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Do you like bondage phone sex? I love being restrained and gagged. I was at a bondage club with some girlfriends the other night and I picked up this college boy. I love younger men, especially alpha ones. He was over 6 foot tall, big and burly. And, if he was at the club, he was a dominant man. I was bold. Invited him back to my place to pretty much do whatever he wanted to me. Being that tall, I knew he had to have a huge cock to shred my fuck holes. As soon as we entered my place, he went into alpha mode. Slammed me against the wall in a choke hold. Instructed me to listen to his every command. He made me call him Daddy. I tried not to laugh. Seemed odd calling a man younger than my oldest son, Daddy. But, I am a good submissive whore so I do what I am told. I fell to my knees to worship his cock. As he was skull fucking me, he pissed down my throat. His cock was every inch as big as I thought it would be. My throat was raw from the size of his shaft so his piss burned my esophagus. I started to choke and gag. I was about to puke up his piss when he grabbed my nose, and shoved his cock further down my throat, forcing me to swallow my own vomit. I was not expecting him to be quite that aggressive at his age. He said I reminded him of his whore mother as he spun me around, pinned my arms behind my back and beat my ass with his cock. He left me on the floor in fetal position. Cum running out my ass. I started to get up in an attempt to clean myself up when he tied me up, marked me with his piss and walked out the door. I was left bound, covered in his urine and cum for my son to discover. I guess he had some unresolved mommy issues.
According to my Master, the only thing better than a submissive whore, is two submissive whores. I was ordered to find him another subby MILF to play with that day. I know his type. He likes his MILFS to have a little meat on their bones and nice big natural tits. Loves a screamer. My friend Helen was perfect. She is not a full time subby like me, but she likes extreme play with the right man. Not sure my Master is the right man, but if I did not bring him a sexy MILF to play with, I would have been a black and blue MILF.
I told Helen I had a friend for her to meet; asked her to come by my office for lunch. The moment Master saw her big beautiful breasts, I no longer existed. She seemed smitten with him too. She wouldn’t be for long. Master is into extreme female bondage and pain. She was flirting with him, giving me a look of appreciation. I felt bad. But, I would sell my own daughter if Master told me to do it. When Master invited Helen into his private office, I knew she would soon regret being my friend. Didn’t take long before I heard her screaming. After an hour, Master ordered me into his sanctum. There was my friend, bound and gagged.
Her breasts were tied so tightly they were turning colors. It was clear Master had used them as punching bags. He is obsessed with boobs, but not in a good way. Not only had he turned Helen’s boobs black and blue with restraints and his fists, he had stuck hat pins through her nipples. There was my friend with mutilated breasts, a dog collar around her neck, strung up by the throat and her hands and feet restrained. She had been crying. I felt like a bad friend. My first emotion was not guilt, not even remorse for handing her over to a sadist. It was jealously. I was envious of the attention Master lavished on Helen while I was shut out of the office. I use to be his favorite girl, but he has grown bored of me.
Helen screamed, fought, showed pain. I’m more seasoned. I smile and beg for more. Master wants to hurt a bitch, but he doesn’t want her to like it. I need to learn to not show my pleasure in my pain like Helen does. I have lost a friend, but hopefully I can renew my relationship with my Master. In the meantime, maybe you can use me. Make it really hurt. Make me cry. Make me scream. Just like Master likes.
Bukkake phone sex sluts all have their beginnings. I didn’t always like cum. Let’s face it. It is an acquired taste. When I was a little girl my daddy made me his bukkake slave at parties. He would entertain out of town business men, primarily Japanese men. They introduced him to the world of bukkake fun. I remember this little Asian girl, she looked like a china doll, who was always around daddy and his associates. I soon learned that she was just as much a submissive whore as I was. She was not much older than I was at the time, but when I caught the eye of some Japanese men who were at our house to sign some documents, her and I became cum buddies.
I was still a school girl and she was barely legal, but daddy and his friends made us their cum sluts. This one party had over 100 men of all races and just us two young girls to entertain them. We had to crawl around on our hands knees sucking any cock we saw. Guys would just shoot load after load on our faces. My body was coated in so much cum I couldn’t even see. “Whore” was written on our foreheads in red lipstick. We swallowed so much cum we puked it up. But it was a bukkake party and we were the slaves, so if any cum hit the grown we had to lick it up.
At one point we were so covered in cum, neither of us could move well from the weight. I was puking up cum, pissing out cum and shitting out cum. I was sick for days from all the cum I consumed. Daddy didn’t care. His business associates and their friends liked a red headed little whore to wear their jizz, so after that I became a regular at the bukkake bashes. Thirty some years later and I am a total cum whore begging for guys to cum on me. I took a ton of cum as a school girl, but you should see how much I can take now! Practice makes perfect.
MILF phone sex sluts aren’t only into mommy sex fantasies. Yes I am a mommy, and a nurturing one at that, but in my family, my brats control me. My son texted me while I was still at work to give me instructions for how he wanted me waiting for him when he got home. He is very particular about his orders. If I don’t follow them exactly the consequences are usually very severe. He wanted me in pantyhose waiting for him on my bed. I waited eagerly for the chance to worship his cock after a long day at school but he never showed. Instead, he had 10 of his classmates show up. He pimped me out to his school pals. I had to blow everyone of them, even the ones with short stubby dicks. I knew if I didn’t act like a submissive whore for those boy cocks, my son would whip me senseless. I devoured every cock surrounding me. Let each boy drop a load of cum on me. Even let then each fuck me, sometimes 2-3 at a time. My bed was drenched in a sea of unknown boy cream so I washed the linens. When my son came home finally, he was displeased. I didn’t know how he could be since I blew each boy’s mind and cock. He smacked me and gave me 100 lashes with a whip. My infraction? Cleaning the bed linens. A dirty fuck pig deserves nothing better than sleeping in a throff of cum. He pissed all over the bed and is making me sleep in it instead. When I wake up in the morning, I bet he will piss in my mouth and abuse me some more.
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.