Submissive phone sex is what I was born to do. Despite not enjoying my youth or my first marriage, I am still a subby whore. The decades of being someone’s bitch has grown on me. I embrace being submissive now. When guys ask me to dominant them, I truly struggle with it because it is not who I am as a person. That does not mean I embrace every aspect of being submissive, because I am made to do many things I hate. I do them anyway, however, because I am truly submissive. Master sometimes lends me to one of his younger master lawyer friends. It is a way of repaying a debt or saying thank you for a favor that was granted. Pete is a 40-year-old tax attorney who my master owed for a favor that helped land a big client. It is not ethical to pay for referrals in this business because the exchange of money looks like a case is being bought for personal gain. A fruit basket or the use of one’s personal submissive whore, however, is not unethical. So, Pete was granted access to me for a night. A night that he enjoyed, and I hated. But I am only telling you I hated it. To my master and Pete, it was another great night spent as a submissive slave. I am sure you want to know why I hated the night. It was because I was Pete’s toilet whore. My master rarely makes me participate in bathroom games. That is all I did with Pete. He tied me up and pissed on me for hours. Why, I am not sure. He could have fucked me. He could have flogged me. He could have pimped me to his friends. Instead, it was a night filled of pissing phone sex stories. I drank his piss. He pissed in my cunt. He pissed in my ass. He made me drink his piss from the toilet. I even puked up his piss and had to lick it up. I am not sure Pete even sexually enjoyed using me as his private toilet. I do know, however, he enjoyed degrading and humiliating me. That was his end game. I love my master. I am loyal to him, but I do hate when he pimps me out. His friends and colleagues always treat me worse.
