He came home smelling of whiskey and looking like he hadn’t slept, showered or shaved all weekend. He looked at me locked in the cage where he left me Friday evening. I was tiered and hungry and covered in my own filth. I dared not open my mouth to ask any questions, I just hoped he was in a good mood and would finally let me out. To my relief he bent down and picked up the cage with me in it and carried me to the bathroom where he unlocked the door and told me to get cleaned up and to clean up my mess. Not looking at him I said “Yes master” and did as he asked as quickly as I could. When I got out of the bathroom I was told to cook him a meal and to make enough for myself. I would have to eat on the floor I knew, but I was so hungry and grateful! After we ate he showered and then he bent me over the couch and fucked his little slut good. I needed that and was glad he fell asleep so I could stretch out on the floor at the foot of his bed and sleep too!
The light of day is peeking in the window. Master is still asleep and I know he needs to go to work. We had a late night last night and the handcuffs are still on my wrists because he passed out before he could remove them. I know I need to wake him up, if I don’t and he misses work I will be punished. I can’t make him coffee or breakfast with my hands bound behind me. Torn between what to do I crawl on my hands and knees to the side of his bed. I take the covers in my teeth and begin to gently pull, hoping that removing them will wake him. To my dismay he doesn’t even stir. Crawling to the foot of the bed I softly kiss the bottom of his feet and I am met with a full force kick to the face that knocks me off my knees and blood is my nose. Yet he doesn’t wake up. I have no way to wipe the blood off my lip so I lick and suck it into my mouth as I try to think of a way to wake him without receiving his early morning drunken wrath. Kneeling next to the bed I begin to say “Master”. Softly at first and getting progressively louder until he wakes an I feel the sting of his hand across my face. I cower and wait for him to wake up fully. He is angry that I didn’t wake him sooner. As he hurries to get ready I know I will be punished when he gets home. Especially since he forgot to take off the cuffs and I will not be able to fulfill my duties today.
I will never forget the day that Master broke into my house and made me his. He took a picture of me laying on my bend bound and gagged before he had his way with me. Before he made me submit to his every desire. Before he taught me that being his, and only his obedient servant was how I would live out the rest of my life.
Oh yes I get fucked by other men, when Master gives me to them. And I serve them well or Master punishes me the way only he can.
The photo he took is grainy and old. It is wrinkled at the corners. But the memories of that day are very clear.
Reliving them in my head makes me so wet and so grateful that Master owns me.
I don’t know where he got her. He brought her home last night. He put me in the cage as soon as he got home and won’t let us speak to each other. Here I sit watching her bound with rope, but not to tight, arms high in the air. No gag, her legs are free. I remember when he started me off like that. Bondage for beginners. He goes slow when your new, but it doesn’t take long, 48 hours at the most and he is showing you what his world is all about. You learn quickly that being a submissive is your role. Piss him off, don’t do something the way he wants it done, and his wrath is swift and severe. I hate watching him with other submissive. That is why he put me in the cage and is making me watch. He knows for me it is worse then a beating. When he comes to her I lower my eyes because I don’t want to watch but he orders me to watch. Orders me to rub my clit and if I don’t cum he takes me out of the cage and out of her view and administers my punishment. But at least he is touching me and not her.
The night started like any other poker night with me serving him and his friends. I made sure the food was always hot and available and that no drink went dry. I emptied the ash trays and dared not gag on the thick smoke that stunk like cigars do. I kept my eyes lowered and not once did I flinch or squeal when I was smacked, pinched, poked or slapped. I watched silently as the new guy to the table, a doctor with lots of money, gingerly sipped his drinks while everyone else gulped theirs down. He methodically lured them into his web increasing the bets and leading them on. I watched as my man got deeper in debt and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I know when he looses all his money I am the thing he offers up. The doctor was hot as hell and had lots of money. It wasn’t long before I was the offering and the doctor was playing his hand. He won and told me to get dressed, I was his for the night. With my panties full of wetness I followed him out of the house and into his car. I didn’t say a word the entire ride. When he pulled up to his office I was a bit confused but I followed him obediently. What happened next was both exciting and maddening at the same time. I have never been with someone that had an extreme titty torture fetish. He would return me as damaged merchandise and Master would take his anger out on me not him. I knew it was going to be along 24 hours for me and I would be sore for at least a week. 
Being a submissive, I have always been turned on by being spanked. As soon as a man puts me over his knee, I feel the tingling start to build between my legs. A good firm swat on the ass with a paddle or a big strong hand and my pussy is wet instantly. I have always thought I knew just how erotic spanking could be. But your never to old to learn something new. Last night I learned how to spank a woman in the most hypnotic of ways by an expert. He took me into the room where he had several implements to administer my spankings laid out on the bed. There were several different leather whips and several varieties of paddles. Laying on the pillow was a blind fold and a pair of handcuffs that were lined in some type of fur. Without saying a word he handcuffed my hands over my head and to a rope that was hanging from the ceiling. He spread my legs and secured them to a spreader bar. Then came the blind fold. Walking around me he gently touched me with the tips of his fingers, running them over every inch of my body. I was covered in goose bumps and every inch of me was alive with desire. I felt his hard cock rub against my ass and he left a trail of pre-cum on my skin. I felt his finger tips circling my nipple and then the crack of a paddle on my cunt lifted me off the ground. The sensation was so hot. For hours he touched me alternately spanking me on every inch of my skin. Not one piece of me was left untouched. He brought me to the brink of orgasm several times but did not let me cum. My knees were weak and the only thing holding me up were the handcuffs. Finally I felt him enter me, hard and throbbing he rammed his dick inside my wet pussy. He took me with the force of a crazed man, he released the handcuffs as we both exploded and the force of my fall caused his dick to impale me while he shot his load inside me. Now that is how you spank your submissive!
