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Submissive Slut On and Off the Phone

submissive slutThis submissive slut is on a staycation. My master and boss gave me the rest of the month off with pay. I miss being used at work. I am a pain slut and a humiliation junkie; but not working at the office means I have more time to play on the phone. One of my favorite regulars called me last night and had me inflict some self-abuse that still stings. I am a good obedient whore. On the phone or in person, I do as I am told. My caller sometimes like to talk and swap stories and sometimes he wants me to hurt myself. Last night, he was in a hurt me mood. I needed to have a few items for him. I gathered up my butt plug, a dildo and a hairbrush. I stripped naked and put the plug up my ass. I was sitting on the floor, so I felt the plug in my ass. Our session began with whacks to my nipples. Ten whacks on each nipple. Then I repeated the whacks. My nipples were red and puffy. Sore but my cunt was wet. I took the hairbrush bristles and dug them into my tits too. I felt that, but my pussy was still wet. The hairbrush on the soles of my feet is what I really felt, however. A mixture of whacks to my arch and heel, followed by the bristles against the soles of my feet made my feet sensitive. So, when I slipped on a pair of heels, my feet were sore. I walked around wobbly. My sore nipples were erect. What made me the wettest, also created the most pain. He had me spank my pussy with the back of the brush. Another ten whacks then another ten more. That was followed with pushing the bristles into my clit and lips. If my caller was there, he would have smelled my arousal. I was a good submissive whore for him and I liked it.

MILF Phone Sex Slut Gets a Beating

milf phone sexMilf phone sex sluts are subs too. You might be surprised to hear that many young boys want to dominate mommy. Master arranged such a situation for his teen nephew. I got to be the sexual surrogate for his own mother. I thought it sounded fun. In my mind, I thought it couldn’t be too bad, right? The boy is in high school. Younger boys normally aren’t as vicious as their daddies. I think I just met the next Ted Bundy. This boy was young, but already a sociopath. I don’t think my master had any clue the boy was this evil. Before he could fuck me, he had to punch me in the face a few times. He said I look better black and blue. The sight of my blood turned him on. Not old enough to drink legally but beating up a mature woman and making her bleed gets his dick hard. He choked me too. His idea of foreplay was making me bleed and cry. Once he made me cry, he was ready to fuck me. Little prick didn’t last long. I was relieved. For him, the sexual pleasure came from beating me and making me cry. I returned to my Master, bloodied, sore and full of cum. Master was appalled. He wants his submissive whore to look pretty and presentable. He was doing a favor for his brother. He was not happy that a his nephew made his prized subby look like a punching bag. Now, I can’t work the front desk until my face heals. But master can still fuck me. I may not be presentable for clients, but master fucked me many times over my desk. He didn’t want to look at my face, but he had no problem getting hard to fuck me from behind. Maybe he liked me being beaten after all.

Bondage Phone Sex Photo Shoot

bondage phone sexI love being a bondage phone sex whore. It is hard to tie myself up, but I can bind my tits at least and my ankles. I got into bondage decades ago. Most of the official masters I have had in my life have enjoyed tying me up. I frequent bondage clubs and I recently started doing some fetish bondage photo shoots. Nothing professional. Pretty much just horny men who want to pay me to tie me up and take photos for their spank bank. I answer ads on this knock off site of the Back Pages. Lewis had a foot fetish. He wanted to pay me to bind my feet and cum on them. Of course, he wanted to take photos too. I knew master wouldn’t find out. A girl must make a living, right? Master pays me, but I have two teens and everything they want, and need, is expensive. So, I started moonlighting. Most of the men have been pretty tame. I figured a foot fetish guy would be the tamest of them all. I was wrong. It went vanilla like I thought initially. My feet and hands were bound. He jacked off on my feet a few times, taking pictures. He excused himself to the other room, leaving me tied up and covered in his sticky goo. When he came back, he was not alone. I never heard anyone else in his place. They had been as quiet as church mice. Five teenage boys, presumably his sons, entered the room where I was with their cocks in their hands. They started stroking their cocks over my bound body. It was like something out of a bukkake phone sex scene. Horny teen boys nutting all over my body. If they had just cum on my feet that would have been fine, but they gang banged me too. I did not agree to that, but I was tied up. Not much I could do to stop them. Lewis wanted pictures of teenage boys fucking me. I don’t think he ever cared about my feet.

