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I’m a submissive whore. I don’t want to be dominant. It feels unnatural to me. I believe a woman’s place is on her knees before her man serving him however he desires. That doesn’t mean I don’t have my own needs sometimes. I thought the house was mine, so I played with my pussy. I did not have permission from HIM to touch my worthless whore cunt. I knew I did not, however I had a really hot pain slut call last night that left me wanting to cum more. Sometimes I forget how good cumming feels. Some men love to make me cum through my pain; yet others, like HIM, deny me the pleasure of my own pain. When he found me on the bed with my hand in my pantyhose rubbing my clit, he took his belt off and whipped me. Not only did he whip my huge fake tits, he whipped my clit with the belt buckle. He whipped all the pleasure I felt away. My pussy was swollen, even bleeding. He dragged me to the stairs, slapped a ball gag in my mouth and tied me to the banister while he whipped me some more. He treated me like a lowly nigger slave. Flesh tore from my back. He told me as he inflicted pain on my dirty body, that I deserved far worse treatment. He made sure to tell me he was giving me mercy this time, but if he caught me playing with my worthless cunt again without permission, I would be a dead whore. You would think I would heed that warning. I will for awhile. I will until my wounds heal, but at my core I am a pain slut. I can never hurt myself as much as he can. As much as you can.
I’m such a bondage whore; sometimes I try to get into trouble so master will tie me up at work. I was purposefully late the other morning just so he would tie me to my chair. I was hoping for breast bondage. It is my favorite. I love it when a man wraps them up so tightly that look like torpedoes and start to change colors. I guess master is on to my games. He did tie me to my office chair for being late, however, he did not bind them like I hoped. Instead, I got nipple and breast torture. That I do not like. I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter and he was pissed that I put in for maternity leave. He beat, cut and drained my breasts of their milk. I was never able to breast feed her because he mutilated my nipples. My more recent torture was reminiscent of that time. He smacked my tits together. He used them like Muhammad Ali uses punching bags when training for a fight. I was crying from the pain. My fun bags are fake, so the more he punched me, the more the risk increased that he would bust a saline bag. He stabbed my nipples with a letter opener. He even stapled my nipples, piercing them to my areolas. I was bleeding. Battered and bruised, but master was just getting started. He is part of an old boys club. They smoke stogies and drink gin. He lit a big fat stogie until the embers were bright orange then burned my already bloody nipple. He put the smoke out with his gin. The pain was awful. So bad I pissed myself. Alcohol burns an open wound. The sting of the gin was almost as bad as the cigar burn. I was forced to work the rest of the day with bleeding and swollen breasts. Blood leaked through my bra onto my pink blouse. It just made master hard remembering how good he punished his worthless submissive whore.
Slave training doesn’t happen just once in your life. I’m a natural redhead; that makes me a bit stubborn and unruly sometimes according to my Master. I need to be broken more often than a young slut. Retraining is what Master calls it. I showed up late to work again. That is twice now this year I have been tardy. Master finds that unacceptable. The moment I walked in the office, he greeted me with a whip. I got several lashes to my black like a black slave received two centuries ago. I fought back the tears, but the pain was too much. I felt the blood soaking my white blouse. Master just smiled an evil grin looking at the agony on my face. I actually peed my panties from the pain. He stripped me naked and force fucked me. I say force fuck because I never really want to fuck him. Yes, he owns me, but he is old with a shriveled up dick and gray body hair. Pot belly too. I know it is wrong to hope for his death, but I do. I want a new Master. His dick felt cold and dry in my ass. That was until my warm wet blood trickled down my back onto his cock as he was sodomizing me. His hands clenched my throat tightly as he pounded his old dick in and out of me. For his age, he has enormous strength and so much anger. I have been his bitch for decades. Sometimes, I pray that he goes just a little too far and kills me. My daughter says call the police on him; have him thrown in jail for torture. But, Master has forced me to be his willing slave all these years with documents that I was too stupid to read before signing. He made it look like I have been embezzling from him for years, but all that money is in some Swiss account off the Cayman Islands that I can never touch. For a stupid submissive whore like me, it is prison or years of slave torture. I accepted my fate long ago so my offspring would have a home, but as they get older, I still wonder if prison would be better than this constant torture.
When you are a bondage whore you get tied up sometimes. Literally. I was with a new master over the weekend. A very nice man; so not what I am use too. He did want to tie me up, but in a way that was pleasurable to me. At least that was what he said. I met him on Fet Life. My hands were behind my back tied tightly. I had a ball gag in my mouth. My feet were bound. A strap went around my big breasts. And, a leather strap was tied tight up my pussy like a g-string. It pretty much split my cunt in to, parting my lips. But, it felt amazing. As my pussy was puffing out from arousal, he spanked my clit. It got all puffy like a cock. Hard too. The more he spanked my clit, the wetter I got. At one point, I was squirting between the leather straps. Then he got not so nice. He went from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde in an instant. What I thought was a big vibrator was a cattle prod of some sort. He electrocuted my clit. Shocks went through my body like lightening. I was convulsing. Pissing myself. I even shit the bed from the current going through my body. What started off as an erotic encounter, went to pure torture quickly. Smoke was permeating off my pussy. He grabbed me by my red hair and said, “You are just a worthless submissive whore. Did you really think I gave a rat’s ass about your pleasure.” Then, he spit in my face and pissed down my throat. He left me bound and gagged on my bed, covered in piss and laying in my shit. Fitting end of the evening for a worthless cunt, don’t you think?