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I would love to tell you I love being a submissive slut, but I think you might call bullshit. No one loves being pissed on, degraded, force fucked and extremely humiliated. I do it because I was born to serve. It is a calling. Some submissive moments I enjoy more than others. Yesterday, was one I didn’t enjoy. My boss got pissed at me because I was late and he wanted me to suck his dick before he started an important conference call. Normally, I am early. There was a car accident that delayed me. He didn’t want to hear my excuses. He came in a coffee container and saved it for me. There was more in that container than cum. He had pissed in it too. He made me drink it down, chug it actually. I was not permitted to drink water or coffee all day, just his piss cum connection. It was nasty and humiliating. I was being punished for something beyond my control. I didn’t like swallowing his cum piss, but as a submissive whore, I have to do things I don’t like. Life is not about me. It is about the men in my life. Like my boss, like my daddy, I will serve you too.
Slave training little girls is what I am doing for Master. He has a special client who is hosting a party for only the wealthiest lawyers in the state. These are men who can afford to pay for anything, even tender age pussy. Master got a sweet deal on a few sex trafficked girls. The only problem was that they were hooked on smack and not looking as pretty as they once did. I told him I could clean them up for him. He told me if I didn’t want to be sold into slavery where old whores like me won’t last long, I better make them look good and train them in cock worshiping and other things dirty old men like. These girls knew the basics. They have been whores for a while. I only had a week to transform them into good sex slaves for Master and his friends. I got them off smack first. A couple days of playing nurse maid to those little whores made me sorry I took on the job. I trained them in cock sucking with cucumbers before I graduated to my big strap-on. I showed them how to take large objects up their assholes too. I know what master’s friends like. They are a kinky bunch. I assured these girls they would be treated better than they had been in the past. At least I had hoped so because I didn’t want to deliver them to their death. Such cute little girls. Master would be pissed if he knew I had bonded with the sluts, but they were submissive whores just like me. I cleaned them up well, even trained them to Master’s likings and fetishes. I think Mater will be very pleased with me when this weekend party happens. If not, I will go on the slave auction block myself.
Prostate milking is part of my job duties. My master loves a good ball draining and according to him, sucking cock and fucking will never drain them completely. He trained me how to milk is prostate just like you might teach a woman to milk a cow. I remember the first time I milked him, I was so nervous. He was bent over my desk. I put my finger in some KY jelly and eased it in his ass. As soon as I found his prostate gland, I massaged it in a circle while stroking his cock. It was a rhythm and coordination that I have mastered over the years. That first time I drained him, I failed because I didn’t measure what I pulled from his cock. Now I know, I always have a measuring cup, so I know how much cum I pull from his prostate. Of course, I drink his cum. I am a cum guzzling whore. Now, when I milk his prostate, I have some tools I can use too. I have a prostate wand that makes my boss quiver. Have you ever had your prostate milked? I have become very skilled at it. So skilled in fact, that I list it as one of my talents on my submissive profiles. I hooked up with a guy last night who wanted a submissive slave just to milk his anal gland. I wasn’t sure what to expect since he was a stranger. He had a nice cock and huge balls. They were the biggest testicles I had ever seen. He had a certain way he wanted me to do the deed. I was on my knees in front of him. My hand was between his legs. I had never milked a prostate that way before. I soon found out why. He wanted to jizz all over my face. It was chunky, smelly jizz too. It was like his balls had not been drained in forever. I acted like it was the best thing I ever tasted because that is what a good ball drainer like me does.If you want prostate phone sex, I am your cum slave.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? Most men do. Some men like to force a woman and eventually have her admit how much she likes it. Not my boss. He likes to force fuck women and make them cry. He never wants them to succumb to pleasure. I found this out the hard way. I thought I had a home intruder with rape fantasies. What I had was an angry boss who wanted to scare the shit out of me. He wanted me to fear him more than I already did. I was dead asleep in my bed when a loud noise woke me up. It sounded like broken glass. It had to be because that would be the only way to get into my house. Before I could call the cops and grab the gun from the night stand, a man in black was on me with a knife to my throat. I know I am a submissive whore, but not to an intruder. I was not going to roll over and play dead for a masked man. I fought back, but he strangled my throat. As I was fighting him off me, I ripped his mask. I gasped as I saw my boss behind the mask. Now I didn’t know if I should fight or roll over and take it like a bitch. Would he kill me? I took a chance that he just wanted to show he owned me even when I was not at work. He had such anger in his eyes. Pure hatred. Not at all like my old master. My boss isn’t a master like my old boss was to me. The man assaulting me in my bed wanted more than submissive sex games. He wanted to hurt me. He wanted to scare me. After he was done with me, he left me tied up on the floor. I only got loose when my daughter came home the next day. My new boss owns me where ever I may go.
