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Submissive Whore: What are Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies?

submissive whoreSubmissive whore Bernice is should be my legal name. No last name, because I belong to which ever man I am with at the moment. My current long term master is in his 60s. He is winding down on the S and M games. He was always more old school domination anyway. Actually, the men today are a completely different breed and it scares me. Master respected my code words. He never scarred me, or put me in any real danger, but the men I meet online and at fetish clubs make him look like a Disney character. Over the weekend, I tried this new bondage club in Cincinnati. I had to drive a few hours, so I booked a hotel room for the weekend. It is a high end bondage club, invite only. I felt so honored to get a golden ticket to this place that it never occurred to me that it would not be as upscale as it seemed.

rape phone sex fantasiesWhen I arrived, it looked nothing like the pictures. This was just a big warehouse; pretty much a dungeon. There were other women there too looking equally perplexed.  We were rushed by a group of men. It became clear this was no bondage club. This was a rape fantasy club. We were hand selected because we fit the image that the men paying top dollar fantasized about force fucking. I knew none of the men I could see. I was shoved down on the cold concrete slab, bound and gagged with my own undergarments. I looked to both sides and saw other women like me being brutalized by unknown men. I’ve heard of BDSM clubs, even pain clubs, but never rape fantasy clubs. I spent 3 days in a basement being force fucked in all my holes. I had to use a bucket for a toilet. I was denied food and water. I slept on the concrete floor like a dog chained up in a junkyard. After three days, my ass was prolapsed. I smelled awful. I had lost some weight. I was a hot mess. I was turned out on the street disoriented and lost.  I had been used for three days to satisfy some stranger’s dark fantasies. If you had me for three days, what would you do to me?

Bare Bottom Spankings Make for Great Role Play Fun

bare bottom spankingsBare bottom spankings feel great. I am such a spanking whore. I know I’m a MILF, but sometimes I like to role play like I’m much younger or that my daughter is still a wee little girl. I had a hot call recently where I role played that my daughter was getting anally trained for Daddy. Daddy made me prep her bottom for his cock. I was scared for her because daddy has a big dick, but I am a submissive so I do what I am told. I put her over my bare legs. She was stripped naked. Her little bare ass exposed. A little girl’s ass is such a wonderful thing. It’s soft and round. It jiggles slightly. I spanked her little behind until it was cherry red. She was crying for me to stop. My hand left a mark on her little bottom. Daddy watched me prep her little butt hole with my fingers first, then a small dildo. I didn’t want to use too big of a toy because I wanted her to be a really tight fit for Daddy’s cock. When you have a small opening and something really thick to put in the opening, you need lots of lube. Anything fits with enough lube. Maybe even some gold old fashioned saliva too. I spit in her pink rosebud then slathered the KY jelly on daddy’s dick. Watching Daddy penetrate her baby butt hole was so hot I had to rub my clit as he pushed his dick deep in her little pink sphincter. He had to push balls deep to get it all in. Surprisingly, her tiny ass accommodated his monster cock. Daddy was hurting her bottom but in a hurts so good way. She screamed in pain in the beginning, but soon after that she begged for daddy’s seed in her ass. Daddy helped me turn her into his ass slave. Maybe you would like to be her daddy too?

Bondage Whore: Deadly Extreme Bondage Games

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernice is my name in the fetish community. I love being tied up; I especially enjoy rope play. When I was little, I would watch these old silent movies where girls were bound and gagged on a railroad track and left to be rescued by some dashing stranger. I like being rescued. But as I have aged, my bondage fantasies have evolved. They have become quite dark. I have many a master who loves to tie me up, but none are quite as cruel as Master Harry. Our bondage games started out with leaving me in perilous situations. On a train track, on the street…. I would be bound and gagged, hoping to be rescued by him or some stranger. I tried not to get too scared because I knew he would rescue me. I knew it was just a game we played. But lately, I feel like he wants me dead. In fact, I came so very close to dying this weekend; as close as I have ever come to death actually. Master tied me up good. Hog tied me. I looked like a side of beef. He didn’t restrain my mouth like usual, meaning I could scream for help. I thought he was going to drop me into the woods somewhere. He dropped me in the lake. I had no real mobility. I saw him walk off as I was struggling to stay afloat. Water was rushing over me. I couldn’t get in a position to float. I started screaming, but it became gargled as water filled my mouth. I was sinking, drowning. I tried to free my hands, but I had  no luck. I was in full on panic mode. I was going to drown. I was sinking fast. I lost consciousness. Maybe I even drowned. The next thing I remember was Master Harry doing CPR on me. He informed me that he can take my life and he can give it back to me anytime he wants because he owns me. I live in fear now of Master Harry’s capricious extreme bondage games. Maybe the next time, he won’t rescue me.

