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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.

Submissive Whore for Slave Bondage

submissive whoreThis submissive whore loves slave bondage. Several decades ago, I was my father’s slave.  Now I am my Master’s slave. I serve him every way he wants. He was hosting a party for some clients this past weekend. I was to be the hostess. I knew it would be more than taking coats and serving drinks. It always is more.  I did not realize I would be tied up for the party. My legs and ankles were bound. I was naked of course. My breasts were hog tied until they looked like torpedoes. Do you know how difficult it is to walk in stilettos with your ankles bound and your hands tied behind your back? I had to make it look like an art form or be punished.

slave bondageI managed. I am a seasoned bondage whore after all. I couldn’t serve drinks, but I could take cum. That was really my job. To drain the balls of Master’s guests. Master didn’t want me just giving blowjobs. That was too basic. I gave prostate massages with my tongue.  I have a long tongue, according to Master. I was more accustomed to using my fingers to drain the prostate, but if this is what amused Master, I would find a way to make it work. I was human toilet paper. I licked dirty asses, sucked dirty dicks and drained balls into mason jars. By the time the party was winding down, I had amassed several jars of cum. I knew Master had an ultimate plan. This party was less about draining prostates and more about humiliating his favorite slave.

bondage whoreI was forced on my knees in front of the party guests. Master yanked my red mane back to open my mouth as jars of fresh sperm were poured down my throat. I took the term cum guzzler to new heights. It was hard not to puke up cum. It was so thick, plus the sheer volume of it would have made a gay porn star gag. I consumed over 100 ounces of fresh cum. So much cum that I was literally sick to my stomach for days. But Master was pleased, as were his guests, so that is all that matters. A good whore does what she is told.

Spanking Chat with A Spanking Phone Sex Whore

spanking chatI love spanking chat. My ass is so round and jiggly. Perfect for spanking. My Master loves to spank me. He was in a rare mood over the holiday weekend. I was ordered to dress in a school girl outfit with no panties so he could spank my bare ass with his hands. About the only thing that gets his old dick hard these days is spanking my bottom. That day my ass was not enough for him. He ordered me to get my daughter and some of her friends together for a spanking party. My daughter is not a spanking phone sex whore like her mother. She dabbles in bondage, but she is not a lifestyle submissive like her mother.  And her friends are clueless about my lifestyle. I knew, however, if I did not get Master what he wanted, I would be punished severely. So, I bribed my daughter with money. Young girls love money. I explained that a dirty old man just wanted to spank their asses in school girl uniforms for an hour or so. In return they would be rewarded with a shopping spree. I would pay off his credit card before he ever saw the charges. It was the only thing I could think of to get the girls to comply with my order.

spanking phone sex Master was quite pleased. Turns out he didn’t want to spank their bare bottoms after all. He wanted me to do it. He just needed the visual of young tight firm butts to get his old cock at attention. I whispered into each girl’s ear, “just think about the money you get,” as my hand smacked their firm asses. I was getting wet. A little jealous too. My ass has not been that firm since the 80s. As I doled out some bare bottom spankings, I could smell ripe young pussies. So could Master. His dick was as hard as it has been in a decade. He started fucking the girls. I was scared that they would fight him seeing as they were not true submissives like me, but they liked it.  Of course he has sugar daddy written all over him to a young cunt. I was jealous. Was I being replaced? Would you prefer the ass of my teen daughter over mine?

Submissive Whore Needs Punished

submissive whoreI’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.

Bondage Whore Breast Torture

bondage whoreI’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.