Master loves the smell of leather. Sweaty, old, used leather. He loves to put the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and leave me in them for days. Then they have that certain smell that drives him wild. He takes them off and inhales the scent and i watch as his dick gets hard instantly. He rubs the smelly leather on my body covering me in the special smell that he loves so much. Then he grabs me and throws me to the floor taking me, owning me, shoving his cock into me so hard and rough that it feels like he is ripping my pussy opened. I try not to let it show that I love his abuse. But my pussy always gives me away and serves to inflame his rage to the breaking point. It is a strange fetish I know but it is also very erotic.
He called me into his room and pointed at the bed. I knew without asking that he was instructing me to put on the clothes he had laid out for me. A black corset, a pair of matching t-backed panties, elbow length black gloves and a pair of silver and black fuck me heels.
I complied without saying a word or looking into his eyes, just like a good submissive. Sliding on the final glove I dropped to my knees, placed my hands on my thighs, palms up and stared at the floor silently.
I saw his feet as he approached and felt the silver spiked black leather collar wrap around my neck before I heard the familiar sound of the the pad lock clicking into place.
Pulling me up by the back of my hair, he led me to the cage that was much to small for me. Crawling in side and curling up I could feel the metal against my flesh. I heard him laugh as he sensed my discomfort and felt the familiar rush of pussy juice escaping between my cunt lips.
Soon his guests began to arrive and the booze was flowing as they circled my cage spitting on me and calling me a filthy whore, cum slut, etc. I know better then to reply or recoil from their taunts and abuse.
Suddenly the phone rang and I heard him confirm that it was time for the bukkake phone sex to begin. He assured who ever it was on the other end that it would be well worth the money he paid.
The phone was placed on speaker and I heard pants unzipping in preparation for their fun. I lost count at ten and could only guess how many of them were there.
Suddenly I was surrounded and I could see several rows behind the first of men waiting for a turn. The sound of them bukkake phone sex off is a familiar one and I knew that soon I would feel the showers of jizz rain down on me.
How long it would go on, I didn’t know. How many loads would be hot sticky cum and how many would be warm piss would be a mystery to me forever. All I know is that what serves as my humiliation, is another man’s pleasure. 
It’s four thirty and Master gets off work at five. I am wearing his favorite leather strapped outfit and I am on my knees, forehead to the floor, ass high in the air, like a good submissive whore, waiting for him to arrive. He called earlier and told me had a bad day already so I know that he will be taking it out on me. I have followed his instructions to the letter but that doesn’t matter. It seems like I have been waiting forever when I hear the key in the door. Master rushes in and I dare not look up at him. I can hear him unbuckle his belt before I hear the leather cutting the air and stinging my flesh. I try not to jump and scream. It takes every ounce of control I have, The spankings are severe today and I know more is about to cum.
Master fucked me so hard last night. He had a bad day and took it all out on me.
Just touching my sore pussy is sending jolts of pain through my body and hot pussy juice is escaping my cunt lips.
Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, I can’t take my hands off myself. Master would be so mad if he knew I was doing this, but I can’t stop.
The knock on the door brings me back to reality and makes me jump.
Reluctantly I put on my robe and answer the door. Standing in front of me is a skinny boy that looks like he could be a girl with no shape. He is selling cleaning products door to door.
I shouldn’t, but I invite him in and show him a stain that I haven’t been able to get out of the carpet. When he bends over to treat the stain with his product I can’t stop staring at his tight little ass.
I don’t know why but the overwhelming urge to grudge fuck that ass with my strap on comes over me.
I begin to fantasize about what it would be like to be the one taking all my frustrations out on someone else.
How would it feel to rip his pants down to his knees and just fuck him hard and deep, not caring if I rip him opened or not?
What would it feel like to be the dominant one for a change and not the submissive?
Suddenly I realize my robe is opened, my hand is on my pussy, and I am cumming hard. The feeling of it dripping down my leg snaps me back.
There he is looking up at me with wide eyes and an impressive cock in his hand.
I shouldn’t. It is a grave indiscretion. But I let him fuck my sore and dripping wet pussy.
Guess he is going to have another stain to clean.
I am used to being loaned out to pay Masters debts. Last night Master lost big time and I am the payment. He got me for two nights not one. This time I don’t mind. He reminds me of my younger years. When I first became a submissive whore and daddy started my training. Daddy loved to tie me up after a long hard day at work and take all his frustrations out on me. After he was done spanking me and fucking me and cumming all over my little body. He would take me in the bathroom and clean all the sticky mess off me. he would wash it all out of my hair and then get me dressed and take me shopping for something nice. I never complained when daddy was using me. This man was exactly the same way. Maybe Master will loose me to him again sometime. I like being his submissive whore.
