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My boss was out of the office for a few hours. I know the rules. But, I thought it would be fun to play around in his office for a bit. He would never know. I sat in his big comfy office chair and masturbated. He never lets me cum, so I played naughty secretary at his desk. I should have known better. He had a hidden camera in his office because he cannot trust me. He texted, “Someone needs more slave training.” I knew I was in trouble. I went back to my office, scared, awaiting my punishment.
There was no apologizing to master. I violated the trust. I needed punished. I needed slave bondage. He made me disrobe. I received 32 lashes with his whip. A lash for each minute I sat in his office chair. He put nipple clamps on my worthless tits and attached a chain to my clit so when he yanked it, he hurt all three of my sensitive spots at once. He was just warming up. I had to put on the sensory deprivation suit. I hate it. It restricts my movement and breathing. Plus it is so tight on my curvy body, I sweat like a pig. Master suspended me in his office, above his desk. I was hanging like a bug trapped in a spider web. Sweating, struggling to breathe, unable to move, receiving electric shocks to my breasts in 32 second intervals. Master loves to punish me.
I hung above his desk not for 32 minutes, but 32 hours. When he released me, I was close to passing out. “Next time you violate the rules of the office, I will leave you hanging for 32 days, whore,” he seethed as he spit in my face. I cleaned up and completed my work duties. I am both scared and aroused by my master. I’m such a punishment whore.
When I arrived to work yesterday, I had a surprise waiting for me. Master had another bondage whore named Bo tied up at my desk chair. Apparently, she was sent as a temp to help me out with a big law case pending. She arrived early and fucked something up so he restrained her at my chair. He wanted my help in teaching her a lesson. I’m a submissive whore. I don’t know how to be a dominant bitch. Master was not happy that I questioned his order and smacked me hard across the face. The look on Bo’s face told me she was not hired as a paralegal temp.
She was a MILF whore just like me. Only difference being she was the hourly kind. Master just wanted two bitches to play with today. Two hot MILF bitches. I hesitated on smacking her again and this time Master tied me to the chair and freed Bo. She wasted no time using me as a punching bag. She went at my big fucking tits like she was Mike Tyson. Master was stoking his dick watching her use my boobs as punching bags. I struggled to get loose; I understood the game now and wanted to play, but snooze you lose.
Bo wailed on my titties for what seemed like an eternity. They were black and blue by the time Master freed me so I could fight back. He watched as we wrestled each other in his office. I had no clue what I was doing. Bo, however, clearly was the Ronda Rousey out of us because one punch to my face and I was out cold. Woke up tied to the desk with cum all over my face and loser written in my own blood on my forehead. Master apparently likes seeing two sluts fight each other. He said next time he would toss us in a cage naked and see who comes out alive.
Submissive phone sex sluts often make friends with other subs in clubs. I met Dorthy at an underground BDSM club when traveling with my boss on a business trip. Our masters knew each other. They were business associates and shared the same predilection for submissive fuck sluts. Although neither of us are allowed to be with other men, our masters decided it would be fun to swap sluts. So Dorthy spent the night as my Master’s submissive whore and vice versa.
No two masters are created equally. And as both Dorthy and I discovered, when a master has the chance to play with another fuck slut he is far more cruel. I guess because there is no bond. No connection. No trust. I dressed sexy for Dorthy’s master as I was instructed. I waited for him in sexy lingerie on the hotel bed as instructed. Honestly, I was excepting a sensual master. One like Christian Gray. Dorthy had indicated she was pretty much just a pretty bondage whore with spankings and some light BDSM. That would be a relief from the extreme pain and torture my master inflicts on me.
I didn’t get sensual domination. I got abused so badly, my body and face were unrecognizable for days. Essentially, I was a punching bag. There was no code word. I had no say, no control. I wondered how Dorthy fared with my boss. He is a pretty cruel and capricious master, however, he never touches my face unless to piss on it or give it a light slap. When I met up with her the next day, I was jealous to learn that Master spoiled her. Took her to the spa to be pampered. She got a hot stone massage, a facial and a mani /pedi. I have been my boss’s slave for decades, and have not even received a birthday card.
Dorthy and I have remained friends, but I am still jealous over the way she got spoiled by my master, especially considering that I got beat to a pulp by her master. I was afraid to ask him why he spoiled her and not me. But on the flight back I did. I knew in front of others he would not punish me. “Bernice, you are just an used up old whore. Dorthy is a young vibrant slut. Men don’t spoil old bitches,” he explained. Is that true? Do I deserve more wrath and disdain because I am mature? I learned a valuable lesson that trip. Not all submissive sluts get treated equally.
Slave bondage films are something I enjoy watching. I made the mistake, however, of watching one at work. It was really hot. About a busty MILF like me being bound and broke by a big black master who used her as a black breeding whore. I’m in my 30s, so I can still get knocked up. I fantasize about being a breeding bitch all the time. Master is white. His cock is nowhere near the size of the black daddy I saw on the porn film. Master smacked me hard across the face, broke my laptop and called me a dirty nigger loving whore. Perhaps I am.
Master was like if you want to be a nigger slave, I will make you one. He got out the biggest black dildo I have ever seen. It was like 16 inches. Huge. He tied me up first. He didn’t want me resisting. He shoved it down my throat and held my nose. I was gagging. “If you want to be a slave to big black cock, you better be able to handle their meat whore,” he yelled as he continued to ram that thick black dong down my throat. My eyes were watering; I was gagging; I almost puked. He took the rubber dick and jammed it up my ass. It hurt like hell. I tried not to cry. Slave training is always painful. Master was teaching me how to be a good slave for nigger dick.
As he was force fucking my ass, he jabbed my cunt with his fist. According to him, big black cocks are so big it feels like you are getting double stuffed. He pulled the shit covered dildo out of my ass and made me clean it up. When I grimaced, he pulled his dick out and pissed in my face. He was training me to do whatever disgusting painful thing he dished out. “You think I am bad you submissive whore. Wait till a black posse gets a hold of you. I will look like Gandhi in comparison,” he seethed. All day long he used me roughly. He was clearly angered over my curiosity about black cock. He finally left me alone. I was still tied up. Covered in piss. Smelling like a toilet. Gaping asshole . Swollen pussy. He wrote on me with a sharpie “Black Spunk Only.” I didn’t know what that really meant until he returned with about 12 huge black men.
Be careful what you ask for…
As a bondage whore, I love to be restrained. For hours or for days. My son loves to tie me up, force fuck me and let me guess how long he is going to leave me bound and gagged. This weekend he was in a particularly nasty mood. Not sure what I did to piss him off, but he was not happy with his mommy. He stormed into my bedroom Friday morning, dragged me naked out of bed and slapped a ball gag in my mouth. He preceded to restrain my limbs. My hands were secured behind me, my feet tied together.
I could only hobble. He tossed me on the ground and began to force fuck his mommy. I was like his punching doll. He took all his aggression out on me. He rabbit fucked me for about an hour before dumping a load of cum all over my face. I thought for sure he would release me since he got his anger out. He pissed on me and left me there on the floor, tied up and smelling like a toilet. I begged him to let me go, but he left the house. I didn’t see him again until late Sunday night. I spent the weekend in my own home tied up and gagged. I got resourceful. I drank out of the toilet for water, just like a dog. I even ate the dog’s food to satisfy the hunger pains.
Just what my son wanted. A human pet. When he came home to untie me, he slapped a collar and leash on me and told me what a good bitch I was going to make. I will be a good bitch for you too.