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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.
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.