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I love being a submissive whore. I am good at it too. I was raised a submissive, but when I was a little girl my father was my master and he was violent with me.; so, were his friends. My current master and boss is not violent. He doesn’t beat me up. He would never leave more than a pink hand print on my ass or maybe some rope marks on my wrists. Master likes to humiliate me and play old school BDSM games. Callers expect me to have experiences being beat up daily and pimped out on a regular basis, but that was my youth. My adulthood is much tamer. I guess I have been spoiled as a submissive slut. That is all about to change. My master told me that he will likely release me next year when he retires. I don’t have to find a new master, but I don’t know any other life. My master has taken very good care of me physically and financially. My side gig as a phone submissive has opened my eyes to what a modern day master servant lifestyle is like. Honestly, it scares me. I want to say no to some of my callers, but I can’t. It is the same when I explore the local underground BDSM clubs. I try to say no to a man who seems too sadistic, but no is not in my vocabulary. Having been in a real master servant lifestyle for decades, being a phone whore won’t be enough for me. So, keep being as humiliating and mean as you can to me on the phone. I need all the slave training I can get. I know my callers can give me a good dose of reality of what it is like for a submissive nowadays.
I am such a bondage whore, even at work. My master is also my boss. I was hired a little over 20 years ago to be his office plaything. Think Maggie Gyllenhaal in the movie “Secretary.” She gets spanked and tied up at work. Gives the boss head under his desk. She brings the mail to him in her mouth crawling on the floor. Your kind of secretary, right? Master has been on a bondage kick lately. That is fine by me because I love being tied up at work, literally tied up at work. Yesterday, I went into the office for a few hours to type up some client notes. Master was not there at first. He came in pissed at the world. He lost a big case. Master hates to lose because losing costs money. I like it when he is pissed because he takes it out on his office slut. He used a pair of my old stockings he keeps on the desk. He tied me to my office chair and even gagged my mouth. When I saw him unzip his pants, I got excited. Master rarely can cum these days due to his age and all the medicine he takes for his blood pressure. My excitement was short lived when he pissed on me. That is rare for master. He is not a big watersports man, luckily for me. Yesterday, he was. He was pissed off and pissing. Pissing all over me. He left me marinating in his urine for a few hours. It was a humiliating day to be an office bitch.
I had some light bondage fun last night. I had a Tinder date with a dominant guy into public fucking and bondage. He was more old school in his BDSM kinks, like my master. It was refreshing. Most men I meet just want to abuse me; hurt me and leave me in peril. Not that I don’t like that. I know I don’t deserve the princess treatment; but, I am an old school submissive. I don’t enjoy being damaged. Master allows me to have some dates during the week if the man is dominant. Just like he permits me to have submissive phone sex only. It is cold as fuck outside. In fact, my date joked that it was so cold outside, I could key a car with my nipples. We went to this fancy hotel for dinner and cocktails, but we never went inside. He liked the idea of me exposing myself to the rich and famous who dine and stay there. I knew it was too good to be true. No one takes me to eat at the best place in town. He tied my legs apart, so I was attached to the car door handle. My hands were bound to the steering wheel. It was cold as fuck. As people came in and out of the high-class place, they got a glimpse of my whore cunt and fake tits. It was humiliating. People were whispering about me, even pointing. Some women came up to me and called me a whore to my face. A few even spit on me. Some guys fucked my cunt and a couple just jacked off on my face. I damn near caught pneumonia being exposed like that in arctic temperatures. Despite the cold, my cunt was wet. I like being exposed as a stupid, worthless, submissive whore.
So, my first caller of the day wanted prostate phone sex. He wanted a good ball draining to start the year on a bang. My master is close to 70. I know how to drain balls. In fact, on Friday he made me milk him dry. He doesn’t cum as much or as fully as he once did. Sadly, that happens to men as they age. I am a good submissive, so if a man tells me to drain his balls, I drain his balls. I like to think my pussy and ass can do the honors, but I am an old used up whore. I have some weight on me and my pussy needs high mileage oil, so I know I am not tight like a teen gymnast. My old fuck holes can’t drain a man like they use too. My master sat on the edge of his desk chair with his legs up against his chest. I lubed up my finger, so it would slip right in his puckered old asshole. His ass opened up like a flower in bloom to receive my lubed finger. I found his hot button quickly. I always know when I find it because his cock rises to attention without being touched. After awhile of massaging that special spot, he was squirting what seemed like an endless supply of cum to my face. Apparently, I give a great prostate milking because my master made me milk four of his colleagues too. By the time I was done, I was covered in jizz. My master humiliated me when he told his pals that a prostate massage guaranteed them a good cum, but my pussy was too loose to please even a big black cock. So, when my caller requested a prostate massage, I knew just what to do.
As a submissive whore, I will be slaving away today and tomorrow pleasing men. No shopping allowed for me on the day after Christmas. Master wants me making money, not spending money. While wives and girlfriends shop for post-holiday sales and return ugly sweaters, I will be waiting to be abused and used. Master gave me the day off from his office to be a phone slave. He is hoping men will humiliate me and use my whore body for their perverse pleasures. He is getting old and he made me take this phone sex job because he gets off hearing how cruel and aggressive you get with me. He is an old man now. He cannot abuse me like he used to. Plus, his dick doesn’t get as hard as it once did. One of the many pitfalls of growing old. He told me, however, that the violent and degrading way you treat me is like Viagra for him. He gets wood in his boxers when I tell him all about being a submissive slut on the phone. I know the holidays can be stressful as well as sexually frustrating. My suggestion to you is that when your wife leaves to shop on Tuesday, you call me to release some stress. Use me as a punching bag. Use me as a cum dumpster. You will spend less money on me than your spoiled wife will charge to your credit cards. Plus, I never say no. I never turn you down. Not even your darkest desires.
I am such a bondage whore I even try to tie myself up sometimes. I was snowed in this weekend and feeling bored. I got out my rope and tied my feet first. My tits were next. I roped them up so good they looked like torpedoes. It is hard, however, to bind your own hands. I tried unsuccessfully, but then my son came home. He was in a fowl mood, which meant he was happy to tie my hands behind my back. He tied my hands so tight that the rope was cutting my flesh. I begged him to loosen them a bit, but he refused. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it in front of my face while he called me names. He was enjoying laughing at his submissive whore mother. He shot a few spurts of cum in my face, followed by piss. I hate being pissed on, but I was all tied up and couldn’t even shield my eyes from his jet blast of urine. He was drunk. I could smell it in his piss. He forced his dick in my mouth, so he could make me swallow his piss too. He told me I disgusted him. His hatred for me made me so wet. I know there is something wrong with me, but I can’t help it. I just love being humiliated.