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A submissive whore Christmas came early for me this year. My boss had a weekend holiday party. I was invited, but I was not a guest. I was the help. I had to dress in a sexy Santa outfit and tend to the male guests. I was doing more than serving drinks and food. As I would come by with the relish or cookie tray, men would grab my pussy, boobs and ass. I wasn’t allowed to wear panties so they could finger fuck me, finger my ass; essentially violate me anyway they wanted. I had a ball gag in my mouth so I wouldn’t speak and sound stupid. Master said since I am a stupid whore, I should only be seen not heard. I am okay with that. I know I am a stupid piece of shit, but I wanted to scream sometimes. Guys at this party were so cruel. A few put their stogies out on my body. Some dug their finger nails deep into my flesh. One guy bit my nipple so hard it tore a little. Still another client of my Master’s pissed in his wine glass and threw it in my face. His piss burned my eye balls. Everyone laughed as I grimaced.
I accidentally tripped from being momentarily blinded by fresh piss. I spilled several martinis which was unacceptable. Master had me bend over the bar with my ass exposed to be punished. I thought I was going to be spanked, whipped or paddled. Instead, I got sodomized with a wine bottle. The long neck part was shoved up my ass. It hurt like hell, even though my ass was no stranger to foreign objects. One of the party guests filmed my degradation. Another guest thought it would be fun to toast the whore of the party, so he shook up a bottle of champagne, uncorked it right as he shoved the bottle neck up my ass. Of course it exploded in my ass giving me an enema affect. My ass exploded all over the floor. The most humiliating moment of my life. Well, I thought so, until I was forced to clean up my own shit. They said they couldn’t wait until the New Year’s Football party. I can.
A submissive whore is somewhat of a risk taker in her quest for dominating and humiliating experiences. I have tried the bondage club scene, but most have rules about no penetration, even with fingers or foreign objects and no exchange of bodily fluids. Where is the fun in that? I have tried meeting men organically to be presented with downright scary encounters. I joined Tinder. This old bitch is getting with the 21st Century and embracing technology. There is a place on Tinder to express you are looking for a more fetish type hook up. I dressed provocatively for my profile picture. The replies poured in much to my surprise. Plenty of men of various ages wanted to do very bad things to me. I scheduled a “date” with Julian, a 40 year old dungeon master and real estate developer. He presented himself as an old school BDSM guy. Perfect for me. I love whips, chains and bondage. He had a limo pick me up. I felt like a dungeon princess.
When I met him, he gave me chills immediately. No small talk or pleasantries. He was all business. “Whore on your knees. Present yourself for inspection to your Master, ” he barked at me. I did as I was told, however I was clothed still which was wrong. He made me strip while he critiqued my body. I spoke when not spoken to and I got a riding crop to the ass. The sting of the leather crop made my pussy wet. “You like that whore, don’t you,” he seethed. I nodded my head as he cracked it again across my breasts. Before the night was over, I had lashes all over my body. He enjoyed calling me a fat pig. When I oinked for him, he shot his load in my face. I think this is the start of a wonderful master and servant relationship.
I am a bondage whore. It seems an antiquated fetish in the modern world of hardcore BDSM. My Master and I have always had a rather old school relationship. I enjoy being tied up and gagged. It makes me feel vulnerable and helpless. I enjoy giving up power and control. Sometimes, however, our bondage games go awry like this last time. Master had me work the day after Thanksgiving. I was not happy, but I am his office bitch, so I cannot say no. He didn’t have any real work for me to do. He just wanted to tie me up and abuse my ample breasts. The problem was that after he tied me up and came on my bound breasts, he left the office for a quick errand. He was just going to get Starbucks. He never came back to untie me. I was bound to that chair in my work clothes with my breasts exposed for days. I tried hard to get myself lose, but all I did was cut my wrists on the rope and tip the chair over. I was forced to piss and shit myself. I had nothing to eat. I was saved when two days later the cleaning team for the building came by. They only clean our office twice a week since it is small, just the two of us normally. When I heard them come in, I screamed for help. I felt a sense of relief that I had been rescued. The couple who discovered me, saw an opportunity. An opportunity to abuse me. I was a helpless submissive whore to use in their eyes. The male of the duo fucked my mouth, slapped my tits, spit on me, kicked me in the gut and sodomized my ass while his female partner pissed on my face and kicked me in my “whore cunt.” They left me tied up, covered in piss, shit, cum and spit. Master came in yesterday and found me. He had a senior moment and forgot that he had left me tied up. He forgot he left his office whore bound to a chair for three days? I need a new, younger, master.
Submissive whore Halloween is what I had last night. I was all prepared for a night alone doling out candy to little ghosts and goblins that knocked on my door. I even dressed up as Dorothy to get into the Halloween spirit. After a couple of hours passing out candy to the little ones, I turned off my light and settled in for the night. Around 9:15 PM there was a loud knock on the door. Every year this happens. Some older boys and girls with a lame costume come by with a pillow case for their candy saying “Trick or Treat.” I had a shit load of candy left, so I answered the door prepared to give them all of it. It was as I suspected, a group of older boys with nothing more than plastic face masks as a costume.
After I divided up the candy, something unexpected happened. They charged me. Forced me back inside of my house. Do you like rape fantasy phone sex? Well, this was no fantasy. I was pinned on the floor by four teen boys who wanted more than candy. They hurled some nasty names at me as they ripped my clothes from my body. Hands grabbed my tits while more hands groped my pussy. I struggled, but the truth was I was turned on. My master can never find out, however, because he will think I encouraged them with a sexy outfit and punish me. The boys gang banged my ass and pussy with so much force I thought they might kill me. At one point they thought it would be amusing to shove all four of their cocks up my asshole at once. I have been anally tortured before, but not like this. I lost control of my bowels. Made a huge mess that disgusted my attackers. They called me a filthy whore, pissed in my face and left.
I was half relived that they left, but also sad at the same time. What is wrong with me?
I attended a submissive whore sex toy party. It was a Halloween themed party too. At first I thought that just meant a costume party. I went as a French Maid. Seemed an appropriate costume for a submissive woman. I was actually quite shocked to discover that the sex toys being were Halloween inspired. I fell in love with the Frankenstein collection. You got it. Monster sized dildos with nuts and bolts for added pleasure and really huge green balls. The woman throwing the party was owned too. We drank wine, sampled the products and enjoyed girl time. I felt relieved actually to be away from the watchful eyes of masters for a little bit. That felling didn’t last long, however. All of our masters arrived about an hour into our party. Changed the dynamic drastically. We were no longer women trying out toys for our pleasure. We were submissive pets fucking ourselves for our master’s amusement. I was ordered to use the Frankenstein dildo on my ass. I hesitated too long and got slapped in the face. That was nothing compared to what would happen if I didn’t do as instructed.
My master had a surprise for me. Actually all the master’s had a surprise for us. I was giving a show to a cloaked man. He was in disguise as were several other men. Myself and the other submissive women were shredding our assholes with horrific sex toys for the entertainment of unknown men. I stopped asking questions a long time ago. Whatever my master was up to didn’t matter as long as I complied. I fucked my ass raw, but it was nothing compared to the hardcore ass fucking my maser’s cloaked friend gave me. All of us got the same treatment. My ass was prolapsed by the time he was finished. As if the anal torture was not enough, I discovered that my ass assailant was my teen son. In fact all the cloaked men assembled by our masters were our sons. I still have not decided it that was a trick or a treat. Maybe both? Do you have rape phone sex fantasies about mommy?