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My boss is my master. Friday, I was late to work by 5 minutes. That pissed him off. He decided I needed re-schooled. He hired a younger guy to give me some slave training. It was no training. It was just punishment. Painful punishment. My master is no spring chicken. In fact, he has one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel. I am loyal to him because he has been my master for decades. He has taken good care of me financially and even has provisions in his will for me and my offspring. I can’t afford to fuck things up now with being late or complaining about my punishment. This guy he hired was sadistic as fuck too. My master is not unusually cruel. He rules with an iron fist, but has never disfigured me or put me in the hospital. He is an old school master. This new generation of women hating men scare me because they don’t respect the master and servant relationship; they just want to do serious harm to a woman. Permanent harm. He tied my boobs up so tight they turned blue and purple. Master was rock hard and touching himself. My punishment didn’t seem too bad until my surrogate master started punching my boobs like he was Mike Tyson. He was Mike Tyson. Not only did he punch them hard, he bit my left nipple off. When I screamed in pain, he looked at my boss and said, “It tastes like chicken.” Master started to come to my aid, but this young guy told him to back off, I was his bitch at the moment. He suggested Master has been too soft with his submissive whore over the years. He yelled at my master for making me weak then punched my tits so hard a saline bag burst. I had to work several hours with a fucked up boob that caused me a lot of pain. I spent Friday night in the ER. First time my master has sent me to the ER. Things are changing and I am scared.
It was a submissive whore Super Bowl weekend for me. Did you know that Super Bowl Sunday is the biggest sex trafficking day of the year? My Master may be getting old, but he has stock in a sex trade ring. Lots of girls come into our city from other countries to service Master and his wealthy clients. My house warehoused several extremely young things this past weekend. I was ordered to be the house mother of sorts. I had to get them cleaned up and looking the part of willing and eager little sex sluts for Master’s party. I felt bad for them. I am a willing submissive slut, but these little angels were drugged and stolen from their homes. Master told me not to bond with them. He said they are just little cash cows; nothing more than whores who if stayed in their homes would have died eventually of neglect or health issues. Some of the girls were so young, I could only imagine that a cock would ruin their tiny holes. Master could see I was feeling empathy for the young girls so he made me fuck them with a strap on. He wanted his cash cows to fear me. I knew if I didn’t do as I was told, I would suffer greatly and the little girls might even die because as he said, “Girls like this come and go every day unnoticed. You can too Bernice.” Master found out that I slipped them some roofies so they wouldn’t feel the pain as much. He had some of his goons force fuck me and beat me until I was black and blue and bloodied. I ended up with a hot shot too and tossed into the Super Bowl party mix. Just another piece of whore meat to be fucked and abused. I get it though, woman are just here for your enjoyment, even old whores like me.
Submissive phone sex is the only kind I am allowed to have per my Master. When I told him I needed some extra money and suggested phone sex as a way to supplement his stipend, he said only if I was being a phone submissive. Of course that is what I would be. I don’t think I know how to be dominant. I only know to do what I am told. The world of the phone sex submissive, however, is not as dark as the real world. My car is in the shop getting repaired, so I had to take the subway to and from work this week. On Wednesday, I encountered some young thugs who knew I was a worthless piece of trash. In front of my entire cab car, they ripped my clothes off and force fucked me. They laughed and ridiculed the fat old whore as they thrust their cocks in and out of my worthless holes. The encouraged the other males on the subway to fuck me too. “She’s just a submissive whore, don’t feel sorry for her,” they joked. Random strangers violated my ass and pussy. Some spit on me; others pissed on me. Still others just jacked off on me like I was some bukkake whore. I would have screamed for help, but I know I am worthless piece of shit who didn’t deserve rescuing. I let men violate me for over an hour. New guys would get on the subway and join the fun. Even when the original attackers reached their stop, other guys took their place as the ring leaders. All the women on the train in full few of my public humiliation, enjoyed watching me get violated. One woman even fisted my whore cunt as she called me names. When I arrived to work my clothes were dirty, torn and smelling of piss. I was covered in cum and walking funny. My master greeted me with, “I see someone primed you for me today whore.”
As a bondage whore, I get myself in all sorts of humiliating pickles. I know I ask for it because I am a stupid whore. Most women would never let men do the disgusting things they do to me. I have been on Tinder looking for new masters to play with when my current master gives me permission. My current master is more than 2 decades older than me and therein lies the problem. He is now too old to punish me like I need to be punished. I thought if I was on Tinder, I could find younger men to own me. Younger men will outlive me so I will not me in the predicament I am now. On Tinder you rarely get a person’s real name or a face picture. I have been using some bandage pictures of me, but not showing my face. So, for trying to be discreet, I ended up hooking up with my son’s best friend. This young man is a deviant. I had no clue. When he realized the old whore he was hooking up with was one of his best friend’s mother, he smacked me across the face. When he came into the house, I got a sucker punch to the stomach that threw me to the ground. He spit on me as he kicked me several times. He kept calling me a dirty whore and a sorry excuse for a mother. His cock was rock hard, however, so I knew he liked the idea of having a submissive whore who was a friend’s mom. This boy has mommy issues and I was paying for them. He tied me up like a carpet, pissed on me, shit in my mouth and then came on my face. He left me on my floor like that for my son to discover when he came home. I didn’t have the balls to tell him what his best friend did to me. I’m still in a quandary over seeing him again. So young yet so violent, sick and degrading. He scares me but turns me on at the same time.
