My wrists and ankles are so soar from being tied up last night, they are still raw and the rope even cut threw a little bit. My pussy is still convulsing from how many times I came last night as well, my knees wont stop shaking and all I can do is think about how good its gonna feel to do it all over again tonight. I want my legs to be hogtied behind me while my hands and writs are behind my back.
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I want to feel the rope dig into my skin as I wiggle and try to get away from the delightful pain that my master applies in whatever manner he sees fit to my body. I want to feel like the dirty little slut I know I am. I need to be punished for being this horny. and I want my body to feel every ounce of the pounding and pain that I kno
w I am gonna get.
I was told to pack my things. I started to cry and Master gave me a good whipping giving me something to cry about. I out lived my usefulness and he couldn’t teach me anything else about being a submissive. He traded me to another Master whose submissive is very stubborn. My new Master doesn’t seem to have the balls to train his bitch. Those are Master’s words not mine. I know better then to say such a thing. Any way I go to him and his submissive is coming here. I have no doubt that she is going to have a hard way to go, especially if she is disobedient. Punishment here is no joke and it is in one’s best interest to stay humble, never make eye contact and do exactly as you are told with out the slightest deviation. Out of the corner of my eye I can see chains and locks and whips being brought in. It’s almost time.
You said you wanted a submissive whore, but do you know how to be a Dom? Have you thought about what it takes to train a submissive whore and mold her into the perfect subby for you? There is more to this relationship them just bondage or punishment. What kind of Sub do you need to make you happy and what kind of Dom do you need to be to achieve that?
I know just what my Master wants and needs from me and I make sure that he is pleased with me at all times. He is moody and can go from being a kind and loving Master to showing no mercy at all if he is not happy.
He opens the door to find me with my back towards him, on my knees, hands on my thighs palms up, my hair down around my shoulders, totally naked and my eyes lowered. His drink is made and waiting for him and sitting on the table by the door. He can smell dinner cooking in the kitchen.
I do not move until he tells me to and I still don’t know if tonight i will dine with him at the table or at his feet under the table. This is the kind of submissive whore he needs me to be.
I know when it is time to put my bare ass up in the air for bare bottom spankings. It makes my cunt so fucking wet every time his hand comes down and meets my ass. I love the way my skin feels as the heat creeps in. I know he leaves his hand prints on my skin and I am marked as his property.
He soon gets tiered and his hands begin to sting. I dare not look but I can hear him open the drawer and remove my special paddles. I can feel my pussy quivering with anticipation for what is about to happen.
I don’t know if he took out the thick black ones for my bare bottom spankings or if he took out the wooden ones. They both mark me with some kind of derogatory term like slut, bitch, or whore.
He turned me over and gave me that look. His eyes danced with a mixture of excitement and lust. He gently stroked my hair and said, “This will bring us as much pleasure as it does pain my little Slave.”
As always I couldn’t stop the cum from squirting out of my pussy as he turned me over for the final step of my bare bottom spankings foreplay and the fucking he would give my cunt when he was done.
On my knees, hands on my thighs, eyes staring down at the carpet.
I know that you like me silent and submissive, waiting for your commands.
Obedient in every thing I do. I am here for your pleasure.
Pleasing you is what I live for.
Take me as you will. Mold me into your perfect little whore.
I worship you my Master.
We both know that women are meant to serve and please men. To be seen and not heard. To speak only when spoken to.
My cunt is soaking wet waiting for you to decide when I am worthy of your cock.
Will you fuck me today or will you use me as your cum dumpster? Will you keep me for yourself today or share me with your friends?
It doesn’t matter Master as long as you are happy, I am happy.
It was a dark black night and I was curled up in my cage sleeping peacefully. Suddenly the sensation of being lost between being asleep and being awake over took me. I could feel myself being lifted up and my heat beat faster in my chest. I couldn’t wake up and I couldn’t fight. The odd sensation was a new and erotic form of bondage in my foggy mind. It felt so real and yet it also felt like a dream. I could feel my nipples hardening and my cunt was twitching with the familiar desire to be fucked. Out of the darkness a speck of light appeared and began to grow in size and brightness. And then i saw him and felt the cold clammy hands on my body. I could feel the cold metal around my wrists and ankles as I was shackled and spread wide. I don’t know when my clothes came off but I knew I was naked because the cold air was covering my body in goose flesh. Somewhere between fear and excitement I felt the invasion between my legs and knew I was having an extraterrestrial sexual encounter. It felt so real and yet I couldn’t tell if it was or if I was dreaming. My body began to tremble with an intense orgasm. When i woke in the morning I was naked in my cage and the unmistakable smell of sex covered me and filled the air. No one is ever going to believe this.