He put a pair of cute little black panties on me and a cute little lack laced bra. My black collar with it’s silver spikes locked firmly around my neck, Nipple clamps on and tightened all the way down. Ball gag is in place and leather cuffs locked on my wrists and ankles. Master has a lesson set up for me and I have to be shackled and paying close attention. It seems master has discovered the pleasure of prostate massage and I learn from the best what prostate milking is all about. Of course I can’t be free to speak or move while being taught, thus the shackle and ball gag. My confining state will insure that I am paying close attention and that I don’t miss any of the lesson before me. As soon as she is done showing me I will have a demonstrative quiz to insure that I learned well. If I don’t pass I know that I will be punished so I must pay close attention.
He watches porn often. Usually I am right next to him and he acts out the scenes with me. I am whipped, tied up, fucked, used and abused just like the porn star on the screen in front of us.
But last night he locked me in my cage and watched by himself. I could hear the porn clearly and even with out the TV glowing in front of me I knew exactly what was going on.
I expected him to drag me out of my cage when it was all over and act out his favorite scenes. But the TV went silent and he never came.
Feeling frustrated, I curled up in my cage and was soon fast asleep. My dreams were filled with images based on what I heard coming from the bedroom.
Suddenly the images in my dream were reality as I felt the searing pain of being dragged from my cage by the hair. Then the blow to my head and everything went black.
When I came to I was bound and in the car, speeding down the highway. It was just like it was in the movie he was watching and I knew what would happen next.
I was about to be beaten and abused and left on the side of the road, bleeding and full of cum….
Master was at work when the phone rang.
“Hello”
“Are you being a good little submissive whore today?” His deep voice reverberated through the line.
Instantly I became wet, my throat dry and my hands began to shake.
“Yes Master”
“Go get the dried beans out of the cupboard and pour the bag on the floor in a pile.”
“Yes Master”
“Now go get your nipple claps and the cat o nine tails”
“Yes Master”
“Take off all your clothes except your panties and kneel on the dry beans”
“Yes Master”
“Put your nipple clamps on and tighten them down”
“Yes Master”
“Now whip your tits with the cat o nine tails”
“Yes Master”
“Harder I want to see the whelps when I get home. No touching that wet pussy”
“Yes Master”
“Now your back. Harder”
“Yes Master”
“Now your wet pussy. Harder. Harder”
I could hear him cumming on his end of the phone but I dared not let him hear me. His lunch is over. He will check me for whelps when he gets home.
When Joel came home he knew with out asking that I had been a bad whore.
When I gave him the package the UPS driver had brought for him he REALLY knew. I couldn’t lie when he asked me if I had been a bad slut. I had to tell him that I sucked the balls off the sexy UPS driver. I couldn’t help it he was so fucking sexy in his brown uniform.
Joel told me I would have to be punished. I knew that was cumming and my cunt was already wet with anticipation.
First he made me go get the smallest vibrator i had. He knows I like the big one but I had been a bad whore and needed to be punished so all I got was the little tiny one.
He made me put on nothing but my nylons and lay on the bed. Pulling them down a little bit he had me put just the tip of the vibrator in my ass and turn it on.
He knew that would just tease me and make me want more. But that was part of the punishment.
When I couldn’t stand it any more he made me shove it all the way in and pull my nylons up before he spanked my ass till I was crying and begging for mercy.
All while having to admit what a bad little slut I had been and how I deserved to be punished.
My punishment wasn’t slow and included nipple clamps and pain and more begging.
Eventually I can convince Joel that I will be a good girl and he lets me cum. But we both know that I will fuck up again and have to be punished like the submissive whore that I am
My old Master got tiered of me and sold me to a new Master.
This one is so different and it is taking some getting used to.
He isn’t a mean Master and yet I still must be submissive, just in a different way.
he comes home from work and I know to stand immediately and greet him with a smile, but I no longer have to avert my eyes or flinch when he moves. He only administers bare bottom spankings when I forget my place.
I greet him by asking how his day was as I scurry to fix our meal. I must serve him first and then ask permission to sit and eat. But I get to eat next to him at the table, not off the floor out of a dog bowl.
I must always call him “Sir” not “Master”.
He doesn’t fuck me hard and rough but he does like to face fuck me without reserve. The first time he did I chocked a little and received the first of the few bare bottom spankings I have received since becoming his.
I am still getting to know him and what he likes but I am a good girl and learn quickly. I know I will be serving him well.