Submissive Whore: Like Mother Like Daughter

submissive whoreI’m a submissive whore. Born and raised that way. My mother was a submissive whore too. I want my daughter to be a submissive whore, but she fights me on it. She likes to think of herself as a sexy little bitch in charge, but being dominant is not in her DNA. She is a young teen girl and they think their shit doesn’t stink. The young girls of today are vastly different from the teen girls of my generation. I understand that men rule this world; that women are here to serve them. I have very old school, even archaic views of women according to my hot teen slut daughter. My primary master is not interested in young girls. He is quite a bit older than I am, so in my forties, I seem young to him. My daughter is a baby in his eyes. I need someone who can break her. It is going to need to be someone quite dominant, even sadistic because she is not going to break easily. I need a man into extreme bondage and BDSM. My little girl is mouthy, obstinate and full of ego. She thinks men are on this earth to worship her. She is not a virgin, but she has not been fucking long so she has a really tight pussy still. Her anal cherry is still in tack, however, because she refuses to give up her ass. She thinks it is gross to fuck where she shits from. In her mind, her fuck holes are hers and she decides who fucks her when, where and how. She needs taught a lesson, but she needs more than a good hard fuck up the ass. She needs used, abused even turned out and tortured. I am making a plea to all the strong dominant cruel masters out there who like young things to break my daughter. Make her a submissive slut like me. I promise to help.

Office Bondage Phone Sex Whore

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex is something I enjoy, but it is difficult to execute. Very hard to hog tie myself; however, I have discovered that I love sharing my bondage stories with my callers and hearing their stories of tying up women. Sometimes it is nice to hear about other submissive bitches. Hearing how you would restrain me gets my pussy wet too. I have been tied up just about every day of my life. When I was a little girl, daddy would tie me to a dining room chair. This was his way of forcing his cock down my throat. He tied me up so I couldn’t squirm away.  Often times his friends would circle jerk on my face and little tits. Now I get tied up to my office chair by my Master and boss for shits and giggles or the slightest infraction. Yesterday, my workplace Master bound me so tightly to my chair, I couldn’t move. That was the goal. He wanted me immobilized for hours so I could entertain his buddies, a bunch of old lawyers. I served as stress relief for a big wrongful death case they were all working on against a large pharmaceutical company. I am a stupid whore, so I don’t know how important this case is, or how stressful it is for the lawyers involved. I just sat there, tied up and gagged while lawyers came on my face and called me names. A few skull fucked me. One fingered my pussy and another punched my tits. My boss finished up with pissing in my mouth. They all had different ideas of stress release. I am just a submissive whore who is whatever men want me to be. A punching bag. A human toilet. A fuck slave. A cum dumpster. A pain slut. A stupid MILF. What can I be to you?

Submissive Phone Sex is Real

submissive phone sexWhen you specialize in submissive phone sex, it is because you are a true submissive. Dominant women could not bite their tongues to do a fraction of what I do.  My callers range in age and fetishes. Some prefer humiliation. Some like making me do degrading things like piss in my panties or lick my toilet seat. Others like torture. I get a lot of breast torture callers because of my big oversized fake tits; but a good number of phone masters like to ruin my pussy and ass. Master Mike was in an extra foul mood during our last call. He is married to a shrew, so he takes his frustrations out on me. I don’t know what she did, but I paid the price. Our call began with the usual smacking of my worthless whore tits with a ping pong paddle. Although I can never abuse myself as well as you can, I can still leave quite a mark. My boobs are still black and blue. But that was nothing to what came next. I made the mistake of telling Master Mike once that I had a bunch of cigars in the house. One of my real time masters enjoys a fine stogie after abusing his favorite submissive whore.  Master Mike had me light one up. He made me use a torch lighter so he knew I was really doing it. The cries and whelps made him believe I was really burning my ass. I still have marks on my back side. The pain of burning my ass was intense, but not as bad as someone else doing it to me. There is only so much pain a submissive slut can inflict before she recoils from inflicting any more damage. Because of that, I had to stab my pussy with kitchen utensils. I shoved a knife, fork and spoon up my cunt. Master Mike thought I was using a really sharp knife. I guess I was a bad whore. I used one of the duller butter knives, but the prongs from the fork certainly hurt thrusting in and out of my cunt. There was some blood. It was a painful call, but luckily for me it only lasted 20 minutes. What would you have me do to myself on a call?

