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Cock worshiping comes with the job. If you are a submissive slave, your job duties include draining balls, one way or another. And over the years because my master is so much older than me, I’ve learned some techniques for draining backed up old balls. So, when master summoned me to his BDSM club on Mother’s Day, I figured I’d be draining his old balls.
However, I assumed incorrectly. Well, not completely wrong. I drained some old balls. But those old balls did not belong to my master. Instead, they belong to one of his oldest friends. And this guy does not suffer from any of the issues my master does. No erectile dysfunction. Perhaps he pops Viagra like candy. I don’t know what his secret is, but master enjoyed his submissive whore blowing his best friend.
Master shares me a lot more than he used to. And I think that’s because his erections seem few and far between as the saying goes. Perhaps master is a voyeur. He does seem to enjoy watching me blow other guys. And it seemed like a Mother’s Day miracle. Watching me worship his friend’s old cock and balls made master hard without any blue pill.
I knew I needed to seize this moment. Master rarely gets rock hard like that anymore. So, after I swallowed the third load from master’s friend, I turned my focus to my master. I crawled over to wear he sat, pulled his cock out of his pants and started blowing him. As usual, his cock struggled to maintain that erection. So, I knew what I needed to do. I pulled his pants down and his boxers too, so I could get to his prostate. Master needed prostate milking along with a deep throat blowjob.
So, I dipped my finger and some lubrication and wiggled it up his ass. And almost instantly I could feel his old dick get stiff as a board. Apparently, I found the spot, but I always find the spot. Master and I have been together over 20 years. I know how to drain his balls. One way or another this submissive slave always gets the cum from any man’s balls.
XXX bondage arouses me. What can I say. I like to be tied up. And I first met my master in a BDSM club in New York City. I came back to California with him eventually. And he set me up in a house and gave me a job in his office. Plus, he even sent me to a paralegal school so I could become his official paralegal.
And his wife never thought anything more about our relationship. She saw him helping a single mom with two little ones and no job. She does not know about the house he bought me or the college funds he set up for my son and daughter. And she does not know I’ve been his submissive slave for 20 years.
Master retired from law last year. However, we still see each other at his BDSM club. And sometimes in the office when he does a will or an estate planning for a friend or a friend of a friend. He ordered me to come to the office earlier this week. And I always come when I’m summoned. I figured he wanted to work on a will or an estate. But it turned out he just wanted to see his favorite bondage whore and play a bit.
The BDSM club became a way for him to still participate in this lifestyle and see me weekly after retirement. He needed something his wife would not care about. So, he told her that he and some of his legal buddies bought a cigar bar. And that’s not a lie. The BDSM club does operate as a cigar bar too. But mostly this place serves as a safe space for men to bring their slaves.
The club is slowly building a decent membership. And a loyal following. However, like anything in this world, it struggles to reach women. More men want to be dominant masters, but they lack the female companion to serve as their slave. So often master and I don’t get much time alone at the club because he lends me out to members without submissive slave so they can practice their rope ties.
For our meeting in the office, I wore some sexy lingerie like he enjoys seeing me in. He tied me up to the office chair like in the old days. I will always be his favorite rope bunny. And he will always be my favorite master. For an old guy, he can still tie a decent knot. He took some photos of me for his spank bank in various positions. And tying me up again brought some life into his old dick.
Cock worshiping seems part of a slave’s job. So, when I realized master popped a chubby tying me up, I begged to take care of it. He did not even require Viagra at this time. Tying up his slave gave him a boner. And with my hands tied behind my back, I still managed to get on my knees and worship master’s old hard dick.
Didn’t take long with my mouth on his throbbing cock for him to cum. He spurted a massive load. And he almost blew a hole in the back of my head. At his age getting backed up like that seems to be a regular occurrence.
But at least I could take care of him properly this time. I swallowed his chunky, pungent old spunk. And savored it like fine champagne. With my hands bound behind my back and my ankles tied together, I still managed to drain master’s old balls. I’m not getting younger either. But apparently this submissive slave still possesses some great skills.
