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I’m a sexy MILF phone sex woman as well as a subby whore. I have discovered recently that many young men enjoy abusing an older woman; my son and his friends especially. My son has been getting more and more violent with me lately. Mother’s Day didn’t go as I expected. Instead of getting flowers, I got viciously gang banged by my son and twenty of his closest friends. When he arrived, he said he had a special present for me. He wanted to show me just what he thought of me. That’s when his friends appeared. Master has shared me with a few men over the years, but nothing like this. I was scared. Those boys looked like a hungry pack of wolves. The pushed me on the floor, striped me naked and started fucking the shit out of of me. Rough sex doesn’t describe it. If you have rape phone sex fantasies, you couldn’t even dream up the shit they did to me. They fisted my holes. Sometimes I had two fists in my cunt and ass at the same time. They even sodomized me with my high heels. I could feel my asshole bleeding. Without looking, I knew it prolapsed. I was crying. Yes, I am submissive, but my Master has never been this savage with me. He likes my holes tight. I started crying. Not just from the pain, but also from the knowledge that my Master would be very upset that my holes were ruined. My pussy is a far cry from tight, but they managed to make me feel like I was giving birth again. My son tore my pussy then and now. The guys that couldn’t get a shot at my pussy, jacked off on my face and tits as they yelled, “Happy Mother’s Day, whore.” I’ve been recuperating for a few days. I guess I don’t deserve anything less.
I’m such a submissive slut, I will fuck a shoe if I am ordered to do just that. My master is older by twenty plus years. All that means is that he has dick issues now. Sometimes, he can still get it up like a twenty something year old, but that is usually only when he’s very pissed at me. I was on good behavior today, but he was still horny. He needed a visual to cum, so he instructed me to impale my pussy with my stiletto heel. I must wear high heels at work always. I’m not talking pumps, but stripper heels. The black patent leather stilettos I wore this morning, would give a stripper pause. I am a seasoned submissive whore, so I can walk like a pro in 8 inch heels. I was unsure about putting the pointy heel into my pussy. Master sensed my hesitation and was not happy. “Fuck that heel you worthless whore,” he screamed. When he gets angry, I best do as I am told, or the pain is far worse than anything I could do to myself. I laid on his office couch in my sexy lingerie writhing around like Betty Page doing a photo shoot. I sucked on the heel seductively, before inserting it into my pussy. He wanted the sole of the shoe square against my pussy like the shoe was balls deep inside me. It hurt, but then I am a pain slut. I put one leg over the back of the couch to spread my pussy wide. It helped with the pain and with Master’s viewing pleasure. After a while, the heel would come out of my pussy glistening with my cunt juice. I was about to cum, when Master ordered me to stop. He was denying me an orgasm today. Instead, he came in both heels, forcing me to spend the rest of the day walking in cum filled high heels. It was a constant reminder that I don’t deserve to cum as a fuck pig.
MILF phone sex sluts make great submissives for younger guys. I don’t know why, but I am consumed with thoughts of my next master being half my age. Honestly, I would like my son to take over as my full-time Master. Have you ever had thoughts about dominating a mature woman, maybe even your own mother? It’s extra taboo, right? My son has the mean streak his daddy did, it is just not his dominant personality. I guess my son is a switch. I have been working to make him a dominant son permanently. I know how to trigger his rage. I did it this weekend. I embarrassed him in front of a girl he had over. As soon as she left, he came at me in a fit of rage, which made my cunt wet. He pinned me against the wall with his bare hand around my throat. He had rage filled eyes as he ripped off my blouse. He started smacking my tits with his bare hand. I tried to act scared and apologetic, but this was exactly what I wanted. After he bruised up my tits, he bruised up my ass. He has fucked me a few times, all out of rage. This time, I got a hardcore anal fucking along with some strangulation. He wrapped his belt around my neck as he slammed in and out of his mother’s ass. He used his belt as a reign, pulling me back into his cock. He enjoyed hearing me choke, so he pulled the belt tighter. I almost passed out. When he came in my ass, he seemed to lose some of his rage. I think he was hoping to score with the young girl he had over, but I ruined it and she left. I just need to keep him sexually frustrated.
