at the same time. My Sir told me this is his way of keeping me in line. He uses the punishment box when he feels it is needed. Inside the box are tiny pieces of paper with different punishments on them. Sir has three boxes ranging from Easy, mild and severe punishments. The third box is kept in sirs safe. If I misbehave or do something in a way my Sir does not approve of, Sir will blindfold me and have me choose a paper out of one of the boxes. Sir told me he has only had to use the third box one time with a sub girl. He told me what the punishment was, I guess it was so he could give me an idea of what kind of punishment the third box had inside. When he told me I knew the third box would make even the worst submissive slut act like a good little submissive bitch. He made her go to a place in our area where there is nothing but poor perverted men who will scope out a woman in minutes, take her, use her and abuse her in any way he wants. These men know who my Sir is and they wait for him to return with another one of his submissive sluts. Once they are done, they throw her bruised and used body in an alleyway and sir comes back a day later to pick her up. My sir does not play when it comes to making sure his woman submits to him.