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Submissive Phone Sex Slut Abused

submissive phone sexHe’s beaten my face black and blue as a true submissive phone sex slut, the camera is still filming me crying as he brings his fist back again to the back of my head, ripping out a chunk of my hair this time. I am crying but it’s pointless because I am his breeding whore to do whatever he wants with, his submissive fucking slut to abuse like the piece of shit I know I am. He’s got me tied up, tightly bound so I can’t fight against him – he wants me in the most pain as possible. He loves seeing me suffer, he loves taking out all his anger on me and letting his friends use me too. His friend has his cock down my throat and I feel myself start to gag violently on his dick, I am choking on my snot from crying too, and this only makes him more turned on so he’s fucking my mouth while the other guy is pumping into my pussy that swollen cock feels like it’s ready to burst. His balls slapping against my ass and the others in my face I know he’s about to fill my cunt with his babybatter. As soon as he blows his load in my pussy he’s moving to my ass and slapping me in the face calling me a stupid fucking bitch. The one who was just in my mouth goes straight to my pussy making sure he gets his load of cum in me too, I am being told now that I must beg for it. So there I am, crying and whimpering and begging for a huge load of cum to fill me up already feeling the warm load in my pussy. Once they’re done using me like a sex slave and breeding whore I am tied to the chair as they start up a machine… the sound is so familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Suddenly the pain I feel on my breast soon tells me this a tattoo gun and he’s writing “submissive whore” on my left tit. This makes me hysterical but he’s far from done. It takes hours but he ends up tattooing all over my body, “breeding whore, cum dumpster, bitch, slave, stupid slut, fucktoy.” my body is bloody and bruised but I am his piece of art. He and his friends spit on me before they go, then cover my ruined body in their warm piss. They leave me tied up, helpless so they can use me again later if they want….they’re just trying to make an army of stupid sluts just like me to abuse and I am the vessel, the breeding whore that will give this to them.

Punishment Time

Bondage whoreDaddy had a party tonight. I tried to be really good! I opened all my fuck whole for all of his friends. I let them beat me and use me. They pissed on me and made me lick the floor clean. Daddy actually looked pleased with me. But then I accidentally bumped into the table and knocked a glass of beer over. I didn’t mean to! But daddy is so mad! I know what is going to happen now. Daddy is just waiting for his friends to leave. He is going to punish me. I have been a bad slut and daddy is going to hurt me for it. I know I deserve it. I want it. My cunt is dripping just thinking about it. As soon as daddy’s friends leave he grabs me by the hair and pulls me down to the punishment room in the basement. That is where no one can hear me scream. So what are you going to do to me, daddy?

Submissive Whore

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It was not the first time you had me strip my slutkin down, so you could watch her as you rammed deep into my aching pussy. Your eyes never left her body. When she moved you followed everything about her. It was not long until you had me spreading doll like legs, so you could squirt some cum all over her bald cunt. You had me by the hair and was pounding my face the night you asked me to put two fingers in her hole and fuck her as you were fucking me. I did as I was told, I could not risk losing your dick or the bill money for that month. I guess you figured as long as I did the naughty touching you couldn’t call yourself a P-pervert. Until that fateful night, I put her cunny on top of your cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. I leaned close and said just rip her cunny apart get it over with. I knew you were dying to because you came all over her itty bitty cunt and almost instantly were hard again. I used that cunt to lube her up and practically forced you to be the pervert that you are.

Take it out on me.

Submissive slutThe first blow busted my lip. I felt the blood fly and I knew he was planning on taking all of his aggression out on me. He was my Master’s boss and his wife had cheated on him. I was taking the punishment that she deserved. He had dressed me up in her clothes and wearing her perfume. He raged, calling me a whore and telling me how I had ruined his life.

He slammed me up against the wall and I fell to my knees. “Have mercy, sir.” I begged but it was futile. He was drooling in his hatred, his cock standing out and purple. He kicked me solidly in the stomach. When My mouth flew open, he rammed his cock into it.  All of his rage was directed at my mouth as he battered my throat with his fuckstick. I gurgled and choked.

He began to scream. “You’re a dirty whore. You suck big black cocks behind my back.” I felt sorry for him and reached up to stroke his balls. They were so full. I bobbed on his swollen penis, tasting the metallic pre-cum that had been building. A submissive just knows what a man needs. I urged him to grab me by the hair and use me. The force of his orgasm made him stagger backwards. We fell to the floor, gasping. We were just getting started. Sometimes a man just needs a hot fuckhole to take his stress out on.

Master’s Well Trained Whore

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Part of being a good bondage whore depends on your tolerance for pain. When I first became a slave, I was such a wimp. You abused me so bad, saying that I deserved it and that I needed to be “broken.” You dry-fucked me with your large cock. You starved me. I cried and begged. You laughed in my face saying that I needed to toughen up unless I wanted to be sold.

It was like a part of my mind shut down. I became a true BDSM piece of meat. I learned to take a punch without flinching, only thanking you for the pleasure. You let your friends violate me for hours to try to make me beg. But it was too late. That part of me that felt things had been destroyed. I became a fuck-tube and a cum dumpster, nothing more. I was quietly obedient, lady-like even with a busted face and a bruised body. Even as your cock pounded my swollen mouth, my mind belonged only to me. When you realized that I was trained, you eased up on me. I still scream and beg sometimes for your amusement. I pretend that I cannot take one more blow, or one more minute of the terror you inflict but somewhere, in my soul, I’ve grown to love this life. I await your orders, Master. How may I please you tonight?