Submissive sex is the best sex. I don’t know how to be a bitch in charge. Nor do I want to be a bitch in charge. I have been hoping that my son would take on the responsibility of being my full time Master once my current master retires from slave owning. My son struggles with being dominant towards his mother. At times the thought arouses him, at other times he feels like a bad boy for smacking his momma or tying her up. I have to push his buttons. He has a mean streak like his daddy, so if I push the right ones, he will snap. I want more from him than the occasional smack down. I want him to own me. I am too stupid and weak to take care of myself. I mean I am a woman, right? We need men to take control of us. We need to be told how to dress and what to do. We need a man in our lives for purpose. My son did do some bondage and submission with his mommy this weekend. I made him angry by telling him I had no extra money to lend him. He smacked me, tied me up and left me on the bed while he left the house. He came back with several boys. Boys who paid $20 to fuck me. That was all I was worth to him. My son wanted to go to a concert with his friends but had to get the tickets that day. His solution was to whore me out for money. He told his friends they could do anything they wanted to me. I liked this side of him. He pals fucked my ass and my whore pussy. They smacked my tits. They pulled my red hair and turned me into their bukkae whore. They liked using my fuck holes and degrading me. I loved it too. I hope he stays this way.
Prostate milking isn’t something you would assume a submissive woman would know much about, but you would be wrong. This submissive MILF knows all about draining prostates. In fact, it is part of my Master’s New Year’s resolution to have his prostate milked more which means I will be milking more in 2017. My Master loves it when I drain his balls. I have been doing it for decades. Now that he is older, and his dick doesn’t work like it once did, I find myself doing it more frequently. He spent New Year’s Eve at my place. I knew what he wanted. He made it perfectly clear that my primary responsibility for the evening was to drain his nut sack completely. As a submissive, I do as I am told. I read up on some different techniques. I discovered that pegging is the best way to empty a man’s balls; so I bought a strap on. A big one too. I measured it at 9 inches. I was nervous about how my geriatric Master would take me fucking his ass with a strap-on, but he loved the idea. I was rewarded for my creativity. Still, I was nervous.
Pegging my boss, my Master, was not something a submissive whore instinctively does, but I did it. He bent over my chair in my living room. I lubed up his ass and went balls deep to find his prostate. He moaned and groaned in delight. Wriggled his old ass around helping me find the right spot. I knew when I found it too based on the noises he made. He ordered me to stroke him a certain way and I did. I have a confession. I enjoyed fucking his ass. For once I felt like I was in control. I felt dominant. He was so pleased that I drained his limp dick of what appeared to be a mountain of cum. He made a mess. Of course I had to eat all his cum. His spunk is nasty too. He has old man spunk. And, I had to suck the dildo that had been up his ass for an hour clean too. Okay, so perhaps I don’t like pegging my old Master so much after all.
A submissive whore Christmas came early for me this year. My boss had a weekend holiday party. I was invited, but I was not a guest. I was the help. I had to dress in a sexy Santa outfit and tend to the male guests. I was doing more than serving drinks and food. As I would come by with the relish or cookie tray, men would grab my pussy, boobs and ass. I wasn’t allowed to wear panties so they could finger fuck me, finger my ass; essentially violate me anyway they wanted. I had a ball gag in my mouth so I wouldn’t speak and sound stupid. Master said since I am a stupid whore, I should only be seen not heard. I am okay with that. I know I am a stupid piece of shit, but I wanted to scream sometimes. Guys at this party were so cruel. A few put their stogies out on my body. Some dug their finger nails deep into my flesh. One guy bit my nipple so hard it tore a little. Still another client of my Master’s pissed in his wine glass and threw it in my face. His piss burned my eye balls. Everyone laughed as I grimaced.
I accidentally tripped from being momentarily blinded by fresh piss. I spilled several martinis which was unacceptable. Master had me bend over the bar with my ass exposed to be punished. I thought I was going to be spanked, whipped or paddled. Instead, I got sodomized with a wine bottle. The long neck part was shoved up my ass. It hurt like hell, even though my ass was no stranger to foreign objects. One of the party guests filmed my degradation. Another guest thought it would be fun to toast the whore of the party, so he shook up a bottle of champagne, uncorked it right as he shoved the bottle neck up my ass. Of course it exploded in my ass giving me an enema affect. My ass exploded all over the floor. The most humiliating moment of my life. Well, I thought so, until I was forced to clean up my own shit. They said they couldn’t wait until the New Year’s Football party. I can.