I got caught having BDSM phone sex at work. My boss, who has also been my Master for over 20 years, was out of town for a meeting. He was not due back until Friday. I forwarded my dirty talk lines to my work phone since I was the only one in the office. I work less and less hours as a paralegal these days, so I supplement with being a phone sex whore too. Master knows I do this, but I am not supposed to do it at work. The way he views it, I am on his dime. If he wants me to just sit there for 8 hours, I must just sit there for 8 hours. When Master walked in, I was just finishing a call. My panties were around my ankles, I had my ball gag in my mouth and my ass was bouncing up and down a suction cup dildo. I was torturing my ass for my phone master. Master was not happy. He let me finish the call, but I could see the rage in his eyes. He ripped the suction cup dildo off the wall and shoved it in my mouth forcing me to taste my own shit. I grimaced, which I am not permitted to do. I got slapped hard. He dragged me by my curly red locks to the “the room.” It is a supply closet, but the only supplies kept there are BDSM ones for when I am a bad girl. It is a punishment room. Master locked me up on the stockade. I was naked. He flogged my ass, whipped my pussy and put weighted clamps on both my nipples and my clit. He left me there overnight in the dark, alone, to ponder my mistake. When he released me this morning, I was stiff from standing all night and covered in piss. He ordered me to clean up and reminded me what happens to bad office whores.
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Shitty Family Meal
Mom and dad have been feeding me nothing but human waste for weeks now. I don’t even remember what
real food tastes like but it’s so important to me that their submissive whore training program
goes off without a snag that I can only comply. They are just making sure I can be the best
human toilet bitch. Also I have to consider how much money mommy and daddy make off me.
They have started inviting tons of new guys over to help keep me fed. Even designed this crazy
chair with a hole in the middle, right where your ass goes. They tie me up under it and order
that I keep my mouth wide open while you and other men drop ooey gooey shit right into my
mouth like a baby bird. How am I going to wash it down? You had the best idea- buckets of piss
and only cum for dessert. I hope mom and dad never change their minds about this program.
I love being a tool for desire. What do you think mommy and daddy should try next?
Masters Submissive Slut Property
Master can be a sadistic son of a bitch. He tied me to a upside down grocery cart on my stomach. By my wrists and ankles with rope. I always hate this position. The grocery cart metal digs into my skin. When Master sticks his cock in one of my holes. And jerks my body forward on the cart. It fucking hurts like hell. And Master knows that and thrives on my pain. The worst of this has not even come yet. After Master shoots his first load into one of my holes that really are his holes. Then this is when he usually likes to whip me with a belt, chain, or bullwhip. Really anything at his disposal I have been whipped with. Master makes me count each stroke against my body. If I cry or scream out in pain. I have to start from number one again and the strokes against my flesh get harder and more severe. The strokes are usually no less the 20 at least at each time. When my skin is red and torn open. Master will grab something to pour into my open wounds. Like salt or vinegar. Ohh that burns so much. I would beg him not to do such a thing to me. But I am not allowed. I may only beg for more cock, more beatings, more pain. Master pleasure is all that matters. I am his property. To think for myself or to disobey Master in any way is severely punished. I try not to get to this point with him. After Master pours salt or vinegar into my open wounds. He will fuck one of my holes again. Then of course whip me again. This pattern will repeat over and over for hours. Until he is done. That is usually when I get thrown into my cage. Until the next time Master needs a hole, a piece of furniture, a toilet, or anything else Master needs or wants from his property. But this is what I live for. I live for Master. I am Masters Submissive slut property.
In the Stockade and We Played
I’m not just a submissive whore; I’m a submissive whore who loves hardcore bondage, device bondage, you name a type of bondage and I’m sure I’ll love it.
Waiting for that collar …
A new Master has been paying some attention to me. He gives me rules; He gives me balance and most of all He gives me confidence.
As He enters the room I make sure I am ready for inspection. Naked, tits presented, in position one, kneeling, knees apart and hands on thighs. Master enters and whispers on all fours whore. I put my elbows on the floor ass in the air; this is what He means all fours. He spanks my ass a few times and I wince but love the hot sensation on my ass when He is done. I look in the corner and Master has a new toy. By toy, I mean a place to bind me and use me as He pleases. Face down, neck and wrists in a stockade, this is humiliating, but Master says I need training. I feel a vibration on my pussy and know that He has a vibe on my clit, but then He walks in front of me. The vibe is still on? He tied it to the islets in the ceiling! As He stands in front of me He holds out 2 clamps with a string hanging from them. First He puts one on, then the other. Face down, tits are hanging and clamped, but then He adds 3 weights to the clamp, attaching them to the string hanging down. He stands in front of me again, grabs my chin and tells me to enjoy cumming, it may be the last time for a while. He goes to sit in a dark corner and watch as the vibe continuously sits on my clit. The weights are Heavenly and I Hear from the corner, shake the clamps off when you are cumming. Shake them off when I am cumming? I can barely speak when I am cumming, but doesn’t mean I won’t try. As I feel the rippling sensation from my pussy and Heading outward s to my whole body, I am shaking my tits as hard as I can, hoping the clamps drop off quickly. That, of course, was not the case. The clamps hung on right to the end of my nipple and when it finally fell off, the sweet sensations of that thin line of pain and pleasure come together and make the perfect orgasm. Thank you, Master.