 

BDSM trainer for my Master

Bondage and SubmissionMy Master gave me a new title. Bondage and Submission trainer for the newbies that he’s been collecting. These young girls are so gullible. He plays them on the internet until they trust him. Once he wins their hearts and convinces them to meet him, he pets me in action. I become that mommy that they lack in their lives. As we brainwash the sluts, I become more firm. Then we slowly add in the discipline that they don’t know that they are craving. Mindless little twits who thought they were in love with the Master start to become obedient pets.

Then he disappears, leaving them with me to start their formal training. I beat the desire to live from them, starve them, and break them. Then he reappears to “rescue” them. They are so grateful that they will do anything for him. That’s when he brings in his party. Other P-Daddies and Masters who love the young and innocent. It is a fuckfest as the victims find out the real truth about the BDSM side of his business. Are you ready to share the details and join in the fun as we train young girls to be obedient sluts, ready to be sold to the highest bidder?

Nothing but a fuckhole

 

Prostate phone sex

I tongue fucked Masters asshole hard before inserting my finger. Prostate phone sex was one of his favorite games to keep me in line. I had been trained by my husband before he sold me into slavery but Master’s game was quite different.

Master preferred to go to the gym first for a long workout. He reeked of smelly sweat right down to his nut sac. Then he’d also forget to wipe his ass very well. I’d be forced to suck his nasty balls and tongue out the bits of shit and toilet tissue. If I retched, I’d be beaten, so I tongue fucked him deep and hard, lapping every bit of foul matter until he was clean.

Next, I’d suck his cock, easing a finger into his bowels. I’d fuck him slow until I found this special knob deep inside. I could always tell when I hit it, because he’d fuck my mouth furiously. Crouching low over my face, he face fucked me hard, barely letting me come up for air. I’d finger fuck his ass until he was ready to come. He’d pull out with a roar and shoot his load all over my face and hair, calling me a a worthless cunt.

 

I wasn’t always submissive.

Bondage and submissionI wasn’t always this submissive. Bondage and submission were never part of my lifestyle. I lived a life of royalty with a doting husband and sweet young ones. I never had to work. My husband asked very little of me. I didn’t realize how much I was failing at my job of being a good wife. Sometimes he would ask me for things. Like wanting me to lick his asshole or give him a gagging blow job. I just laughed at him. I’d catch him late at night looking at BDSM porn. Then came the day that I discovered his mistress, or rather his slave. He had found a submissive woman to do those things that I refused. I vomited when I saw the pics of him beating her or with her wearing a ball gag. I wanted a divorce.

Instead, he made me disappear. Or, rather, he sold me into slavery. My cruel master taunted me with the pics of the poor widower pleading for my return. Soon, he had me declared dead and collected my insurance. I am forgotten. I do not exist.  I am solely a piece of meat. A breathing carcass belonging to my Master. I’m an obedient fuck doll with orifices to be used. Nothing matters now. I can never have my life back. So, now I am that woman. That obedient slut who lives like a pet in a cage, hoping only for a few scraps and a pat on the head. Oh how I wish I would’ve taken my husband seriously and been the woman he asked me to be. But now it’s too late. I am just a BDSM whore now and I beg you for your mercy.

Break me down and abuse me.

Submissive phone sexThere’s nothing like a little Submissive phone sex to make a girl feel loved. Sometimes I think that I defy you just to get your attention. You nearly killed me last time that I was disobedient. It was just a little thing but your red face made me realize that I had gone too far. I had already blown many of your party guests and my stomach ached from swallowing so much cum. You pointed at one more man and I shook my head. He was a huge obese pig known for his cruelty. I’d seen him put his cigar out on a slave’s back, laughing at her pain. I’d also heard the rumor that his cum was like spoiled cream, foul, clotted, and smelly. One of my fellow slaves compared it to eating pet jizz. So I pleaded no.

Master was angry. He dragged me back to his den and locked me in my pet crate. Hours went by and then Master and the Fat One burst into the room, all fucked up. I was dragged out and spread wide open. Master shocked me with the electric dildo until my back arched into the air. Then the hog towered over me, squatted and flopped his fat belly right over my face. The stench from his sweaty underbelly made me choke. His tiny penis barely protruded from the fat roll below. His hairy balls tasted of sweat and filth. I gasped her air as he poked his tiny pecker at my mouth. “Suck it.” he bellowed. I felt Master lash my pussy hard with his crop.

“Beg for it, slut.” I heard Master growl. I begged that lard ass to give me his cum, even as I gagged. His fat little fuckmeat quivered and began to spurt. I stuck out my tongue as it rained all over my face. I swear I heard my hips crack as master spread me wide and fucked me with the Budha still sitting on my head. I felt the vomit rise in my throat but gulped it back down. I knew what my punishment would be if I dared to puke on his vile cock.

Living the slave life

slave trainingEvery woman deserves slave training from her man. Deep down we all want to be owned and disciplined. Feminists really need a few lessons on how to treat their Master.

You turn the crank on the stretching machine and I feel my hips pulling from their sockets. I grit my teeth and try not to cry out. I deserve my punishment and Master is enjoying it immensely. I see your cock grow as you crank it again. The rope burns into my wrists and ankles. My vertebrae scream with pain. This is what I get for my disobedience. You told me not to wash my pussy after the party last night. You wanted it ripe and crusty. One of your freak colleagues was coming over to lick it clean. I cost you money.

I did not obey. I washed it and douched all of the clotted cum from inside, waxing the stubble and shaving my legs. I hated feeling all raw inside, the smelly ooze on my panties, the stench of sweat in my hair.

So I disobeyed and now I pay the price. It’s going to be a long night and you won’t stop until you tire. Tomorrow I will be a bloody, bruised pulp and it is my own fault. A worthless slut like me should always obey the Master.

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