I am a bondage whore. No matter who I am with, he always wants to tie me up. That doesn’t matter so much at home, but at the office it makes it difficult to do my job. My boss was in a foul mood Friday. I still don’t know what he was pissed about, but I felt his wrath. Before I could tackle my work, he came into my office and slapped me. He was pissed his coffee was lukewarm. It would have been the right temperature if he had been on time, but I knew better than to tell him that. He is such a prick. For the minor mishap of lukewarm coffee, he ripped my blouse off and bound my chest. Not only did he tie up my tits, but he also tied me to the chair. My arms were bound to the arms of the chair. It was difficult to move, let alone type, but he gave me a pile of work and a deadline. If I thought this was bad, it would be nothing compared to what would have happened if I missed the deadline. Sometimes, I think he sets me up to fail just so he can justify being rougher on me. I failed to get the work done by 3 pm. I had to type with a pen in my mouth. When I can’t use my hands, it makes it hard to type 60 words per minute. When I failed to get the work done on time, he shoved his cock down my throat. I am good at cock worshiping but this was skull fucking. Intense, rough oral that left me struggling to breathe. That was followed by fisting my ass without any lubrication. By the time he was done, my jaw was sore, my ass was bleeding and my tits had rope burns. Just another day at the office.
Submissive sex is my forte. I have tried to be equal with some men. I have even tried to be dominant a few times. It only works for me when I am submissive. It is what I am best at doing. I have not been to the office since the holidays. Yesterday was my first official day back. My boss is a dominant man who hired me more for my submissive ways than my typing skills. I am his stress release. He bent me over my office desk after I made him coffee. I thought I was going to be spanked for using real sugar instead of Stevia. He is on that Keto diet. I guess he never realized my mistake. I didn’t dare tell him because he was sodomizing my ass for the tone of voice I used when I served him his coffee. He may have broken my arm if he knew he was consuming real sugar. He never uses lube. He dry fucks my ass so hard, it bleeds. He was pulling my hair extremely hard at the same time. Fuck, I wanted to scream, but that would piss him off further because there are other offices in the building. Once he nutted in me, he slapped my ass a few times and told me to get back to work. It hurt to sit down, so I could type, but I am a good submissive whore. I took an ass fucking then typed up his legal briefs nervous for what would happen if I didn’t type them perfectly.
When you are a bondage whore, you go through great measures to get tied up. Many of those measures put you at risk. Pain whores have it easier. It is not difficult to inflict pain on yourself. It is more difficult to tie your own self up, however. I was desperate for some bondage games. My boss isn’t in to bondage. He just likes to whip me and torture me. My son will tie me up, but he will leave me for days. So, there aren’t people in my life who will tie me up. I need to go on fet life or Tinder or visit a bondage club. Most of the clubs were closed for the holidays, so I met a guy on Fet Life. Normally, I am more careful with strangers, but my need to be bound and gagged out weighed my sensibilities. I invited Nathan to my home. Things didn’t go well from the get-go. I had a form of buyer’s remorse. I tried to change my mind when I saw him. He was repulsive looking, and he smelled. He charged the door and tied me up. I was scared because I didn’t know what he was capable of and he was in my home. He stood over me calling me names like fat pig and whore. He kicked me several times. He even pissed on me. He circled me for hours hurling insults and kicking me. His cock was in his hand the entire time. He was mumbling something about a submissive whore not being able to reject him. He clearly was unbalanced. I didn’t know if he would kill me or fuck me. He did neither. He pissed on me, kicked me until I was black and blue and insulted me for hours then just left. My daughter came home and found me. She just shook her head and told me I was going to get myself killed.
I had a submissive sex Christmas, and nothing is different for the New Year. My boss made me work Christmas for him. He had a party with a Santa Claus and everything. I can’t tell him no. He dressed me in a slutty Mrs. Claus outfit and let all his friends and colleagues do what they wanted to me. From sucking cock, to getting fucked in the ass, I did it. It was more than just fucking too. His pals wanted to humiliate me. I drank piss directly from cocks and from wine glasses. I licked assholes like I was human tissue paper. I prefer cock worshiping over anything bathroom related, but I never have a choice. The hired Santa got super drunk and wanted to get nasty with Mrs. Claus. He fucked my ass and pissed inside me as well as shot his wad. When he was done, he made me shit it out in a wine glass and drink it down. He did say, “Cheers,” before I had to chug a mixture of piss, cum and shit out of glass. One of the most humiliating holidays ever for me. As I type this, I am in fear of what is in store for me tomorrow. I was ordered to be at my place of work tomorrow for a New Year’s football party. Sometimes, I hate my life.