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.
I don’t know how Master finds these things out or if he makes them up for his own pleasure. He claimed that last Sunday, January 3rd was Humiliation Day.
I was informed that there would be a party in my honor and solely designed for my humiliation.
Part one of this humiliation was that I would clean the house from top to bottom until it was spotless for this party, totally naked while being whipped by master at every turn, as well as prepare all the food and drink and set everything up buffet style so that my services would not be needed for serving.
I was then placed in my cage for presentation to the guests who would humiliate me over the course of the party.
At first the humiliation was not so bad. I was marked with permanent marker all over my body with a word written by each guest. Things like slut, worthless, garbage, cunt….
As the guests became more intoxicated things progressed. I was peed on, shit on, puked on, used and abused in every way imaginable.
By the end of the evening I was a mess and humiliated as I have never been before.
When it was all said and done Master told me that this was a lesson. And the lesson that I learned was that my worst humiliation is only someone else’s monetary entertainment and that is the only thing I would ever be good for.
The last time Master went shopping he took me with him on my leash. I had to crawl along the sidewalk next to him being very careful not to get ahead of him. I always have to stay next to him or behind him like a good submissive. As we got to the bar he was headed for we passed a dress shop. Master stopped and was looking at the things in the window. He pointed to a particular dress. Short and black and very sexy and asked me if I liked it. I responded that I did very much. He smiled and continued on to the bar.
When we got there I was a good little pet, never getting up off the floor. Licking his friend’s shoes clean and lapping up the drinks that were spilled on the floor.
Today Master went out by himself. The phone rang and it was him. I answered it after the proper number of rings.
His voice came over the line, “Do you remember that little black dress that we saw my pet? The one that you liked so much?”
I licked my lips, and replied in a faint voice, “Yes Master”
My heart skipped a beat thinking he was buying it for me to wear for him.
“I am here at the store where we saw it”
“Oh Thank you Master! I don’t deserve it I am a slut after all.”
He laughed and said, “I am not there anymore. I didn’t even stop. I am in the bar now getting drunk and laughing at your stupidity”
Master woke up this morning in a very festive mood. I found him in the living room dressed as Santa with several toys surrounding him including a leash and collar. Being a submissive whore my pussy was dripping wet in an instant. I couldn’t wait for my Christmas present. With my eyes lowered I approached him and dropped to my knees. Even from down here I could smell the whiskey and he was swaying. To my surprise he ordered me to get up. “I have something different in mind for us today, my little whore” he said in very slurred speech, He lifted my chin and said that he wanted to be my submissive Santa this Christmas. His dick was rock hard under his velvety red Santa pants and my body responded in kind. Taking the collar with shaking hands I fastened it around his neck and snapped the leach in place. At first I was timid and scared but he urged me to go for it. I shoved him roughly to the floor and pulled his pants down for a good bare bottom spanking with the whip. As his ass got red and hot I got more and more turned on. His dick was throbbing and jumping and his balls were contracting. I knew he was going to cum all over his Santa suit. I ordered him to stop and not waist that cum of his. I drank it all up before making him my bondage whore for the afternoon. Merry Christmas to me!
Being a submissive whore is the only thing I know. Yesterday master wanted to decorate the tree for the holiday season, he stuffed my cunt full of tree ornaments, they were the old glass kind and as he stuffed them in my pussy and there was no more room, they would break from the force of his shoving the next one in. My pussy was bleeding and cut from him forcing more and more ornaments in me. \When he was done he pulled them all out and put me face down and ass up filling me with whiskey so that he could drink it out of me. I was his human flask, It burned so bad but I new better then to cry out or complain. That would have earned me more punishment. I know how to be the best submissive I can be and to tell you the truth when it was all over the juices that my pussy produced were very soothing.