Bondage and Submission

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Bondage and submission is my life. I am either tied up or submitting to some man. I am still trying to heal my bruised psyche from being forced to entertain a barn yard last week. Master has been in a foul mood lately. He lost a big case. A case he worked years on too. Lots of billable hours wasted. It was a class action suit against a pharmaceutical company. The plaintiffs ended up settling for a fraction of what they could have received if the case had gone to court, but they got desperate for money. I said, I understood and that pissed master off. I know what it is like to be desperate for money. You will make unwise decisions to keep food on the table and a roof over your head. All Master saw was a loss of significant income to his already lined pockets. I was punished for my comment. Not the traditional spanking punishment either. He stripped me naked, tied me up and tossed me in a supply closet. I hate the dark and I am claustrophobic. It felt like I was in their for hours but it was only about 20 minutes when he opened the door. He was not alone. He had a few janitors with him. He told them it was their lucky day because they could do anything they wanted to me. Master told them that his submissive slut needed punished. They gang banged me on the floor. My hands and feet were bound while fat balding toilet cleaners fucked me. Master was giving me a message that I was even below the janitors. They pissed on me too because master let them know that I was the one toilet they didn’t have to clean. Just when I thought I couldn’t be humiliated any more. I was wrong.

Submissive Slut on the Farm

submissive slutThis submissive slut did something this weekend that would get her arrested. In my defense, it was not my idea. My master lent me to a colleague of his for the weekend. Master owed him a favor, and this was the weekend for payback. This guy lives on a farm. Yes, you get where this is going. I don’t enjoy barnyard fun. In fact, I have never been exposed to it. Always lived in the city with masters who were more into BDSM than humiliating me with furry ones. As soon as I realized what was in store for me, I tried to bolt. I knew my master would not be cool with this. He wants me to be his submissive whore, however, since he is an attorney, I need to follow the letter of the law too. I can’t tarnish his reputation by being a naughty girl. My master for the weekend took my phone and isolated me out in the sticks. He threatened my life if I didn’t take care of Mr. Ed for him. I was super scared. He had a huge cock. I told him I could die. He laughed and told me I was not fucking his prized beast, just draining his balls. That didn’t really make what I had to do any less humiliating. He didn’t have a gun to my head, but I knew he could beat me to death and make it look like an accident. There have been many rumors about the disappearance of his last mistress. She was an illegal immigrant. He said she went back to her family in Mexico but there is no way to verify that. I closed my eyes and dreamt I was sucking George Clooney’s cock instead. He was so thick and slimy. His balls were as big as melons. I couldn’t get it all down my throat. I don’t think any woman could. When his prized baby came, it was like a volcano blew up in my mouth. There was so much cum that I was crying cum tears. It was the worst weekend of my life. I can’t tell anyone but you or Master will disown me.

 

Submissive Slut for School Boys

submissive slutI was born to be a submissive slut. It seems like wherever I go, I meet dominant men. I was not trying to get into trouble Friday night. I went to my son’s high school basketball game. He didn’t want me there. He never wants me at his school functions because I embarrass him. Some of his schoolmates have seen my phone sex site and tease him. They recognized me from prior school events. Even if they are not old enough to call me, they know what a subby bitch I am. I just wanted to see  my boy play. I dressed down and even tried to just blend in with the other parents. I never made my presence known to my son. As I was leaving, two high school boys approached me. They followed me to the car asking lewd questions. I walked fast because I didn’t want to embarrass my son any further. The two boys prevented me from getting into my car. They grabbed my tits and my ass. They called me names and asked me if I let my son cum all over me like a nasty whore. I begged for them to let me go home, but they wanted to have their way with the nasty milf. They ripped my clothes off and fucked me on the cold pavement of the school parking lot. After they nutted in me, they told me to go home and take a shower. They threatened me if I told anyone, even my son. At the time, I felt ashamed and broken, but when I was in the hot shower, I got aroused. I started masturbating realizing that I love being a nasty submissive sex milf. Maybe, I need to hang out at the high school more often. Lots of young virile studs with mommy issues who can put me in my place.