Submissive Slut Faces Her Worst Fear

submissive slutA submissive slut does what is asked of her, even if it scares the piss out of her. I was a very bad slave. I spit out Master’s cum because it tasted nasty from the asparagus he ate for lunch. I had to be punished. My punishment was extreme. He hauled my ass to a graveyard. I hate graveyards. They scare me. He knows that. He knows all my fears. When we arrived, I saw him slip some money to a grounds keeper. The next thing I knew I was being forced into a coffin. No ordinary coffin either. This one had a fresh stiff in it. I went into full panic mode. Hyper ventilating,  shaking uncontrollably, even pissing on myself. When the coffin shut, I started screaming, pleading for forgiveness. The smell of death made me sick. I could hear Master laughing on the outside. My fear amused him. I have not been in a coffin for a very long time. This was my first time with a dead body. My last offense was far more egregious, but here I was being punished like I bit his cock off. I lost count of time. It felt like I was in there for days, but it was only a couple hours according to Master. When he opened the coffin door, I was drenched in sweat. My finger nails were broken and bloody from trying to claw myself out. I smelled like piss and vomit, but I let Master skull fuck me right there. I let him fuck me on a fresh gravestone. I didn’t really let him. I misspeak. There is no letting a Master do anything.  I am his property. He let me know that I needed to be a proper submissive whore at all times or I would end up dead and buried in a coffin and no one would ever find me. Master knows how to keep his bitches in line. Do you sir?

Bondage Whore Troubles

bondage whoreAs a bondage whore, I get myself all tied up sometimes. My daughter wanted to practice her rope skills this weekend, or so I thought. She is not a dedicated submissive like me. She is more of a switch. She has dabbled on both sides. If I had my druthers, she would be a full time submissive like her mother. I’m aging out for many of my masters, but they all seem to like my teen daughter once they meet her.  Gravity is still her friend. Plus, she has tight holes unlike me. I raised her alone with my son. Perhaps if I had a dominant man as a husband, she would have grown up differently. Guys ask me all the time why didn’t I force her to be a submissive whore like me. A true submissive, even  a subby mommy, can’t force anyone to do anything. A dominant male influence is required to break a girl. Trust me, she needs broken too. She tied me up and left me on the living room floor all weekend. She thought it was funny. While I was bound and gagged, she took my debit card and my car and had herself one hell of a fun weekend. She crawled back home last night reeking of sex and booze laughing at the fact that I was tied up laying in my own urine. So I have decided to sell her to anyone who wants a teen whore to abuse. This little twat waffle of mine needs a stern master, a very cruel one to break her. At this point, I wouldn’t care if you wanted to snuff her out. She is nothing but a pain in my ass. Any dominant men want to break a stubborn teen whore in a very painful and deadly manner?

Erotic Submissive Stories with Ice and Hot Wax

erotic submissive storiesErotic submissive stories are fun to share on calls. Most of my callers are very dominant men with lots of stories to share about the submissive women in their lives. I had this one caller last night that is fond of ice torture. Actually, he likes to use ice cubes and candle wax on his whores. The mixture of hot and cold sensations back and forth on the female body can cause intense pain and pleasure. He had me fill a glass with ice cubes and get a long candle. I was instructed to light the candle first so the wax had plenty of time to get hot first. While my candle was burning, I had to hold ice cubes on my nipples. This made them erect quickly. Painfully erect actually. But, ice on the nipples is not as painful as ice on the clit. Yet still, the pain of ice on my clit was nothing compared to being ordered to insert ice cubes in my cunt and ass while I poured hot wax all over my body. Ice was melting in my hot fuck holes and dripping down my taint. The sensation was erotic. I was captivated by his voice. I was mesmerized by his orders. I was his submissive slut. He owned my body. I kept shoving ice cubes inside my body at his command. I felt my body cool down from all the ice up my ass and twat. As ice dripped into my taint, he made me drip hot wax there too. It is a strange feeling mixing cold and heat together in the same spot, especially a very sensitive spot like the taint. My clit was so swollen. My pussy juice melted the ice faster the more ice cubes I was forced to insert. In the end, he let me cum and I swear it was the most intense cum I ever had on a call. Maybe you would like to experiment with hot and cold sensations too? My body is YOUR guinea pig.

Submissive Whore for Toilet Play

submissive whoreSubmissive whore. Stupid cunt. Pet. Property. Slut. Bitch. Piece of meat. Dumb twat. Slave. Servant. Concubine. Fuck toy. Punching bang. Human waste. Toilet. Tramp. Piece of shit. Fat. Dumb. Loser. Those are just a few of my pet names from my Master. I answer to them all. What he calls me, dictates my day. Today, he called me toilet. I knew what that meant. I was at my desk typing up some legal briefs when I heard him yell for his special toilet. I put down what I was doing, walked into his office and laid on his desk with my head hanging down to accept his cock. He unzipped his pants, inserted his dick in my mouth and pissed down my throat. He pinched my nose so that I would be forced to swallow his urine. He had asparagus for lunch. He knows how much I hate that; it makes his pee extra smelly. I swear he drank a gallon of water before relieving himself in my mouth. Today I was his piss whore. A couple hours later he yelled for his piss whore, but this time he relieved himself up my ass. I had to ride the subway home smelling like a dirty homeless man. Today I was his piss whore, tomorrow I may be his punching bag. Not sure which I dread more.