Usually when I am not the good submissive whore that I am supposed to be Master dishes out corporate punishment, flogging, gang bangs , bare bottom spankings, things of that nature. If the offense is more severe it will be addressed by withholding food and drink or locking me in my cage for long periods of time, not even letting me out to use the bathroom. But never has Master done what he did to me last night and I am furious. Of curse how mad I am is of not relevance to anything and this is the only place I dare vent. I don’t know what would happen if Master ever saw this, But right now I am willing to take a chance. Last night he threw a huge holiday bash. Usually I would be serving his guests; every whim. I love these parties and how he lets me serve then all. But not this time. This time he locked me in my cage in the middle of the room with a sign that said “Do Not Feed The Subby” Everyone walked around the room and ignored me. It was like I didn’t exist. i couldn’t say or do anything. I could hear Master laughing and joking about me while he flirted with other women. I have never been so mad! I need to be out serving Master and his friends, even if they degrade and use me. At least it is some type of acknowledgment that I exist. I am still in this cage and Master has not so much as breathed in my direction.
I love the holidays but Thanksgiving is a special holiday in our house. Master buys all the fixings for a huge diner and I spend the day before Thanksgiving naked in the kitchen cooking his favorite dishes while he barks orders at me and keeps my ass nice and red with spankings as cum drips down the inside of my legs. On Thanksgiving Day Master dresses me in his favorite pink waitress outfit and invites all his single male friends over for a feast. I serve them dutifully all day long. After dinner I serve them drinks while they relax and watch the game and I clean up. By the time the game is over they are all horny and drunk and I get all their attention. I know to be naked and waiting in my cage before the last play of the game. My pussy is wet knowing what will cum next. I silently give thanks for the abuse and attention that I crave and deserve.
I knew when he pulled his cock out and started jerking it while ordering me to suck his balls as he watched his latest bondage porn that he found the methods used to his liking. Just as the porn was coming to an end I felt the smack across my face before I felt the jet of cum spew all over my face before he shoved me in my cage. Laying here covered in his cum I finally move to wipe it off as I hear the door slam. He will be home soon with some new contraption that reminds him of the film we just watched and he will be using them on me. I shake and my pussy convulse.
When your born to be a submissive whore it is all you know. So when I see all the romantic crap they show on TV or in the movies I just can’t relate. I know deep long passionate kisses on screen make most women weak in the knees and all horny and turned on. All I can think about is how incomplete it is without him biting her lip and drawing blood. When i see a love scene where a man is gently caressing his woman and she is being brought to the heights of passion by his sweet embrace. All I can think about is how much better that would be if her tits had nipple clamps with rings that were attached to rope and hooks in the ceiling, pulling them so taunt that the pain turned to pleasure. And how much more he would love it if in addition to that her wrists and ankles were bound to the corners of the bed so that she was spread eagle and vulnerable to his touch. Top all that off by blindfolding her so that she can’t see what is coming. Make her smell the fresh leather of the whip as you run it over her body watching the goose flesh form as she anticipates when the stinging crack will touch her tender skin changing it from alabaster white to crimson red with small droplets of blood rising to the surface waiting to escape through the pores so that you can lick it from her body. I don’t know about you but the thought of having heated sex like this has my pussy all wet and aching to cum. That other vanilla, fairy tale shit is for the birds and would never make my pussy such a cream covered mess. 
The pure evil was shooting from his eyes. The mean was oozing out of his pours. Just his presence made my pussy wet and my body shook with fear.
I tried not to let it show that he was exciting me more then intimidating me because I knew what would happen and that is when I felt the first solid smack across my face. My head snapped back and my face stung from where his hand connected with my flesh.
Involuntarily my cunt let out a stream of cum as it twitched with desire,
As soon as he noticed the wet spot he spit in my face and threw me to the floor kicking me in the ribs. Despite the searing pain my pussy began to pump more cum, further angering him.
the more he beat me the more I came and the more enraged he became.
I thought he would beat me to death, but after a time he got tired and fell into a drunken sleep after cumming and pissing all over my battered body.
As I lay there half conscience I came again before drifting into a darkness of my own.
