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MILF phone sex sluts make the best submissives. That is what all my masters have told me in the past. Young girls think the world is theirs for the taking. They think they are princesses. Now, the submissive ones usually are just playing a role because they are looking to snag a Christian Gray or they want money and gifts in exchange for being whipped or bound. I know I am not worthy of being pampered or spoiled. I am here to serve men. That means rough fucking, hardcore anal, BDSM games, bukkake parties, gang bangs and even water sports. Coeds complain more. They have rules and limits. They do not understand what being a lifestyle submissive whore means or entails. I live to please my masters. I may not be enthusiastic about what he is doing to me, but I don’t complain. I don’t interject. I don’t negotiate something different, something less degrading. I just take it and do my best not to cry. Old bitches like me may have more miles on us, but we have less fight in us. That is because we know our place. On our knees in front of our masers asking how we can serve you today, sir.
I am a bondage whore. I enjoy being tied up. My old master loved bondage games. My current master, however, is more hardcore. Bondage is not what he enjoys most unless it leads to hardcore fucking which it did last night. He tied me up on my bed. I thought he would just leave me vulnerable and no way to get lose. He did tie me up and leave me, but he came back with reinforcements. He came back an hour later with about 10 men. Men I had never seen before. At first, they just circled around me like vultures waiting for me to die. I was scared and that is what my master wanted. He gets off on my fear. His friends liked smelling my fear too. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. I had no idea who they were either. I know most of master’s friends and colleagues, but these guys looked like men he picked up off the street. They were a rag tag bunch that master paid to fuck me. I was tied up, vulnerable and free game to their sexual depravities. The men pissed on me. They gang banged all my fuck holes. Fisted me. Fucked me some more. Laughed at the dirty bitch tied up. I asked Master why I was being punished. He just looked at me and said, “You aren’t being punished whore. I am being rewarded.” I was being used as submissive whore for his amusement and pleasure.
Bondage and submission are what I am good at doing. Tie me up and make me obey you. I admit that I can be unruly at times. I was not feeling well this weekend. I caught a bug or something, and master wanted to play. I told him I was sick; and I politely said I was sorry then goodbye. I crawled back into bed I should have known that it wouldn’t be that simple. Nothing ever is for a slave. I was fast asleep in some sort of sickness coma when I was yanked from my bed. Master was in my house and he was not happy. He tossed me on the floor and kicked me a few times before he pissed on my face to wake me up. I was alert then. He pulled me up by my hair and shoved me down on his cock. He said his needs come before anything else. Period. No excuses ever. He said he didn’t care if I had Ebola, if he wanted his cock sucked, I was sucking his cock. I ended up puking on his dick. I tried to tell him that I warned him I was sick, but he wanted no excuses, just results. He just wanted his cock sucked. And now, he wanted the mess cleaned up too. As if I was not sick enough already. I licked the puke up and struggled not to vomit again. I sucked his cock with a high temperature feeling like death warmed over. But according to my master, that is what a submissive whore does.