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So last night I became a total submissive Bukkake Phone Sex whore. It was just after ten pm last night and I was flirting with some of my brothers friends. I’m a bit of a flirt and tease to these guys and it pisses my brother off.
Next thing I knew my brother grabbed me and one of his friends helped and they tied my wrists behind my back. Then the two of them walked me to the basement where we have a bit of a dungeon set up. After all I have been a trained subby whore by the men of my family. And so has my Mother.
Now, I suppose you could say like mother like daughter and it would be quite true. Except one thing, I have always been dominant until a couple of years ago. Eventually I gave in to being trained as a submissive and find it a lot of fun.
Fast forward to last night. My brother and his four friends that were at the house decided it was a good time to teach me a lesson. A lesson about being a tease. So the five of them had me in the center of the room with my wrists tied over my head.
Then the five of them used my mouth and their hands to have a circle jerk with me in the center. Sooner than later I was being covered in so much cum. This was a little overwhelming at first then I came to like it. Each one of them had at least two thick gooey loads to expel upon me.
Sucking on those big balls. Taking that big dick down my throat as more dick slaps me in the face. The feeling of that hot cum exploding all over my naked whore body.
Obviously my owners can use me for Pissing phone sex anytime. But in all honesty I am quite in love with the feel of that warm urine cascading over my face, and body.
The first strike of the whip was a shock. Bondage and submission is what this Master has in store for me. Obviously that crack of the whip was a line of fire that made me cry out. But I was quickly silenced by a gag.
Following, each subsequent lash was a blend of pain and pleasure. Now that sting is mingling with the thrill of being under such control. In fact, my Master is an artist with the whip. And he is painting my back with welts, each one a testament to his mastery and my surrender.
Now the room is filled with the sounds of my muffled cries, the whip cutting through the air, and his heavy breathing. When He paused, his hands explored the marks he’d left. As it was soothing and then pinching, making me whimper behind the gag.
With a swift motion, he removed the gag, only to replace it with his command, “Beg for more.” My voice was hoarse, raw from my earlier screams, but I did as he asked, begging, pleading for more of his dominance, for more of the exquisite torture that was both my punishment and reward.
Finally he obliged, bringing out the clamps next, and attaching them to my nipples. This led to the sharp pain shooting through me. While grounding me further into this intense reality. Next, he tugged on the chain connecting them. While watching my reaction with a dark satisfaction.
Then came the edge play, a knife tracing my skin, the cold steel against my warmth. However, never cutting but always threatening, always reminding me of the edge we danced upon. Still, I am his canvas, his toy, his to mold as he saw fit.
When he finally allowed me release, it was like a dam breaking, overwhelming, almost too much to bear. Simultaneously I screamed his name. All while my body convulsing in the bonds, the pleasure tearing through me like a storm.
“Thank you, Master,” I murmured, my voice a whisper, my mind and body still echoing with the intensity of our shared experience.