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I am a submissive whore. Most days I love to serve men. Sometimes, however, I meet a man who makes me wish I was anything but a submissive bitch. Master rented me out for the weekend. He owed this guy a favor and his slave got Covid, and he was having a party. I was told I would be greeting party guests and serving cocktails. I did that, but I was also a fuck doll and a human toilet. The men at the party were all in a Masters club. The party host’s slave was supposed to be servicing this party, not me. My guess was that she would have taken Covid over this party. I would have preferred Covid to being a pissing whore. I was not ready for this kind of party. It had been a while since I had to service this many guys at once. I would not have had to be here if she had not gotten Covid. Lucky bitch. I was in a dog collar that said “whore” and black thigh highs. Naked in high heels. As I walked by serving drinks, men were free to do anything they wanted to me. Guys grabbed my tits. They flicked their cigar ashes on my flesh. They fucked me at will. And they pissed on me whenever they wanted. I was minding my P’s and Q’s because these men would beat me with belts if I took one step out of place. My master is not so violent with me, but when he shares me, he has no say in what my rent a masters do to me. One guy pissed in his bourbon glass and made me drink it. At some point, I was told to get on all fours and put down the tray. I did what any submissive slut does. I obeyed. While down on all fours they sodomized me and pissed on me while calling me names. Apparently, I was so good they want me back next week. Dammit. Maybe I can get Covid.
I am good at cock worshiping. I may not always enjoy sucking cock, but I am a good whore. When I went to work on Friday, master was waiting for me with a special task. He had a bunch of his old cronies waiting to blow bang me. He rarely shares me, but when he does, it is never pleasant. He can be a mean old man sometimes. None of these men were under 60. Gray pubes. Old dicks. Not my ideal blow bang, but what I want never matters, right? Master tied me to my office chair My ankles were bound. My wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair. Master’s old lawyer buddies lined up to skull fuck me. Some of these legal eagles are retired. No one took a Viagra, so my jaw got sore quickly. Master told me that since I am a submissive whore, I should make a dead man cum. It felt like I was raising the dead sucking those old limp dicks. I knew if I could not get them off, it would be my fault. I channeled my best porn star moves. I felt humiliated licking on gray haired shriveled dicks. I felt like a miracle worker. I was pumping life back into those broke down dicks. I had to swallow all the old spunk too. These old dudes would hold my head down on their broke down dicks until I could not breathe. I did the best I could. I swallowed a ton of old jizz like a good cum whore. I made each old dude cum a few times. One guy I had to massage his prostate to get him hard because his dick would not get hard for anything. As a good slave, I do whatever I must do to please men.
I love being a bondage whore. Tie me up. Restrain me with anything was how my Fet Life ad began. I was getting tons of responses, but only one guy was in my own city. I was afraid it might be master. He does not mind me doing phone sex, but if I meet in real time with anyone, I need prior approval. It is not ever granted anymore because I was a bad whore during the pandemic. The time apart from my master during the pandemic was worse for me than it was for him. I hooked up with as many dominant men as I could, until I was busted and punished. I am back in the office being an office submissive slut again, but at night and on the weekends, I crave bondage. This past weekend was a three-day weekend, so I knew I had to arrange something for myself. I am an addict when it comes to bondage. David arrived on Friday night. He left Monday morning. I would like to say we got along well, but he tied me up Friday night and left me that way until he left Monday morning. He brought his own rope and was good with knots. A little too good. I was in pain. The ropes were cutting off my circulation. They were cutting through my flesh too. I was hoping he would fuck me. I wanted to be bound and fucked. He had no desire to fuck a used-up whore like me. He just needed a place to squat for a few days to hide from a guy he owed money too. He tied me up and left me in my room. No food. No bathroom breaks. My bed was my potty and my mouth was his potty. He pissed on me, ate my food, slept on my couch and humiliated me for 72 hours. It was not the bondage and submission I was wanting.