Bondage Whore Bernice

bondage whoreWhen you are a bondage whore, life can be unpredictable. I go to fetish clubs often. Master doesn’t mind because fetish clubs are rarely about fucking and I maintain my submissive nature. I just went home with the wrong man. Story of my life.  It has happened before and will happen again.  Harry was a dominant master. He is looking for a new sub. His last one moved for work. I have seen him at this bondage club often. He was always with a pretty blonde. When I saw him alone last night, I put myself in his eyesight. I wanted him to tie me up. I knew he was a rope expert. We got a room. He was not a big talker, but he did bind me like a parcel package. I felt like a contortionist. He had me in some unnatural positions. When the club closed, he suggested we go to his place. He knew I was owned, and we could not fuck. He didn’t want to fuck me. I was too old for his tastes. He likes a young submissive whore, but he had no problem perfecting his already excellent bondage skills with me. He tied me up so securely, I couldn’t move without fear of breaking a bone. He excused himself to use the bathroom and never came back until the next morning. He left me tied up tightly on a guest bed while he slept. I pissed the bed. I was dying of thirst and I was cold. When he came back the next morning, he had to cut the ropes because even he could not undo the knots. I had rope burns on my wrists and my ankles. I could barely walk when I left. He gave me his card and suggested we do it again. I took his card, but in my head, I was saying hell no as I ran out his door.

Submissive Phone Sex Whore Gets Punished

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A submissive phone sex whore can get into trouble easily. Master has been pissed with me for a couple weeks now. He is older and not capable of punishing me as hard as he thinks I deserve. I thought I had gotten off easy with some spankings, but when I came back to work, he was still pissed. A man came in for an appointment. I did a legal intake assuming he was there for legal representation, but he was there for me. Master had hired a surrogate punisher and he looked mean. I almost pissed myself. Master came out and greeted the man who was about to torture me. They are both part of an underground BDSM club. My surrogate punisher came prepared with anal torture devices. I was in trouble. Master didn’t see me slip a pill in my mouth. Two pills. My migraine prevention medicine is also used as a sleeping pill. I took double the dosage to help me not feel the pain as much. I bent over master’s desk naked. First, I got paddled. A fraternity wood paddle packs a punch. That was followed by an anal hook. I tried not to cry, but even drugged, I was in pain. I had to stay bound to the desk, naked with a hook in my ass which was tied to the ceiling fan so that any movement on my part would tear my ass. Seven hours in a painful bondage and submission position taught me the lesson that master’s bare hand did not. Always follow master’s rules.

I Deserved Bare Bottom Spankings

bare bottom spankingsIf master tells me I need bare bottom spankings, I cannot argue. He is older than me by 22 years. That means it hurts his hands to spank me. He will only risk pain to himself when he is really pissed at me. He found out I have been flirting and fucking a few guys when out of his eyesight. He owns me and he made it clear that means when I am with him and when I am not. I now must get permission to pee. He read me the riot act, then tossed me over his lap and spanked my bare bottom with superhuman strength. I cried because it hurt. It rarely hurts when he spanks me, but it was like he took a couple decades of anger out on my ass at once. When my ass was not raw enough from his hand or his hand just hurt too much to continue, he took off his leather belt and gave me 50 whacks. I felt like a slave caught stealing on the plantation in the 1800s not a submissive whore who just had some cock without permission in the modern world. He was angry and he let me know it. The rest of the day, I could not sit down. My ass was swollen, sore, bruised and bloody. It looked like raw hamburger not my bottom.  Lesson learned. Well, maybe.

Slave Training with Shoes

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Sometimes a life-long slave, still needs some slave training. I have been getting cocky lately. On a couple week sabbatical from work because I fractured my ankle. If there is ever a good time to break a bone, it is right after the holidays because for me that means 4 weeks away from my master. A friend of mine took me to the mall yesterday because I need more sensible shoes as my ankle heals. Master only allows me to wear classic pumps. I am not going to be strong enough to balance in 5-inch heels when I do go back to work. Master knows what happened and he permitted me a shopping trip at one store. It is in the mall and they custom make shoes as well as sell them. My friend drove me to get fitted for some sexy yet sensible shoes that would please master and save my ankle from further damage. It became clear quickly that master and the shoe salesmen were working together to punish me. The shoe clerk took me to a back room to try on shoes. Turns out I was not there for shoes. Well, not shoes for me feet. The clerk made me fuck my cunt with heels. Lots of different styles and sizes of shoes went up my cunt. “Master’s orders,” he would tell me when I gave him the, “Are you shitting me look.” According to the clerk, if I could not wear sexy shoes, I could at least fuck them. Ouch. Some of the heels were taller than I would ever be permitted to wear at the office. I sat there with my pussy spread trying to fuck myself in front of Master’s new right hand man. I didn’t leave with sensible shoes. I left with a sore pussy and ass. A little reminder from Master about who owns my fuck holes.