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Submissive slut is something I embrace being. It’s a way of life. My lifestyle is to serve men and women sexually. And sometimes these services get really messy. Honestly I learned to love being covered in filth.
First I was getting throat fucked and gagging hard core. It was hard. And many times I would puke on myself and have it forced back into my mouth. This was part of my training as a cock whore.
Then it came to me and two other girls vomiting and sucking off all of these cocks. And these men got off on watching us vomit all over each other. Soon we were licking the piss and sperm based vomit off of each other while we continued to suck the dicks.
Finally a party happened about and we were getting bukkake and piss all over us. This made me really love sperm and piss.
My love cave is a bottomless pit and as the filthiest submissive slut dick loving whore I need it pounded. Fist me, fuck me, gape me, piss on me. There is not a thing that I can not get into with daddy love.
Last night my daddy visited a Thai Massage Whore House. When daddy gets his happy endings he needs me to lick his asshole when he returns. Evidently these little Thai whores really do a number with their fingers in his asshole. And jerking his dick empty.
Now that daddy got a simple hand job and an anal fingering he needed to shit. My daddy always has a good crap built up in his bowls and after fucking he needs to let them empty.
Always daddy’s good little whore I am willing to rim that asshole really good until he blows and shits in my mouth. It’s true daddy is so fucking nasty and so completely controlling over his filthy submissive whore. And my desire to please daddy and all of his friends is a strong need.
Often times daddy will have me on all fours with a collar and leash on. These are the nights daddy has his friends over for game night. Sometimes I am the snack table and stay at their feet with food on my back. Sometimes I am the urinal that follows each of the guys into the bathroom.
In these moments I am walked like a pet to the bathroom and will open my mouth for their piss. And sometimes I am to lick their assholes too. But this is my best use after all.
Finally make use of the vomit queen cum slut that I am, and throat fuck me. Use my mouth for a good time. In fact Use my body for your good time.
I kneel before my Master like a good Submissive Slut, my eyes cast down. I’m Eliana, 24, a switch who’s recently discovered the thrill of submission. At 5’9″, I can be intimidating, but in his presence, I’m a willing slave, eager to please.
Master towers over me, his dominance palpable. He’s shorter than me, but his control is absolute. He smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he unzips his pants. “Open your mouth, slut,” he commands, his voice dripping with authority.
Obviously, I obey, parting my lips as he thrusts his hard dick into my mouth. Then I gag, tears streaming down my face, but I don’t resist. After all I’m his to use, his personal fuck toy.
Then he grabs my hair, pulling me closer, his dick hitting the back of my throat. “That’s it, good girl,” he praises, his words sending a shiver down my spine. Just a good Pissing Phone Sex whore.
After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out, leaving me gasping for breath. He grins, his eyes dark with lust. “Turn around,” he orders. I comply, turning my back to him. He grabs my hips, pulling me towards him. His hands roam over my body, cupping my ass cheeks before spreading them apart.
Now He leans in, his breath hot against my skin. “You know what to do,” he whispers, his voice sending a thrill through me. I nod, lowering my face to his ass. I start licking, my tongue exploring his most intimate parts. As He moans, his grip on my hair is tightening. “Fuck, you’re good at this,” his voice strained with pleasure.
Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving me panting. Next He stands up, towering over me. “On your knees,” he commands. Without hesitation, I obey, my heart pounding in my chest. He grins, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re my little toilet slut, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
Again without hesitation I nod. While my cheeks burned with shame and excitement. Then He chuckles, unzipping his pants. “Now prove it,” he challenges, his eyes never leaving mine. With a deep breath, closing my eyes as he starts to piss. I open my mouth, letting the warm liquid fill it. As I swallow, my throat burns, but I don’t stop.
After all I’m his toilet, his cum slut phone sex whore, and I’ll do anything to please him.
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.