It’s Father’s Day….everyone is trying to “please” you. Gifts, meals, blah blah blah….
What you really want is some kinky, raunchy, dirty fucking.
You want a day to just let your primal, caveman out.
You want to be THE FUCKING MAN.
I don’t blame you Daddy and your wish is my command.
I am your Sweet Southern Submissive and just thinking about serving you today and everyday, has my bald cunt twitching. I can feel the juice making my panties wet.
I imagine approaching you with my eyes lowered, my arms out stretched with my palms up. I cum to you humble and eager to please. Dressed in my sluttiest little number I can’t help but notice that your cock is getting hard.
“May I have the honor of worshiping your cock with my mouth?” I asked without looking up.
I feel your hand on my shoulder as you push me to my knees and with out saying a word you present your dick to me.
I take my time flicking my tongue over every inch of you, careful not to leave any of you untouched.
Your Father’s Day is about to change drastically.
He rented me for the day fair and square. Master has another submissive bitch he is training today any way.
He gave me a sexy little out fit and told me I was an FBI agent. i would break into your house to look for and recover a flash drive. Those are the only instructions I was given with the clothes in the pool house.
I had no idea where to look for this flash drive, What the lay out of the house is. If I will have to avoid people in the house. If there are cameras and where they are. If I am supposed to resist if I get caught or if I am supposed to be a good submissive and wave the proverbial white flag.
I stand there for several minutes not sure if I should just go or not, my stomach in knots. Finally I throw caution to the wind and head toward the house.
I sneak inside and begin my search. this is nerve racking not knowing what is around the next corner or what to expect.
Then out of no where there he was. He grabbed me from behind, arm around my neck hand over my mouth, dragging me across the floor. He shoved me down on my knees and made me intertwine and lock my fingers behind my head.
He had captured me and now he could do anything he wanted to me. Walking around me and surveying the situation. i could see the wheels turning in his head as he took the cuffs from my waste and clicked them on to my wrists. He grabbed them and dragged me down some stairs into a sex room like none I have ever seen. I was blind folded in an instant and he began his sexy bondage game.
It wasn’t rough and it wasn’t painful but it was very erotic and he was in complete control.
Tonight is the night that Master invites all his friends over that love to humiliate me.
The morning started just like it always dose when we are going to have an evening centered around their pleasure and my shame.
Before he left for work he locked me in my cage with no food or water. I will be here until they arrive and long after. I have already pissed all over myself. I couldn’t hold it any longer.
But that is what makes him happy. He wants me to smell of urine when the fun starts.
They will spend the evening pissing all over me in the cage. By the end of the night I will be covered in sticky cum and potent piss. My hair will be matted and I will be totally humiliated as their piss whore.
They love golden showers when they have me to piss on.
Finally they will pull me from the cage and they will fuck me mercilessly, shoving their piss covered cocks in all my holes, making me swallow their cum and piss until they have had enough.
I will be shoved back in my cage at the end of the night and not allowed to shower until in the morning.
is it wrong that my pussy is wet knowing what is cumming?
Every time we have a Friday the 13th, Master rakes up the dough. Tonight will be no different. I always think I am ready but I never am. Friday the 13th is beyond what is considered a dominant and submissive relationship. Or at least I think it is. Men that are more sadistic and into pain and torture pay master to have their way with me. They do things they would never do on a daily basis with girls they take out or with their girlfriends. Master does not give them any restrictions. His only rule is that he gets to watch every minute of the action. It’s a dark and evil night where they all release a side of themselves that they keep locked away, at my expense. The last time there was a Friday the 13th it took almost a week for me to recover and I still had to be there for my Master during that time, no excuses.