As a submissive whore, I do as I’m told. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have some dark fantasies for revenge. Although my master treats me extremely well, I did not fare so well in my younger days. Between my abusive father and my misogynistic ex-husband, I suffered a lot of abuse. Thus, giving me cock and ball torture fantasies.
I do not know where my ex-husband or father lives anymore. They could be dead for all I know. And for all I care. I am a willing slave with my master. But we enjoy an old school sort of master servant relationship. We use safe words. And mostly we explore bondage, spanking, and cock worshiping.
My father and my ex-husband beat me and let men use me. Sometimes daddy would tie me up to the bed for days and deny me food and water, leaving me to piss and shit in my own bed. He abused me and degraded me. But my ex-husband turned out to be no better.
So of course, I’ve developed revenge fantasies over the year for cock and ball torture. In a chat room for submissive women like me, I met a man who wanted somebody to trample on his cock and balls. He pretended to be a female slave just to find somebody for cock and ball torture. I took his bait. He did not live far from me, so we met up last night.
And I will be honest; I struggled to take the more dominant role with him. After all, I appear to be born into this world just for men’s pleasure. But once I started thinking about everything my father and my ex-husband did to me, my rage started to build. This man fears he will become just like my father. He thought some cock and ball torture sex might curb his perverted thoughts and urges.
So, I read up on cock and ball torture. Watched some dominatrixes on how to inflict genital pain on men. And I became aroused. I started to get into it. Wearing stiletto heels, I enjoyed digging the heels into his balls. And I stomped on his cock like I was putting out a cigarette with my shoe. I thought I was the biggest pain slut I knew. He came as I kicked him in the balls.
And I think I deflated one of his testicles. I left his junk looking like I castrated him. Perhaps I did castrate him when I deflated a testicle. Now anytime he looks at his daughter and thinks like my daddy did, he won’t be able to act on those urges because I deflated his balls.
Plus, I took chunks out of the side of his dick with my stiletto heels. It felt therapeutic to me. I’m still a submissive phone sex woman. I always will be a submissive slave. But sometimes we need to explore our revenge fantasies to help keep us in our place.
A few years ago, my master suggested I get into BDSM phone sex. Back then, he knew his retirement from law seemed imminent. And he wanted me to still work. Although he did set me up with a 401(k) and he still provides me with a monthly allowance, and stock in his BDSM club, he knows when he dies that I will still need to support myself.
And I love that he helped me find this job. I get to be submissive on the phone and in my real life too. But I spoke to a guy last night who wanted to know about my history. How I became a lifestyle submissive.
So, I needed to dredge up the ugly past of my youth with my father and my ex-husband. And I told him in painstaking detail some of the horrible crimes my father committed against me. Back then, daddy forced me to be his submissive whore. Sometimes, women get born into slavery.
But when I ran away from home, I told myself no more being anybody’s bitch. Then I met my husband, and he turned out to be worse than my father. But fate led to a chance encounter with my current master, and that changed my outlook on being submissive.
Finally, I understood the true dynamic between a master and a slave. And even though still submissive, I knew master would never send me to the ER or leave me tied up for days on end with no other choice than to piss my bed.
I’ve done it all in my life. Been physically abused, forced fucked, tied up for days, gangbanged, and even pimped out. I never mind bondage or rough sex. And I don’t mind anal sex or bukkake parties either. Of course, some things I enjoy more than others. I do not enjoy bathroom play and pain, but sometimes that comes with being a slave.
Some women like me say they’ve paid their dues. However, I know I could never repay my master for everything he’s done for me. He bought me a nice house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. He provided me with a paralegal education, so I could work with him and become his office slave. And he helped me get this job.
With all my experience in the real world as a submissive sex slave, he knew I would excel at being a phone slave too. And he would be correct. I do well with this. And I love it.
I don’t know if phone sex will last until I retire or not with the changing technology and laws restricting adult sites, but I’m going to ride this out as long as I can. I’m still a real slave for my master. And sometimes his friends too. But at least being a phone whore seems gentler on my body, and I’ll never break a bone.
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.
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.