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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?
Submissive sex is the only sex for me. A man’s sexual gratification is all that matters. A stupid worthless cunt like me doesn’t deserve to cum. I am just a vessel for a man’s cum. A cum dumpster. A toilet. I know that. Of course you know that. Every man I encounter knows that too. I met a guy Sunday at Easter service. Even a religious man looked me in the eyes and told me I looked like the perfect whore to use. So he did. Followed me back to my place. He ripped my nice church dress off of me. “You don’t deserve to wear such nice things,” he yelled . My daughter acted scared. She knew him. He was her youth minister. She didn’t know this side of him. I was not sure if she knew this side of me. He made me fuck my whore cunt with a big dildo while telling my daughter her mommy was just a cum dump stupid whore repeatedly. He made me say all sorts of degrading things about myself to my daughter while he pissed in my face. He kicked me in the pussy while pissing down my throat. I just kept repeating over and over, “I’m a dumb stupid cunt,” while he humiliated me in front of my baby girl. She looked mortified and aroused. My master for the moment made it obvious that he wanted to fuck my daughter. She was a virgin still. I may be a submissive whore, but I am a good mommy. I wanted to fight him when he shoved his dick into her baby cunt, but I couldn’t. She looked at me for help, I looked away in shame as her former youth minister popped her cherry on my beige living room rug. Once he busted his nut into her swollen cunt, he made me lick her cherry juice off his cock. “Guess you are a worthless mother too, Bernie,” he said to me as he pointed to the huge red stain on the carpet. I am such a worthless whore, I let men do what they want to my daughter too.
Submissive Whore. If you look up the term, pretty sure you will see my picture, or at the very least a clear description of my life. My mother taught me at a young age, through example, that a woman’s job was to serve men, especially her husband. I got married at 20, started birthing babies immediately as a good wife is barefoot and pregnant, right? My mother greeted my daddy when he came home from work with a Martini and his slippers. In a more modernized world, I greeted my husband after a long day of work, naked and on all fours. His slippers in my mouth, his cold beer in my ass. I would blow him while he watched Jeopardy, then go make him dinner. My ass was the TV tray for his meal. I knew not to speak during dinner, because the TV was better company than my mouth. I am just a stupid cunt with nothing important to say anyway. When it was time for bed, I would blow him again, then let him do whatever he wanted to me. Usually, I was his bondage whore in the bedroom. He would tie up my hands and feet. Men like a docile woman when ravaging their asses. My husband was brutal too. Fists, baseball bats, wine bottles… anything huge, he liked to shove up my back door. I wasn’t permitted to ever cum. Nor could I speak or cry without being beaten. Sadly, my husband died in a car accident, leaving me empty. I have a former boss who has been a good surrogate as a Master, but he is getting up there in age and not able to use and abuse me the way he could a decade ago. My oldest son is attempting to fill the void left by his father because he knows a submissive slut like his momma needs constant supervision and training. I have gone from one Master, to many. Maybe you would like to be one too?
Submissive whore is what I am in every sense of the word. Always have been a good little bitch. I do as I am told. I never question orders, even if I know it will cause me a lot of pain. I take my punishment too. I try to be a good fuck slut, but I am a dumb stupid cunt, so sometimes I don’t follow instructions down to the letter, which gets me in a world of trouble with the wrong master. That happened this weekend. My boss pimped me out to his brother for the weekend. I was bought for the weekend to service a group of Japanese business men with peculiar tastes. Most Asian men I have known, just want to go to a titty bar filled with blonde whores with big tits. This group was into extreme BDSM. When I arrived, I was pushed into a dungeon. My master’s brother, immediately stripped me naked and put a ball gag in my mouth. The Asian posse cheered him on, giving him instructions on what to do to me. I was strung up in the air in some chained swing torture device. My surrogate master inserted a spreader bar to keep my legs open wide.
His guests lined up to whip my “whore” cunt. One after another, they took turns with a leather whip on my pussy. I got whipped so hard, I was peeing, which made them just want to whip me harder. Various items were used to torture my pussy and ass. Besides a wide assortment of leather whipping devices, I was fucked with wine bottles, fists, a baseball bat and an electric cattle prod. The more they shocked me, the more I pissed. It was a vicious cycle for me, because the more I pissed, the more intense the shock was but the shock made me piss more. I was in that dungeon all weekend. No food. No drink. The floor was my toilet. I saw none of the money, took all of the abuse. But that is a whore’s job.