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He knew I was a submissive slut with one look. Guys just know. They do. I make eye contact, them my eyes drop because I am afraid. Afraid he will own me, afraid he won’t own me. I know that is contradictory, but what I want often gets me in trouble and I am rational enough to know that, but powerless to stop it. I wasn’t at a fetish club. It was 80s night at a local club. I went with some girlfriends. It was not supposed to be a submissive night. I was just having fun with my friends. But when you are a submissive whore, you can’t put your lifestyle on hold. He signaled me too him and I couldn’t resist. He had beautiful mistake written all over his face. I knew he was trouble, but I like bad boys. We danced for about 20 minutes, before he took me into the men’s room. There is only one reason a woman goes into a public men’s restroom. I went willingly. I might as well have been wearing a t-shirt that said, “Down to Fuck.” No woman gets treated well in a men’s room either. I was on all fours in a dirty bathroom. There was piss and water and bits of toilet paper sticking to my knees as I got sodomized in a stall. He tried to flush my face in the toilet, but I resisted. I didn’t want to go back to my friends looking like my head had been flushed in the toilet. I was trying to save face, but a subby bitch has no face to save. He made it clear that what I wanted didn’t matter. I knew it all along. I submitted to the humiliation he wanted to inflict on me. I went back to my friends smelling like a toilet with cum running out of my ass down my legs. They just gave me the face palm and acted like they didn’t know me. That is why I rarely go out with friends. They are ashamed of me.
If you are looking to have bondage chat, I am your whore. I have been tied up all my life. When I was a teen girl, my daddy would tie me up. He did it to keep me at home. He was such a dominant daddy; I think he feared I would runaway if he didn’t tie me up when he left the house. Daddy whipped me, spanked me, and fucked me. He never let me date. And I had no friends. I hated my mean daddy when I was young, but I grew up to love men just like him. Maybe I have daddy issues or maybe I am just a bondage whore. I love being vulnerable. I often find myself begging folks to tie me up and leave me. I had a bondage date with this fuck buddy of mine the other night. He is a master knot maker. Seriously, this guy could tie me up better than a boy scout. I begged him to restrain me so there was no way I could escape. Most guys think they can secure me, but I have been untying myself for decades. He tied me up and left me on my bed. I tried for hours to get lose, but it was no good. He had me bound tight. He pissed on me, even jacked off on me several times before he left my house. I added to the smell my pissing on my bed a few times. I was at the mercy of my son or daughter to come home and untie me. I was praying it would be my daughter who came home first because she is not as mean as my son, but just my luck, my son came home first. He pissed on me too, even took pictures and put it on his Instagram. He bragged about the submissive whore he caught. I love being at the mercy of men.
I love being a submissive whore. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have dated men who weren’t into the BDSM lifestyle, and it never worked out. I crave a strong dominant man like you. I met a new guy at a fetish club I frequent last week. We have not gone out on dates, but I did visit his dungeon s. He wanted me to see it the next day after we met because he knew he had all the equipment I could want. I knew he wanted to break a bitch, so I acted like I was not as submissive as I really am. When I saw his BDSM equipment, I played like I was only a bondage whore and his equipment was too much for me. I knew that would piss him off and it did. He smacked my face and called me a cock tease. His hands were around my throat tightly and he started to choke me. He wanted me to tell him that I was his willing slave and to hurt me any way he wanted. My plan backfired because he was far more abusive and aggressive than I thought. He tossed me against the wall. I bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed. It was like he was a shark attracted to the scent of fresh blood. He came in towards me as I was on the ground trying to get my bearings. He licked the blood from my lips and shoved a long pony tail dildo up my ass. He had a leather collar that said “cunt” that he made me wear. He kept me as his submissive sex slave for days. I didn’t realize I needed broke in again, but I guess I did. According to him, a bitch like me is not submissive if she thinks she can play games and cock tease. Perhaps he was right. Maybe I need more breaking in.
Milf phone sex with me is not the typical milf experience. I am a submissive milf. Your mommy rape fantasies are what you can explore with me. I was raised submissive. I have tried to raise my son to be the man of the house, which in my world means he owns me and my daughter. He has never wanted to be a master. The older he gets, however, the meaner he has become. He is a sadist. Not the kind of man who would understand or follow the principles of a master and servant relationship. My son hates me and idolizes his sister. He thinks I am the reason he is not successful. He is ungrateful for the nice house we have and his college education fund which he refuses to use. Earlier in the week, he spent the night in jail for driving on a suspended license. I bailed him out, but not until the next morning. I was tied up, literally tied up being a bondage whore for a man I met at a club. My cell phone was turned off. When I got the message, I bailed him out. He bitched and yelled at me on the car ride home for living him in jail overnight. He knows he is to use Uber when he wants to go somewhere. When we got home, he beat the shit out of me. This was as angry as he has ever been at me. I think something happened to him in jail that he wouldn’t admit to me. He ripped all my clothes off, tied me up and sodomized me like he was living out some revenge prison rape fantasy. My ass was bloody and prolapsed by the time he was done. I lied there motionless on the kitchen floor as he pissed on my body as a final insult. You get the submissive whore mommy experience with me.
I want to be your bondage whore. Nothing gets me wetter than being tied up, helpless and at your mercy. I met Tony at a bondage club. We hooked up afterwards. He knew how to tie a strong knot. He bound my legs together and restrained my arms securely behind my back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even wiggle my hands out of the ropes. Sometimes guys don’t secure me properly and I can undue the ropes. I am double jointed in the left arm, which helps me get out of predicaments like this one. Tony knew my secret, so he secured me in away that my ability wouldn’t help me. I felt totally restrained. I just met him, so I had no clue what he could do. It was risky bringing a stranger back to my place. I have done it before and it has rarely gone well. One guy left me tied up for three days. Left me alone. No food. No water. No ability to get to the bathroom. My son and daughter found me when they came home from a three day weekend with their father. I told them a burglar got into the house, but I never believed that they bought my story. The same thing could have happened with Tony. It didn’t happen. Tony took his time with this submissive whore. He circled me like a hungry vulture deciding what he could do to me now that I couldn’t fight back. He spit in my face. He smacked my big tits. He sodomized my ass with a beer bottle. He pissed on me. He even took a huge dump between my tits, then pushed them together to smear the shit around. I was not expecting that. He came on my shit covered tits. I thought he was going to leave me there smelling and bound, but he untied me, so I could take a shower. It was a degrading evening. What would you do to me if you had a captive audience?
As a subby milf phone sex slut, a lot of younger men call me. Some have mommy issues, others just hate women. They are more misogynistic than dominant. Personally, I have always like men my age or older because they understand and respect the master servant relationship. Younger men just want to hurt me. It has less to do with me and more to do with their anger towards mommy or some other mature woman who wronged them. I wish younger guys understood the principles of a master and servant relationship. Not many old school masters around anymore. It seems to be a dying art form. My son is one such young man I can’t teach the old school ways. No safe words with him. No BDSM games or even bondage fun. He is only about humiliation and hardcore abuse. He came home pissed off at the world and took it out on me. He is just like his father. All hate and anger, no respect. You might wonder how a guy can respect an old submissive whore like myself, but a man of a certain age understands what I mean. My son has so much anger and aggression. He got a parking ticket and he acted like it was the worst thing to ever happen to him. When I tried to explain that it was not the end of the world, he punched me. Just slugged me in the gut so hard I puked and fell over. His response? Laughter and insults. He kicked me as I stood back up to get me back down on the floor, so he could use my face as a mop to clean up my mess. He used me as a punching bag and human toilet until he grew tired. Perhaps it is all I deserve.