Bondage whore Bernie is my name on Tinder, FetLife and a few other fetish sites. I can’t help it. I love bondage. Do you remember those old silent short films with the woman in peril tied to a train track? I masturbated to those images as a wee girl. I wanted tied up then rescued. As I grew up, I wanted tied up and abused. Something about being vulnerable and helpless and at your mercy makes my cunt wet. I’m trusting a stranger or a master not to kill me. Not to permanently hurt me. My master, my boss, ties me up to my office chair often. Yesterday, he was feeling mean. It happens, but not often. Normally, we have more of a sensual master slave relationship. Hardcore bondage and nipple torture made his dick hard. He tied the ropes so hard, my wrists bled. He ripped my shirt open, exposing my DD breasts. He slapped my tits so hard they started to turn colors immediately. He started sucking on my right tit. It felt amazing, until he bit so hard on the nipple it tore. I was bleeding down my breast. He grabbed my jaw, spit my blood and flesh in my face and said, “Did you think I would not know about your little online endeavors, bitch.” He was not happy I was moonlighting. I was being punished; not for cheating, but for not asking permission to be on those sites. Master owns me. I know I am his property, no better than the office chair I was strapped to. He spent the rest of the day punishing me for my violation of our master servant relationship. He sodomized my ass with the stapler, along with other office supplies. Lesson learned the hard way. At his age, I didn’t know he still had all that in him.
Every man wants a submissive whore at work, right? Have you ever scene that movie Secretary with James Spader? He is the boss in charge. Maggie Gylenhall is his sexy subby secretary. They partake in work time BDSM games. My Master is my boss. So, imagine that movie kicked up a few notches. That depicts my daily life for several decades. Today when I arrived at work, I had a list of things to do from Master. They included sending some faxes, preparing some legal letters, but also on the list was cock sucking, ass licking, flogging and anal fucking. Master was feeling productive and horny. He must have taken a Viagra. He is twenty something years older than me, so his dick doesn’t get hard like it used to, but that doesn’t stop him from spanking my ass hard or torturing the fuck out of my nipples. He has not fucked me in a while, but this morning he made me his anal sex whore. Bent me over his desk with his tie around my neck to strangle me. Erotic asphyxiation turns us both on. The more I gasped and struggled for air, the harder he slammed his old dick in my ass. I think he took 2 Viagras because he would cum, then have me do some actual work, then bend me over the desk so he could fuck my ass again. He fucked me like a twenty something guy again. Been forever since he gave me the rough treatment. After I had a few loads of cum up my shit box, he made me insert a butt plug to keep his cum fresh in my ass. He enjoyed watching me walk around the office with an anal plug up my ass. As sore as my ass was, I enjoyed being his submissive slut again.
Bondage and submission is my life. I am always giving in and getting tied up, especially at work. My boss and Master is old, but he does love tying me up at work. He was feeling extra frisky yesterday. I only go to the office a couple days a week now. My work schedule just depends on what kind of case he is working. He is a lawyer close to full retirement, which is why I have been supplementing my income being a phone sex submissive. I messed up some legal briefs. I filed them incorrectly. I am not allowed to make mistakes. For a simple fixable clerical error, I got some soft bondage of my tits. Well soft only in the way he tied up my boobs. The torture my whore tits, as he likes to call them, received was something very different from soft. He pinched the nipples so hard they bled. That was not enough pain for the mood he was in. He got out his lighter so he could burn them too. Have you ever smelled burning flesh? It is awful. When it is your own flesh, it is worse. The pain and smell combined is nauseating. I knew not to vomit or complain or cry. It was tough to do, but if I had, the torture would have been far worse. Master has never been big into torture sex except when it comes to my tits. The way he views it, he bought me my tits, so he can do whatever he wants to them. I will take nipple and breast torture any day over being used as a punching bag. Some of the more modern Masters, whom I have encountered, on and off the phone, enjoy going Mike Tyson on me. In their eyes, I’m not a woman, just a worthless submissive whore.
Being a bondage whore is hard work. I have been working with my son on his rope skills. He was a scout, so he does have some knowledge about knots. I guess I got a little bossy with him over the weekend. He didn’t like me complaining about his loose knots. “If they so loose you stupid whore, see if you can get out of them yourself,” he snapped before spitting in my face and leaving the house. I was on the cold floor. The heat was not on because we just came off a warm spell. The temperatures were rapidly declining. I had no idea how long he would be gone. He was pissed. One time he left me tied up for several days because I folded his laundry wrong. He gets his temper from his father. I need a new master, but I am not accustomed to being left tied up indefinitely. What seemed like forever, was about 8 hours. He came back home drunk. I had pissed on the floor. That made him angry too. He expected me to hold it in like a dog. He untied me, then shoved my face into my piss like a bad puppy. He was getting aroused treating me like a worthless submissive whore. He undid his belt; fastened it around my neck like he was about to strangle me while he pulled out his cock. He ass fucked me hard while I licked up my own piss. He was pulling on the belt so hard, I almost puked. I came close to passing out too. He came up my ass thankfully, because that was when the belt slipped off from around my neck. I grabbed my throat as to massage the pain away and attempt to take in some air. “Complain or sass me again whore, and I might not let go next time,” he seethed as he walked away.