I wanted to do something really special for my Master’s birthday. Of course he knows I will be his submissive whore all night long doing anything and everything he wants me to do. But I wanted to add a little something else. You know spice it up a little, give things a little twist. So I invited a friend of mine over to cover my body in sweet sugar icing, making me a giant birthday cake for him to devour any way he wants to. What a way for him to start his birthday festivities. As I sit here on the table, covered in icing, waiting for him to open the door, my pussy is getting wetter by the minute. I can’t wait to serve him in more ways then one for his birthday!
When he said he wanted to role play and was looking through my closet for outfits and ideas he came across an old Halloween costume of mine. It is a very seductive leopard print cat out fit, complete with an impressive butt plug that doubles as a fluffy black tail.
“Now this is interesting” he said “But what can we do with this?”
I know better then to answer, it is not my place to give input as a submissive. I waited as my heart was pounding with anticipation. He always had the most innovative ideas when it came to our time together and I knew this time would be no different.
Circling me he fingered the butt plug and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally he put the costume on the chair in my room and said “Sleep well my pet, tomorrow is going to be a long day for you.” With that he flicked off the light and left the room and I was effectively dismissed for the evening.
It was a long night of tossing and turning wondering what he would do to me in the morning.
Finally the light of day was here and he was at the foot of my bed holding the costume. “Put this on and get on all fours. Today you are my pet and you are not to stand on two feet at all.”
He stood and watched as I got ready without looking at him. Everything was on except the tail and as I got on all fours he took it and placed it nicely in my ass. “This will not come off all day, unless it is removed by me.”
Completely in my role I meowed and rubbed against his leg. I followed him on all fours out of the room and into the living room where he had a blanket on the floor for me and a bowl of food and water waiting. He even had a litter box set up just for me. My pussy was getting wet knowing that today I was his kitty cat.
I went straight to the food and water and ate my breakfast and then felt the urge to pee. He was watching and I knew what I had to do. Going to the big box I spread my legs and squatted as low as I could before urinating in the litter and then kicking litter over my piss. His eyes never left me and it was very erotic.
I laid on my blanket while he ate. When he was done he clipped a leash on me and said we were going out. He took me to the park and walked me for all to see. The more attention we got the more aroused he became and in turn so did I.
I was his to show off all day. At the end of the day he told me what a good kitty I had been and patted the bed next to him for me to hop up. I curled up next to him and he pulled the butt plug out before replacing it with his hard dick fucking the kitty out of me all night long.
The night air was cool and crisp for a summers day. The slight breeze causing my sweat covered body to catch a chill. My pink uniform was soaked and the pink and black heels I was wearing were killing my feet. It was a hell of a night at the club for a cocktail waitress. All the men were in rare form and I felt like every inch of my body was bruised from being pinched, spanked, prodded and poked. But my pockets were bulging with the tips I made and it was over. Turning the corner I knew I only had a couple blocks to walk before I was home.
Suddenly I head the squeal of tires and felt a strong hand over my mouth and around my waist. I tried to struggle but it was no use, he was to strong. I was shoved into the back of a car and a blindfold was placed over my eyes in what seemed like on swift move. I felt hands all over me binding my ankles together, my hands were yanked behind me so hard I thought my shoulders would snap and a gag was placed in my mouth.
Despite being scared as hell my pussy was twitching and tingling and I could feel the familiar build up of juices at the edge of spilling over and into my panties.
Suddenly the car stopped and I was lifted out of the back seat and into what felt like the trunk. I could tell by the footsteps and the amount of hand I felt that there were several men around me.
Someone yanked my dress opened and pulled my tits out, pinching and pulling them, hands were all over me…..I struggled from natural instinct but my panties were full fledged soaked by now and I was so fucking turned on.
I don’t know how long I was there or how many men had me. The last thing I remember was a cloth over my mouth and nose, a darkness came over me and I woke up in my bed freshly bathed and perfumed in my soft jammies and tucked in.
Was it a dream?
Being a submissive in my parents house is not something I do. But I had been house sitting for them for a week now while they traveled and I was so fucking horny! I wanted it. I needed it. It is who I am. When he called and asked to come over I knew he needed my sweet and submissive ways. I also knew that my parents would be mortified to know that I love to submit to him. To let him tie me up while I wear my wooden cross around my neck and allow him to sodomize me and take me how ever he sees fit. As soon as I opened the door and saw the red ball gag in his hand I felt the juices flow. I lowered my eyes and let him in, leading him to the master bedroom. My parent’s bed room. There he took me as he always does. And I did as I was told as I always do. Sitting on the floor in my fish net stockings after he left I felt the need to confess. I called my priest and as soon as he answered I uttered the words “Forgive me Father for I have sinned” He recognized my voice right away. We had been a member of the church since I was very little. Soothingly he told me to put a dress over my body as I was and come to him right away. Obeying, as a good submissive does, I arrived at the church. There I stood. My hair disheveled, sweat had caused my makeup to run, the red ball gag was hanging around my neck with the little wooden cross. Father took me to the bathroom that was tiled in the purest of white and lifted my dress over my head. I knew what he needed. I have confessed many times before. Lowering my eyes and falling to my knees I prepared for his anointing…..
