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Subby Discounts

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Hello Master, I know how much you love marking up this worthless body, so I’m happy to tell you about some discounts to give you more bang for your buck. Do you want longer than 10 minutes but don’t want to pay the exact price? We have a 21 minutes for $31.00 (41.50 INT), long enough for some bare bottom spanking fun. Do you have time on your lunch break and need some release? We have a 33 minutes for $48.00 ($64.50 INT) Long enough for you to whip my titties and flog my red, raw ass. Do you crave something longer? We have a 75 minutes for $125.00 ($162.50 INT) special that willleave your cock fully satisfied.

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Do you want to bring a friend? Another submissive for me to play with? Or maybe a fierce Domme that can put me in my place, chaining me to a table and raping my cunt with whatever happens to be on hand? We have a sexy discount of 15 minutes for $50.00 ($75 INT) Perfect for your superior needs. Don’t be shy, You’re in control here, call us now.

Fun With Phyllis

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I get called up to do another party, this time with other submissives, and the host is nice enough to allow us some time to speak to each other before the festivities begin. Her name is Phyllis and I think we’re gonna be good friends. She’s a sweet, southern girl, just the type that Masters love to play with. With her blond hair and those gravity defying titties, perfect for rope bondage, the Masters are gonna eat her up. She’s not nervous at all about the party, and she can’t help but attract some much deserved hate from the other submissives but us blonds gotta stick together.

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The Masters have us crawl into the dining room, they want us to put on a little show for them. We partner up, I make sure to grab Phyllis, and we start by kissing, battling for dominance with our tongues. I win, and move from her mouth to those supple titties, wrapping my lips against those luscious nipples. Licking and sucking, tracing with my tongue each pert peak, I kiss and nibble my way further south to her pink folds. I bite and suck her perfect pussy lips, wriggling my tongue deep into her folds and tasting her sweet honey hole.

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I sit up and spank her pussy a few times, I can tell how much she likes this even as she writhes around on the ground. I alternate between spanking her pussy and rubbing her clit. My cunt is getting so wet just watching her roll around on the ground, gasping and moaning. I reach up and pinch her nipples when the Masters want us to submit to them. Bare bottom spankings, paddles, whips and chains, but my favorite part of the evening was my time with Phyllis.

Fucking With The Wrong Bitch

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My Master brought a friend to play with me, of course I didn’t know any of this. I was still chained up in a big doggie kennel where he left me for 2 whole days, sitting in a puddle of my own piss. Good thing he hadn’t fed me in 5 days or I may have had a shit pile to deal with in a cage with no wiggle room. My master let me out by yanking on my leash, dragging me to the surgical table and strapping me in. He tells me to listen to Willow, then goes to his recliner in the corner to watch the fun.

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Willow, from snuffphonesex.com, saunters up to me with a smile on her face that sends bolts of legitimate fear down my spine. This is no run of the mill Domme, I sincerely believe that I may die today. She starts out slow, telling me what a good little slut I am, running her hands up and down my bruised flesh. Immediately my nipples harden under her touch, she doesn’t like that. She reaches up and spanks my breast as hard as she can, I’ve had paddles hit me that hard, what the hell does she practice on?!!

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Smack after agonizing smack with no breaks in between and I’m already sobbing. She takes her nails and scratches down my chest, drawing blood. She claws again and again, till the blood runs free down my sides. Then she climbs up on top of me and hikes up her skirt, adjusting her leather thong and lets loose a thick stream of hot piss, salty as fuck because it stung and burned. I’m screaming now, but in pleasure.

She smacks me on the face so hard that my ears ring. “Didi I tell you that you could enjoy this, you stupid, worthless, filthy whore?!! She grabs my hair and slams my head backwards, now I’m dizzy. Willow takes out a knife and carves the words into my flesh, “Just so you won’t forget them.”

Stupid, Idiot, Worthless, Ugly, Bitch, Cunt, all cut deep enough to draw blood and she hops off the table and picks up a cat o nine tails whip and starts flogging my pussy until I thrash around, desperately trying not to moan or scream. She picks up a wicked looking ridged dildo and thrusts it deep inside my pussy without warning. I can tell that I’m torn already, and the pace she set isn’t doing me any favors.

It feels like hours before she stops, I can’t take anymore. I woke up on the wrong side of the kennel and fucked with the wrong bitch today.

Tittie Spanking For A Good Girl

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Sometimes when I’m good, my master will reward his worthless pet. I love having my hair pulled, and bare bottom spankings, but my absolute favorite thing to do is having my titties spanked and whipped. Nothing gets my pussy hotter than feeling that black leather crash down on my skin, guided by an expert hand. My pussy drips feeling the pain on my nipples, the burning irritation that gets left behind as the blood rushes underneath the skin. I’m a moaning mess under the whip, and I can’t say no. I long for the whip to strike too hard and draw blood, but it won’t happen until my master wills it to.

