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A submissive sex slut does as she is told. Even though I have a master, I hook up with other guys on occasion for some BDSM fun and humiliation. This man I met at a club had some plans for me that I was not privy to until it happened. He had a service car driving us around. I was ordered to expose myself every time the car stopped. The first stop was in front of a local arcade; a well known hang out for young boys and girls of our community. I could have been arrested exposing myself like that to jail bait boys and girls. It was so humiliating exposing my pussy, but my master at the moment said it only solidified my submissive whore status. Young boys pulled down their pants, so they could jack off on me. We didn’t drive off until I was covered in cum. The next stop was downtown at junkie square. It is a place where whores make a quick dime and junkies shoot up. My sick master paid whores to piss on me and junkies to cum in my face. I have never been so humiliated in my life, but I was powerless to stop my degradation. My master was jacking off watching street junkies piss and cum all over my body. My main master would never go to such extremes. He is more into old school games like bondage and spanking. If he knew I exposed myself to such young boys and street hobos, he might disown me for disgracing him. When I was dropped off at my house, I reeked of cum and piss. I felt disgusting. After I cleaned myself up, however, I masturbated thinking of my public humiliation. Turns out that in hindsight I loved being used as a trashy slut.
Do you like submissive phone sex? I love being dominated. One of the great things about being a phone sex submissive is I can test my boundaries; discover what if any limits I have. I am an old school submissive. I find that a lot of my callers don’t understand the master and servant relationship. They just want to use a whore, degrade her, maybe even physically harm her. A true master/servant relationship is built on trust and respect. It is not about being a misogynistic asshole on a power trip who hates women because some chick dumped him. There are safe words and boundaries. I know times have changed, but I am hopeful I can still find a new master who understands the old school BDSM world. Last night, I picked up a guy in a bondage club. We got a VIP room and discussed safe words before the fun began. I was hopeful I had found a partner who understood what I was looking for in a master. He tied me up and suspended me from a beam. My feet were bound. I had on nipple clamps and a ball gag. He was using a switch, a cat of nine tails and a riding crop on me. My pussy was wet. I had a good feeling about him. He seemed to know not to take the pain too far. Then when he whipped me too hard and I yelled out our agreed upon safe word, he just laughed and said, “I don’t care what a submissive slut wants,” and whipped me harder. He drew blood on my breasts and belly. I kept repeating our safe word as best as I could with a ball gag in my mouth. He just kept laughing and whipping me harder. I left the club bloodied and likely scarred permanently. Maybe I will never find the kind of old school dominant man I crave. Maybe that is not what I deserve.
I’m such a submissive whore. I met this guy at a bondage club. He was way out of my league. Half my age with a body and face like a Greek God. He had a hot blonde subby pet with him. She was wearing a collar and on a leash crawling on the floor like a dog. I was there unaccompanied, but I wanted to be owned like that girl. I did something I never do. I approached him first. I tapped him on the shoulder and begged for him to use me. He looked me up and down, paused long enough to make me nervous, then he ordered me into a room. I told him I would do anything to just be in his presence for awhile. He ordered me to strip and get on the floor. He stood over me looking 10 feet tall. He pulled out his cock and pissed in my face. He laughed at me for thinking I could be anything more than his human toilet. What is wrong with me? I was happy to drink his piss. I begged for more. I would have eaten his shit if it was offered. He drained his tank all over my body then spit in my face. He had his pet girl piss on me too. She raised her leg like a dog and urinated on me. They both laughed, called me some names then left. I went home smelling like piss and masturbated for hours thinking of our brief encounter.
For Halloween I was a submissive whore. No surprise, right? I am always one, but this was a night of being extra submissive. I pissed off my son, so he had a bunch of his friends come over to abuse his mother. What did I do to deserve being gang banged by teen boys? I told my son he was too old to trick or treat. I wasn’t telling him he couldn’t go, just saying he is pushing the age limit folks like to give candy to. I had no idea he was planning on punishing me until there was a knock at the door. I figured it was trick or treaters. I was the treat to a bunch of horny tricksters. I was shoved into my own home and force fucked. My son was egging them on. He told them to violate every hole I had. He even added that I was just a stupid whore only good for fucking. They did more than assault my holes. They turned me into a human toilet. They shit and pissed on me. I was forced to lick their dirty assholes too. It was humiliating at best. My son took pictures, even a video of my Halloween humiliation. I won’t ever say my son can’t do anything again.
Bondage phone sex is what I love most, but rarely get. I think when guys view you as a whore and a lowly bitch, they don’t want to reward you with what you like. They want to punish you with what you don’t enjoy. What don’t I enjoy? Too many things, but especially bathroom play. I find it gross, but guess what? I don’t have a say in the matter. Master was particularly mean to me yesterday at work. He had a long weekend that didn’t go as planned, so I was how he worked out his anger and disappointment. He has been my master half of my life; he knows me better than anyone. He knows how to really humiliate me. He walked into the office hissing at me to get on my knees. His exact words were, “On your knees worthless whore.” I unzipped his pants, prepared for some rough morning head and a cum shot to my face. Instead, he pissed down my throat and pinched my nose so I was forced to swallow it too. He turned around after I swallowed his piss and farted in my face. “Lick my asshole, submissive whore,” he barked. I tried to think of champagne and caviar, but all I was tasting was piss and shit. The entire day, master used me as his toilet slave. At one point, he made me eat his shit, then mocked me the rest of the day for having foul breath. He is normally not so extremely humiliating to me, but he had a bad weekend and a major client backed out of a contract. Who better to humiliate and use than your submissive office whore. That is why every powerful man needs a submissive slut secretary. We are here to help men have better days.
Submissive sex is the only sex I have as a whore. I am the bottom, always. My son was in a foul mood this weekend. He shows signs of his daddy more and more everyday. But this weekend, the mean son of a bitch came out. I found out he has been selling weed for money. I confronted him. My Master and my boss, the reason we have a roof over our heads, is a lawyer. If my son got busted, I would lose my job. Master would cut ties with me, cut me off financially. I laid into him about what he was jeopardizing. He smacked me. Made it clear he didn’t give a rat’s ass about me. He is 18. He doesn’t need me or our house. I tried to reason with him some more and he punched me in the face so hard, I passed out. I woke up naked, chained to the bed with my son force fucking my ass. He had his hands around my throat choking me too. I was clearly his bitch. My son let me know he didn’t care what I did at work, but when I was home, under his roof, I would answer to him only. He sounded just like his father 20 years ago. My son doesn’t really know his dad, but with every hard thrust in my ass, he made it clear that he was his father’s son. He fucked me for a few hours. I’d pass out from his hands choking me, then wake back up being fucked like a rag doll. He came finally, but left me there chained to the bed, bloody, bruised and battered. Covered in cum too. I guess I have two masters now. Maybe I need a third master. Think you are up for the job?