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This submissive whore needs a new master. My current long term master tied me up at the desk yesterday for shits and giggles then had an Alzheimer’s moment. He went home and forgot about me tied to my desk. The cleaning crew found me. I was bound and gagged to my office chair. I had pissed myself because by the time they arrived, I had been tied to that chair for almost 6 hours. I pleaded with the guys to let me go, but they saw opportunity knocking on their front door. Three black janitors stood around me like vultures plotting where to begin. I was mumbling, “please don’t,” but they didn’t care. They unzipped their pants and I almost fainted. Those were some huge cocks. Monster cocks that I was pretty sure would permanently damage my fuck holes. I have been whored out before, but not that often and certainly not to black men with anacondas for cocks. One of the guys removed my ball gag and replaced it with his cock. I felt like I was going to puke on his cock because it was so big. After a few hard thrusts, I did puke. They laughed at me, called me names and dick slapped me. It was humiliating to be owned by janitors. At least my master, as old as he may be, is a well respected lawyer. Three black blue collar workers pissed in my face before gang banging me against my will. Seriously, those monster cocks ravaged my fuck holes. They went so deep in my ass their cocks got muddy. Of course they forced their shit covered dicks down my throat making me puke some more. As they forced me to lick up the puke, they joked that I was just white trash no one cared about. Perhaps, they were right….
The world for a bondage whore is much different today than it was a few decades ago. My current master is aging out for our bondage games. I feel like a relic in the modern fetish world searching for a new full time master. I got into phone sex to test the waters; get an idea of what the future holds for me. This bondage whore has a bleak future. My current master has supported me financially for decades now. Our bondage games have always been shrouded in respect too. Safe words always honored; my limits respected. I started a FetLife profile so I could meet men looking for a bondage whore in hopes that I may find a new master much like my current one. I have decide that I have to give up on this notion that things can be the way they were in the past. I’m never going to find a benevolent master like I have now. He has spoiled me. He is the only full time master I have ever known. Every man I have met in the past several months who claimed to be into bondage and submission games lied to me. All they want to do is abuse and degrade me with no cloak of safety or respect. Since I am a true, old school submissive, I have no choice but to submit even when my code words are not honored. Ted was a man I thought might be into bondage as much as my current master, until he tied me up on his couch and left me there for two days. When he came back he found that I had pissed and shit on his couch, which he didn’t like. I was released, but forced to lick up his couch while he fucked my ass and called me names. Ultimate degradation. I didn’t fight too much; actually not at all because this submissive whore needs to except the current world order. I have no control or power in our BDSM relationship.
Prostate milking is not something I ever expected to do. It seemed like a dominant thing to do and I am a far cry from dominant. I am, however, obedient so when asked to do something, I do it. I thought I would be milking my Master. He is old, so it made sense he would want his balls drained. So, I was quite shocked when he ushered in his teen grandson. He was naked, shackled and in the ass fucking position. Master gave me a strap on and ordered me to sodomize his grandson’s ass. He was caught blowing a friend of his, so this was his punishment. Master thought that if he got his ass torn up, he would not want cock anymore. Clearly, my Master has never had anything up his ass before. I tried to explain about the male G-spot, but Master silenced me. I am not homophobic; whatever gets your dick hard is fine by me. Master on the other doesn’t want a gay grandson. I did as I was told. I fucked his grandson hard with no lube in his ass while Master called him a fag and asked if he liked being a bottom bitch. Wrong question to ask, because he clearly loved it. His young cock was rock hard. Hammer hard. He came so hard with me in his ass. Not what Master wanted. I got punished for making his grandson a fag. He sodomized me for hours. I hurt so bad I couldn’t sit. I did enjoy fucking the boy, made me feel like an alpha dog for a moment. Sadly, the moment didn’t last and I paid for my enjoyment with a prolapsed ass. But if you want your prostate milked, I am happy to help. We just can’t tell my Master.
Submissive whore club. Ever heard of such a thing? I found myself indoctrinated to one over the weekend. Since my current long term master is getting too old to really play our BDSM games anymore, I have been hitting the underground club scene looking for a new master. Finding an old school master and servant relationship is hard I have discovered. Most of the young dominant men I encounter have very different views of a submissive whore like me than older men do. This young guy who took me home Friday night made sure I understood I was his property for however long he desired. There were no safe words. I was his bitch. I would do as I was told. When he pulled his cock out, I was prepared to blow him, but he pissed in my face and laughed. When I grimaced, he pulled my red mane and dragged me to his bathroom. His toilet was disgusting. I don’t think he had flushed it in a week. I could smell the stale piss and shit. “I’ve been saving this for the perfect whore,” he laughed as he shoved my face in his filthy toilet water. He held my head under so I was forced to swallow shit and piss. He would bring me up for air, then submerge me again. I have never been a scat phone sex submissive, because toilet play was never a part of my submissive duties. I tried to tell this young guy that I don’t do this sort of thing, but he didn’t care about what I wanted at all. He pulled me up, tossed me on the floor of his bathroom, dropped his trousers and shit on my face. He used me like a port a potty. I felt so degraded and humiliated. Never have I been treated like that. “Welcome to the modern world whore. You are now a part of my submissive whore club,” he seethed as he forced me to eat his shit. I am not ready for a modern day submissive relationship. Perhaps I need some training.
Looking for a submissive whore? I’m an old school kind of woman. My mom was June Clever. She was a stay at home mother who doted on me and my brother and worshiped my daddy. On the outside it was all very Mad Men. Wife cooked, cleaned, birthed the brats and had her husband’s martini and slippers ready when he came home from work. But behind closed doors it was 50 Shades of Gray. I was pretty young when I found the special room. It had all sorts of strange devices to a young girl. I know now those devices intimately. Ball gags, hand cuffs, cat of 9 tails, spreader bars, blind folds, whips, riding crop…. all the accoutrements of a bondage whore. My mother was my dad’s submissive in and out of the bedroom.
When I reached a certain age, I too became my father’s submissive little whore. He taught me how to be a good sex slave. He taught me the art of bondage and BDSM games. But the difference between then and now is that few men are into soft core bondage. The days of master and servant are over. There are no safe words. I need a new master. Mine is just too old for our bondage games. I enjoy bondage, BDSM and spanking , however they seem so vanilla in comparison to the extreme submissive phone sex things you want me to do. I drink piss; I swallow puke and gallons of cum. I even eat shit. I burn myself with cigarettes; cut myself with razor blades. I put pins through my nipples and sodomize my ass with beer bottles. All these things are what the modern dominate man seems to enjoy, so I deliver.
Perhaps you can help school me further in modern domination? I am a willing slave, who will never put up a fight. Well, not much of one at least. Check out other submissive women on our Twitter.
Submissive 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.
When 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?
Bondage 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.
I’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.