“You’re a useless, worthless, filthy slut.” These are the words I get off to, the words that give my life meaning. “You have no purpose, you breathe because I allow you to, I can take your life away whenever I want to, you nasty whore.” My heart sings to hear these words as blow by blow rains down upon my nipples. Master reaches a hand down to my pussy and sees how wet I am. “Nasty little cunt is soaking wet.” He lifts his hand and spanks my wet pussy as hard as he can, once, twice, three times and then I have his permission to cum while he holds his pussy juice covered hand over my mouth and nose. I never come as hard as this.

Riding With Strangers

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Just another Thursday night, another job with another john. What could go wrong, right? Usually when I do a job, there are at least a few limits in place, mainly don’t kill me, don’t leave permanent damage, and leave me able to at least WALK AWAY from a job once we’re finished. The night starts off pretty per norm. Leather belts, wooden paddles, whips and chains, and bare bottom spankings. They seemed like a pretty solid group of guys, maybe one or two newbies. Wasn’t really my place to judge them, my place is on the floor, at their mercy.

First things first, me naked on the ground, crawling around with a ball gag in my mouth for their amusement. Pointy nipple clamps are attached to my sensitive nipples and hungry hands are roaming my flesh, pushing me this way and that. Spankings are administered, first with hands, then toys. The newbies are too rough, breaking my skin open too soon into the evening. That ruins the fun for everyone, the whole point is to draw the pain out throughout the entire night, I’m not supposed to be this bloody until morning.

The newbies are also too quick to bruise me, to break bones, which is sort of a rarity. They stomp my hands and ankles, hobbling my crawling to a snail’s pace. There is nothing sexy to me about any of tis and the other guys are put off as well. I’m bleeding heavily and barely able to limp out the door and onto the sidewalk when someone pulls up to me. “Help” is all I can say.

He puts me into his back seat, then drives for about five or so minutes. He pulls over and crawls in back with me, cock already out and leaking. I’m not wearing any panties, so it’s easy enough for him to spread my legs and thrust deep inside my pussy. It actually starts to feel really fucking good as he rocks that rod inside me and I’m enjoying myself as I feel him bust his nut in me. He drives me to the hospital and sets me on the sidewalk in front of the ER covered in blood and jizz. I’ll tell them I got mugged, or something.

Dreaming OF Ivy

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I’ve been reading up on some other websites and my all-time favorite is snuffphonesex.com. The girls there are HARDCORE, more so compared to me. What really threw me for a loop was the number of dominant and dead sexy females on this website.

My personal favorite is Ivy, now THAT is one twisted bitch! I could easily imagine my worthless self on my knees in front of the terrifying Goddess, ready to take whatever she sees fit to give me. I could beg like the pathetic whore that I am just for a scrap of her time, screaming for attention both positive, but mostly negative. I could provoke her into punishing me, eager to feel those perfectly manicured fingernails dig into my flesh as she twists and rips my skin.

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My pussy is dripping wet, just imagining what she could do to me, her perfect stilettos kicking and stomping my useless flesh, breaking bones and bruising organs. Her perfect hands slapping and punching my pretty face, my blonde hair being pulled and yanked as I’m dragged across the floor to a table filled with instruments of torture.

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Knives dragged across pale skin, spilling blood in delicate trails, digging down into muscle and hitting bone. The lovely Death enjoys the liberties she takes with my body as she carves and chisels my body into a more pleasing form covered in blood and viscera. I’ll writhe and moan as the blade dances across my left nipple, the pain such a rush. I’d cum so hard as the Goddess slowly chokes the life out of me. Can’t wait to talk to the ladies at snuffphonesex.com and make my punishment dreams cum true!

The Strangest Punishment

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By far, the strangest punishment I’ve ever had didn’t involve pain, just discomfort and sensory deprivation. Master began my initiation as his personal plaything by robbing me of my individuality, my sense of self, hell… All of my senses put together except for sight, sound, and smell.

Master zipped me into a skin tight black latex body suit, tied my hands behind my back, strapped a ball gag into my mouth, and left me on the floor.

For five days I lay in a puddle of my own piss, desperately clenching to hold my shot inside of my ass. No food or water, no relief, and what was even worse was the lack of communication or even acknowledgement from Master.

Even at my most disobedient, where I lie on the floor shrieking though my ball gag, writhing in my piss puddle trying to get Master’s attention, He just stepped over me and went about his business.

By day two I wanted to end our arrangement, by day three I just wanted to leave, but by day five I was in the most sensitive state that my body had ever been in in my entire life. I was drawn taut like a violin string with my quim trembling in anticipation.

Master didn’t say a word to me as he untied me, unzipped the suit, and physically dragged me into the bathroom and threw me onto the toilet as a rush of shit left my body. Still treating me as subhuman, Master tossed me into the shower and turned the cold water on high as he hosed me off, cleaning me fully with powdered detergent sprinkled on my body.

I’m dragged to the cleaning cupboard and am made to clean the messes I had left from my five day stay here. One thing is for certain now; I am deeply in love with my Master now, I exist only for his pleasures and his desires.

