All I want in life is to spend it all tied up and at your mercy, is that too much to ask? I know that I need to put your needs before mine but literally all I can think about is the feel of the rope digging into my skin, the taste of the ball gag in my mouth, the sting of the whip when you slap it against my skin, I crave it I want it, I need it! Please, please use me abuse me hurt me in any way you want to, I long to feel the pain. My pussy gets so wet just thinking about all the different cruel things you can do to me! Make me your cum dumpster, your ass to mouth bitch, your filthy little subby whore, I’ll be whatever you want just please please hurt me! This dripping wet pussy is just aching for a cruel Master to abuse it… is that you?
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Submissive Whore Forever and Always
Submissive Whore. If you look up the term, pretty sure you will see my picture, or at the very least a clear description of my life. My mother taught me at a young age, through example, that a woman’s job was to serve men, especially her husband. I got married at 20, started birthing babies immediately as a good wife is barefoot and pregnant, right? My mother greeted my daddy when he came home from work with a Martini and his slippers. In a more modernized world, I greeted my husband after a long day of work, naked and on all fours. His slippers in my mouth, his cold beer in my ass. I would blow him while he watched Jeopardy, then go make him dinner. My ass was the TV tray for his meal. I knew not to speak during dinner, because the TV was better company than my mouth. I am just a stupid cunt with nothing important to say anyway. When it was time for bed, I would blow him again, then let him do whatever he wanted to me. Usually, I was his bondage whore in the bedroom. He would tie up my hands and feet. Men like a docile woman when ravaging their asses. My husband was brutal too. Fists, baseball bats, wine bottles… anything huge, he liked to shove up my back door. I wasn’t permitted to ever cum. Nor could I speak or cry without being beaten. Sadly, my husband died in a car accident, leaving me empty. I have a former boss who has been a good surrogate as a Master, but he is getting up there in age and not able to use and abuse me the way he could a decade ago. My oldest son is attempting to fill the void left by his father because he knows a submissive slut like his momma needs constant supervision and training. I have gone from one Master, to many. Maybe you would like to be one too?
Submissive Whore Loves BDSM Phone Sex
Submissive whore is what I am in every sense of the word. Always have been a good little bitch. I do as I am told. I never question orders, even if I know it will cause me a lot of pain. I take my punishment too. I try to be a good fuck slut, but I am a dumb stupid cunt, so sometimes I don’t follow instructions down to the letter, which gets me in a world of trouble with the wrong master. That happened this weekend. My boss pimped me out to his brother for the weekend. I was bought for the weekend to service a group of Japanese business men with peculiar tastes. Most Asian men I have known, just want to go to a titty bar filled with blonde whores with big tits. This group was into extreme BDSM. When I arrived, I was pushed into a dungeon. My master’s brother, immediately stripped me naked and put a ball gag in my mouth. The Asian posse cheered him on, giving him instructions on what to do to me. I was strung up in the air in some chained swing torture device. My surrogate master inserted a spreader bar to keep my legs open wide.
His guests lined up to whip my “whore” cunt. One after another, they took turns with a leather whip on my pussy. I got whipped so hard, I was peeing, which made them just want to whip me harder. Various items were used to torture my pussy and ass. Besides a wide assortment of leather whipping devices, I was fucked with wine bottles, fists, a baseball bat and an electric cattle prod. The more they shocked me, the more I pissed. It was a vicious cycle for me, because the more I pissed, the more intense the shock was but the shock made me piss more. I was in that dungeon all weekend. No food. No drink. The floor was my toilet. I saw none of the money, took all of the abuse. But that is a whore’s job.