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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.
I’m a submissive slut 24/7. This guy picked me up at the grocery store today and I thought for sure he could tell by my demeanor what a subby whore I was, but I he was clueless, or so he said. We went back to his place and he appeared to want me to dominate him. I didn’t have a clue what to do. I just sat there dumbfounded. He wasn’t picking up on my submissive nature. I explained to him that we were two bottoms. Clearly this wasn’t going to work. As I started to leave, his wife came out. She was clearly a bitch in charge. He brought me home for her, not him. She grabbed me by the red mane and slammed my face against the wall calling me all sorts of names. Then she slapped a ball gag in my mouth and made her hubby tie me up. I wanted to apologize to her.
I am not a man stealer. But clearly I was an offering to his wife. I was just a pawn in some marital spat. She put a strap-on up my ass taunting her husband. I’d never been fucked by a female before, but I was liking it. He begged and pleaded to get his treat in his ass. He even apologized for being a bad bitch. Once my ass was swollen and she had taught her hubby a lesson, she threw me out like garbage. I was naked, partially bound still without my purse. Longest walk of shame I ever had. I was almost home, when a nice man offered me a ride. He thought I had been sexually assaulted . When I explained that I had just been part of some bondage and submission game gone wrong, he saw his chance to force fuck me. At least he drove him home before kicking my naked used body to the curb. Guess I should never go home with strangers.
Bondage phone sex is for worthless old whores like me. I deserve to be tied up and gagged. In my world, there are no safe words, no relationships built on trust. I want to not know if you are going to tie me so tight my circulation is cut off. I don’t want to know if you will ever remove my restraints. I personally do not care what you do to me. Tie me up and hang me upside down so I can be your punching bag. Tie me to the trunk of your car and take me four wheeling like I am a dead dear.
While I am hog tied, force fuck my holes for days. Fill me up with so much cum I could drown in it. Kick me in the gut and make me gag on my own puke. Piss down my throat marking your turf like a dog. Sit on my face and take a huge shit so I know what a piece of shit I really am. And when you are done having your fun with me, take me out to the dumpster and toss me out with the trash. I am a submissive slut. I live to be used, abused, humiliated and tossed out like yesterday’s garbage when you are done. Are you man enough to hurt a bitch?
I was home alone when I heard a noise in the basement. It was storming pretty bad, so I attributed the loud bang to the wind blowing the cellar door. That was until about a half hour later, when I felt hands around my throat choking me. As I started to scream, my intruder put a gag around my mouth to silence me. He pulled me by my hair into my bedroom, stripped me naked and tied me to the bed. I wondered if my son or one of my masters was behind this home intrusion. I didn’t recognize the man. He was older than me, pretty rough looking, sexy in a bad boy sort of way. I was sure someone I knew was behind this, so I didn’t get too scared. That was until he double fisted my fuck holes with no lube. Ripped my cunt and ass wide open. I was turned on by his power, his command of my holes, but scared too. I was not sure if this man meant to kill me or just violate my body. For hours he fisted my holes. My sheets were bloodied. He never put his cock in me. I was actually sad that he didn’t. What the fuck is wrong with me? I guess I am such a seasoned submissive whore, I even get turned on by a violent intruder. What kind of torture can you envision for me?