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When you are a bukkake phone sex slut, you drink a lot of jizz. And sometimes nasty jizz. If my master summons me to his BDSM club on a Wednesday night, I know it is not good. The club’s only closed day is Wednesday. Usually, we restock the booze and cigars, clean floors and things like that. Occasionally, there might be a private event. But he would have informed me about that ahead of time.
When I arrived at the club and saw a bunch of his fellow old, retired lawyer buddies, I knew immediately why he summoned me at 8pm to the BDSM club with no warning. Any time it is just me and several of his old buddies, I know they want a good prostate milking. Old men’s balls get backed up easily. Combination of a wife who no longer does her job, and erectile dysfunction. Their sperm just ferments in their old balls.
And that is never a good thing for me. Why? Even though I am a cum guzzler, and I do love cum, the fermented cum in old men’s balls taste gross. But what else can I do but shove my fingers up their assess and milk out all that cum. I’ve been milking their prostates for years now. And it never gets better. When I walked into the club, the old men gathered to sit in chairs with their asses partly hanging off so I could have easy access to their prostate.
Nothing easy about milking a man’s balls who has not cum in months. Usually, the only time these old guys cum is when I put my finger up their asses. I saw the big jar of lube on the bar, so I grabbed it and sucked it up. Literally, this submissive whore sucked it up, LOL. I would dip my finger in the lube and work it up an ass until I found that magic button. Each man blew chunks of old spunk on my face and tits. And of course, my master expected me to eat all that old cum.
Pungent, chunky cum. All over my face, my tits and the floor. Although I did not savor the taste, I licked it all up, even off the floor. A good slave obeys. If I did not clean up the mess I made of those old men, master would punish me severely. Nothing worse for an old slave than to eat even an older man’s backed up sperm.
I get a lot of callers who want bondage chat. Most are expert ropers, but some just enjoy the naughty tales a rope bunny can supply. I have been a rope bunny more than half of my life. Hell, more than a third of my life. Daddy tied me up first. However, he did not tie me up because he enjoyed being a rope master. He did not even know how to tie BDSM knots.
Daddy tied me up so I would not escape. When I became a teenager, he feared I would talk to someone. A friend, a teacher or maybe even call the police on his perverted daddy ass. And initially, I think I felt too ashamed and scared to say anything. Daddy fucked me daily for years. He pimped me out to his drinking buddies too.
I had no friends thanks to daddy. So, no one to tell. When teachers got worried about how withdrawn I seemed, daddy pulled me from school. Said we were moving out of state. And he tied me to the bed while he went to work. He put a rubber sheet on the bed in case I had to pee. Daddy made me a bondage whore before I even knew what bondage meant.
After a few years though, I learned how to escape his ties. I would fix a sandwich, use the bathroom like a normal girl, and watch TV until I knew he would be home soon to untie me. And once daddy passed out drunk, I took a few dollars out of his wallet here and there until I had enough for a bus ticket.
Daddy came home one day and discovered that not only did I escape the ropes, but I also escaped him. And I never looked back. That’s my rope bunny origin story. Now, I am with men who know all the BDSM rope knots and ties. And they tie me properly so I cannot escape. But with a few exceptions, I do not want to escape. Tie me up. Tie me down. This submissive whore loves being a rope bunny now.
BDSM phone sex whores can experience pain. However, we may not be able to handle it. I am more a bondage slut than a pain slut. But since I am submissive, I must do as I am told. Master’s newest thing is watching me with other men at his private BDSM club.
On the outside, it appears to be a cigar lounge. Master and his fellow investors even sell stogies at the club and drinks too. He managed to get a liquor license. However, you must pay a few grand a year to be a member. Plus, my master vets all men who join to make sure no one will permanently damage his show pony. But sometimes he does not vet them as well as he should.
At the club this weekend, Master offered me up to be both a bondage whore and a gangbang whore. Guys bid on me like a slave. In fact, a bidding war ensued. Everyone there wanted to take me into a private room. So, master let all 6 men in the club use me at once.
But the only rules included: no blood, no punching or kicking and he must be able to watch. I never thought Master would let these men ravage me the way they did, but when I saw his stiff old dick, I knew why. Watching his submissive slave get fucked, with two cocks in a hole at once, put some life back in that old dick. My fuck holes do not see two cocks at once very often. And I never had cocks that big and long in my cunt, ass and mouth at the same time before either.
I knew I could be a three-hole whore, but a six-hole whore pushed my comfort level. Stretched and gaped me wide open. But Master stroked his old dick like a horny teenage boy watching men destroy my fuck holes. I still have cum leaking out of my ass and pussy and this happened two days ago. Plus, I walk a little funny like I just rode a mechanical bull. But if this submissive slut pleased her master, the pain was worth it. At least, I think.