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I am a 24/7 submissive whore. I don’t just play one on the phone. Ask my boss. For over 20 years I have been his private slave. You would think by now, I could anticipate his every desire, his every whim, but, I am still often caught off guard. I was instructed to show up to work this am in something sexy yet professional. I thought white thigh highs and pretty lacy white panties under a professional blouse and skirt would fit the bill. It always had in the past. But I did not wear the right amount of slutty for his taste and I was punished, as I should have been. I was lazy in my dress this morning and didn’t put proper thought into what might bring my Master the fullest satisfaction.
When he saw me sitting on my desk, with my legs spread, ready to please him however he desired, he smacked me across the face, yelling “Stupid worthless cunt.” I fell to my knees and kissed his feet apologizing a thousand times over how sorry I was. I begged for a second chance to please him, but he ripped my clothes off; flipped me over and force fucked my ass really hard while squeezing my wind pipe. All I could do was choke and wait for him to finish. It wasn’t enough for him. He dragged me by the hair with cum leaking out my ass and threw me on the stockade. Restrained me to the device then fucked me some more. After he dumped another load of cum inside me, he broke out the cat of nine tails and whipped me till my skin broke.
I went back to work, bleeding and battered because a good submissive slut accepts her punishment no matter how painful and continues to do what is expected of her. Tomorrow I will be more attentive to Master’s wants. I am grateful to have such a benevolent Master to give me a second chance to get it right.
As a submissive whore, I got curious about why I am the way I am. For as long as I can remember , I have been a beta. Never have wanted to be dominant. Never tried to fight a man with a strong will or a strong hand. I’ve never even been a filly that needed broken. I just always assumed I was born submissive, just like some folks are born gay. Recently, I discovered a big steamer trunk hidden in the attic that belonged to my mother. I had to break the lock to get it open, but what I found answered a bunch of questions. It appears that perhaps I inherited a submissive gene. That trunk was filled with BDSM equipment. Vintage restraints, nipple clamps, paddles and bondage gear. The best part discovery was a box of photos. Old black and whites of my mom. There were 100s of photos of her in various restraints and bondage positions. My favorite set was of her tied to a chair with mousetraps on her nipples.
I suspect my father was her master. He was my first master. Was it possible he owned us both and never let on to the other? Or had I replaced mommy as his subby bitch? Because I never had a clue my mommy was submissive. But, I was so turned on knowing that my submissive nature was inherited not learned. For me it is a mix of nature and nurture. I am sure I learned some submissive behavior from watching her with my daddy, even if unconsciously. I cleaned up my mom’s old equipment and called my son over. He likely inherited his dominant nature from my daddy, and my boss, who is his biological father. He just doesn’t know that. My son was more than happy to tie mommy to a chair, affix mousetraps to my nipples and whip me for hours. I got so wet imagining my gingered mommy getting treated like a fuck pig that I came in my panties. My son got so turned on knowing grandma was a pain slut too he fucked my ass while wrapping a pair of her pantyhose around my neck. If my mommy can see me from wherever she is, I hope she proud of her little whore.
Submissive phone sex means I am submissive to you. Actually, I am submissive to anyone and anything, even demons and other non entities. A few years ago, I was asleep in my bed, bound to the bed posts and gagged by my Master who would release me in the morning. Fast asleep; helpless. Yet I somehow awoke in a very dark place. It looked like my bedroom, but not my house. Was I dreaming or had I been kidnapped from my bedroom? I was trembling, scared. Had master arranged a midnight encounter? Then I felt something huge penetrate my ass. Something hot and very thick. I couldn’t see a thing, but I felt it. The same sensation hit me from the front. Huge, hot, spiked dildos is what I thought. Then I was lifted up in the air. How was Master doing this? Had he drugged me with something hallucinogenic?
I felt strong warm, really warm, arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. So tightly, I thought I would I burst. I was clearly being double penetrated. But by who and where? I’m a good submissive fuck pig. I allowed whomever was molesting me to continue uninterrupted. The question was not who was fucking me but what. There were mirrors in the dark room. I saw my reflection and the red glow of a demon. Horns, razor sharp teeth, dragon like extremities, snake like skin. Was I in hell? Had I died? I wanted to scream, but I told myself this was some sort of nightmare or drug induced hallucination. If it wasn’t, surely it was staged by my Master. Perhaps an elaborate rape fantasy.
I was force fucked by Satan or his spawn for hours. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed again, restrained like before. No one in sight. My pussy and ass filled with some gelatinous material, and gashes all over my body. And a pentagram branded on my inner thigh. I was the devil’s bitch too.