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Submissive whore. That is what I am in every sense. I arrived 3 minutes late to work yesterday and my boss tied me to me office desk. Bound my hands and my feet. I knew there was more in store for me. After being left tied to the chair for about an hour “to think about the importance of punctuality,” he came back with his pants unzipped. I thought he was going to fuck me. He loves to violate my ass . Fill it with cum, cram a butt plug in and make me hold it in all day. I wished that was what he had planned for this submissive slut today.
He tilted the chair back, put his cock in my mouth. More like rammed it in. Then he took a nice long hard piss down the back of my throat. I tried to spit some out, but he held my nose and shoved his dick further down my throat, forcing me to swallow every last drop. He left me tied to the chair smelling like a urinal. He came back 30 minutes later, untied my legs. He ripped my panties off, shoved his cock in my tight ass and pissed up inside me. Instead of holding cum in my ass, I had to keep his piss inside me. He put the butt plug in my ass, tied me back up. I sat at my desk all day holding his piss in my ass.
I arrive to work an hour early today to be safe.
Golden showers phone sex is more popular than I would like! Yes, I am submissive, but not going to lie; I hate being pissed on; I hate drinking urine. I guess my first mistake is admitting that to any dominant man. I should know better. A few months ago, I had this man in my life. He didn’t care about safe words or limits. Just a real cruel master who did what he wanted. I was his submissive whore. He knew I was not a fan of water sports, so he took pride in making me his private toilet.
I was late for a date one time, and he was livid. He had arrived to pick me up and I was still primping. He slapped me, then forced me down on my knees and pissed a long stream into my mouth. I think even if I had not been late, he would have found a reason to piss on me. In fact, I am sure he planned it in advance. His urine tasted and smelled awful like he had just consumed a few pounds of asparagus. My make up smeared; I looked like a drowned rat but smelled like a drunk bum who had pissed himself for days.
I thought that was my punishment, but it was only the beginning. He forced me to piss in a cup and drink my own urine too. I had to chug it like it was a beer. I puked from all the piss in my belly, so he grabbed a big lock of my red mane and slammed my face on the floor to use me as a mop. I had to lick up the urine tainted vomit. Most disgusting thing a master ever made me do. As I was licking up my own bile, my daughter came home unexpectedly. She was suppose to be at her father’s for the night. She was horrified to see what I was doing.
I feared my Master would harm her too if she tried to intervene. I assured her I was okay, encouraged her to leave; but Master forced her over to me. Gave her the option of staying so I didn’t have to lick up puke anymore, or leaving and ensuring I would be eating shit on top of puke. The catch was she had to piss in my asshole. Lesser of two evils is how I saw it, so I begged my baby girl to piss up her mommy’s ass. She straddled me, tugged my asshole apart with her fingers and pissed right down my butt hole. Never been so degraded in all my life. I still stand by my choice, however. I would rather be pissed on any day than have to eat puke and shit.
What is the most disgusting thing you can think to do to a submissive slut? Wait, forget I asked that.
A BDSM phone sex slut never knows what kind of trouble she may get into. I love to have my limits pushed. Extreme pain, extreme bondage, even torture. I never say no to a master and I never use safe words, even if given that option. There was on time, however, I wish I had used my safe word. I was much younger, several pounds leaner and not quite as good with pain as I am now. A master wanted to experiment with extreme bondage restraints. He literally had me hanging by the rafters of the ceiling.
First, he tied me with such thick rope that it left marks on my body. Cut off my circulation so my skin started turning purple. Second, he had my limbs folded like some collapsible piece of furniture. I was not double jointed, yet he forced my arms and legs into unnatural positions for extreme restraint, for his amusement. I broke a couple bones because I was forced to remain tied up and hanging from the ceiling for 24 hrs. The weight of my own body pulled on the restraints in such a way that the rope left gashes in my flesh in certain areas. I still have scars from that day.
After hanging from the ceiling in the worst pain of my life for 24 hours, Master decided to lower me to about 4 feet above the ground so he could fuck me. I smelled like urine because I had no bathroom access. I pissed myself more than once. Master sodomized my ass for hours. He even fisted both my cunt and ass. I didn’t even have enough energy to whimper from the pain and humiliation. Every part of my body hurt. I was broken and battered, bloodied and covered in piss and cum. When he cut me down, I hit the concrete floor with such force, I broke my nose too.
He just laughed. Called me his submissive whore, pissed on my face and left me there. It took me almost another day to crawl to my car to get home. How I got home is still a mystery to me. But, what I do remember is that I am such a good subby bitch, you can literally break me and I will not complain. A good subby slut always does as she is told. Always takes her punishment, no matter how severe. Who doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.
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.