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.
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.