My Introduction To BDSM

submissive whore LeahMost people in the lifestyle choose to enter into it.
Safe words are put in place, limits are established, boundaries are respected.
My first taste of the lifestyle wasn’t exactly that, a taste.
It was more like a force feeding…
Shortly after the spanking incident I was walking home from the bar. I stupidly declined my friend’s offer to go with me, so that’s exactly why the men in the black van were able to grab me off of the street.
One minute I’m getting jump tackled and knocked out, then I wake up in a creepy warehouse with the lights off.
I’m tied up, but still in my dress. My panties are missing, but I feel fine. My arms and legs are trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey and I have no hope of moving by myself.
The lights go on, and to my left I see a group of women wearing latex body suits all tied to support beams. Various parts are naked and on display, so vulnerable looking..
A large group of men walk in, carrying an array of whips, paddles, knives, and…. candles?
They walk past me to the bound women, untying each one and throwing them to the floor.
They unzip their pants and piss all over the women, jeering at them and letting them know that this is all they’re good for.
Then they drag the women to a set of metal tables I hadn’t noticed before, shackling them to the tables and cutting open the suits in certain places.
One of them grabbed me and threw me onto a chair, leaving the gag on my mouth but taping my eyelids open.
They start on the women with the riding crops, slowly whipping their tits until their nipples begin to swell and bleed before moving south to their pussy lips.
Surprisingly, the screams aren’t really screams…
They use the thin twine to string up their breasts, pulling until the skin begins to go near blue.
The candles are lit and the wax is used to burn trails of pain down already abused flesh.
So that’s what they were for…
moans and sighs fill the air, confusing the hell out of me, but even I can’t deny how fucking turned on I am by the show.
The knives carve pretty patterns into creamy skin, slicing through latex. Red on black set on a pale canvas, such beautiful artwork.
The men all look at me, apparently it’s my turn….

My New Master

Submissive Whore Leah (1)As a Fuck toy, I don’t have choices in where I sleep at night.
One night I’ll be in someone’s bed getting my whore mouth fucked, the next I’ll be strapped to a concrete slab in some warehouse with the ropes wrapped so tight that I can feel my nipples going numb.
I can have any one of my wet holes filled with anything imaginable, and some unbelievable, at any given time, and it almost always hurts.
I rarely have a say in anything.
But the pain makes it all worth it, that rush when skin finally breaks and blood oozes, when flesh gets torn off of bone.
That’s how I end up spending the night with Him.
I showed up to his hotel room, he was traveling for work and lonely.
Lonely probably isn’t the right word, more like horny.
Happily married, well employed, a man content with his life, almost.
He had a secret, and I wouldn’t be in his hotel room if he didn’t need to fulfill that particular need.
He surprised me right away, he actually said hello to me, asked me how I was doing. He even took my coat off and asked if I needed anything, not the usual way that a Master would treat their property.
It made me uncomfortable, and he saw that right away. His personality shifted immediately as he glared at me and grabbed my hair, kissing me so hard that his teeth broke my bottom lip open.
I could feel my slit leak as he sucked my blood in his mouth and tore off my shirt and bra.
He shoved me to the floor and told me that he didn’t approve of the slutty way that I dressed, which confused me even more. I was wearing a thin halter top and a leather mini skirt so short that my ass cheeks hung out.
Don’t all Masters like slaves wearing as little clothing as possible?
He sat back on the bed and took off his belt, unzipping his pants to pull out a thick monster cock, rock solid and already leaking precum.
I wanted to suck that meat stick more than anything else in the world, but I may be a worthless whore but I’m not an idiot.
I sat on the floor until he gave me permission to crawl to him.
Once I got to his feet he dragged me over his lap and pulled off my skirt, then started cracking that belt over my entire ass, whipping it raw and bleeding until he moved on to my thighs, going all the way down to my knees.
I’m all drool and tears when he finally changes the belt for his bare hand, which is gently caressing my bloody bum. He makes me count out twenty very hard swats to my already abused ass before he is finally satisfied.
Then he flips me over and does the one thing that I was not expecting.
He holds me in his arms, firm cock pressing into my crack, and he tells me that he doesn’t like for his toys to show other men what belongs to him.
He strokes my hair and tells me what a good little slave I have been, then he tells me I can call him Paul.
I have had a lot of Masters, but only one of them lets me call him Paul.
The rest of the night was a gentle bliss filled blur.

Take It All Away

submissive whore leahYou can take my pretty clothes away, you can throw away my make-up.
You can toss my jewelry and shoes in the trash.
Other guys still look at me because I’m a pretty girl, and you don’t like that.
You can cut off all of my long, blond hair.
You can rip off my painted fingernails.
You can punch my luscious lips till they split open and my teeth fall out.
You can scar my smooth skin; brand it, slice it, burn it.
You can smash my flawless feet, toes to heels.
You can destroy my body until I am nothing more than three wet holes for you to use, to fuck, to violate.
You can do all of this, and I’ll love you for it.
You can do all of this, just because you can.