There is nothing better then a BDSM phone sex slut like me being subjected to a public humiliation. Master decided that since it was nice outside it would be no problem at all to do an online auction for bare bottom swats. He shackled and tied me up in the exterior cage and set up the webcam for the community action. He let everyone know that the highest bidder gets to spank my bottom. They could decide everything from number, to the roughness and even the object used in my punishment. To make things a little bit more exciting the gentleman could pay for other things as well. I would make Master proud, be a good little subby. Nipple clamps were attached to my breast that were connected with a center chain and to my clit at the request of a high dollar donor. I whimpered and wined as each viewer prodded Master for more and more. The first batch of spanking phone sex punishment came from a man who waned 3 swats with a thin switch across the back of my thighs. Master made sure to show my red bottom well. The next bidder was already twice as much. He wanted Master to place me across his lap so that I was facing his sight. Then I was to get 5 swats of the same switch. These swats needed to be hard enough to at least leave welts and I had better say thank you and plead for another after each hit. I did, as tears ran down my cheeks I begged for more punishment. I tried to stand but my legs collapsed under me. I could feel a faint trickle of blood run down the back side of my legs. Master placed a hand genitally on top of my head and allowed me to kneel, and bend over resting my forehead onto the dirt within the cage. He said there would be one more bid. I could hear the guys arguing as the numbers went up. Master stroked the back of my hair, please by the good girl I was being. As the bell rang and the last bid was in Master let out a deep sigh. He placed his hand under my chin and informed me this was going to be a big one. He tied my wrists with rope and looped it through the top of the cage, hoisting me high into the air. He also splayed out my ankles turning me into a giant x. I could feel gravity working again on the open welts as the red liquid pourd down my legs. Master left the cage and returned with his bull whip. I immediately winced knowing this was going to be bad. Five crack of the whip and two hard spankings across each open wound with a paddle and then we were done. That night Master rewarded me allowing me to fall asleep on his lap.
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Just Like the First Time
Its the first time I have seen your face since you kidnapped me that night. My original clothes are back on me, even though I know you have already played out rape phone sex fantasies with me several times when I was blindfolded. Is it because you made me cum that you trust me enough to see you now? I let you see that dark part of me that liked being taken against my will? Or do you have darker more evil plans for me so it just doesn’t matter if I see you or not?

The thought sends chills through me as you grab my tit hard. This is exactly how it went the first time you took my body, except I was blindfolded. I was in the same position, same clothes, and I could even taste and feel that I had lipstick and makeup on. You had dressed me back up to take me all over again. But this time you wanted me to be able to see it. I watched in silence as your hands groped every part of my body. My nipples got pinched and you ran your fingers between my legs and up inside me.
I couldn’t help but be turned on. All the fear from that first night, feeling totally blind, came rushing back and my heart was pounding. I knew everything you were going to do before you did it. I knew what your cock would look like before I even saw it. I had felt it before. In my mouth and in my cunt and ass. Then there it was, ready to fuck my holes again. You recreated our first time, and while still terrified, at least this time I could see…
Yes, Master
I heard you screaming for me – yelling “get your ass down here, you fucking dirty whore!”. I knew you were in a mood and I knew I was going to get punished for whatever kind of day you had at work. My pussy tingled as I tip toed my way down to the basement where you were waiting. I knew not to make any noise, as I am not allowed to anger you any further. You look at me with such disappointment, and I look at the floor, ashamed of what a submissive little fucktoy I really am.

You tell me to get on my knees and then walk over and begin rubbing your balls all over my face. They are sweaty and hot and moist and they soak my face. I let you continue to humiliate me as you begin slapping my cheeks with your hard cock. You tell me that real girls don’t have to be punished and that real girls are not little whores like me. You tell me I deserve everything you do to me, and I know you’re right.
As you put your cock in my mouth you warn me to be gentle. The last time I accidentally drug one of my teeth on your huge cock, you beat me senseless. I will never forget that day, and I am ever so careful to do it just how you taught me. Silently and without closing my eyes. I have to stare at you even when you pull my hair so hard that my eyes water. You need your blow jobs done your way, and I am your little fuckpig whore that makes sure they get done right.
Submissive Whore Gene Runs in the Family
As a submissive whore, I got curious about why I am the way I am. For as long as I can remember , I have been a beta. Never have wanted to be dominant. Never tried to fight a man with a strong will or a strong hand. I’ve never even been a filly that needed broken. I just always assumed I was born submissive, just like some folks are born gay. Recently, I discovered a big steamer trunk hidden in the attic that belonged to my mother. I had to break the lock to get it open, but what I found answered a bunch of questions. It appears that perhaps I inherited a submissive gene. That trunk was filled with BDSM equipment. Vintage restraints, nipple clamps, paddles and bondage gear. The best part discovery was a box of photos. Old black and whites of my mom. There were 100s of photos of her in various restraints and bondage positions. My favorite set was of her tied to a chair with mousetraps on her nipples.
I suspect my father was her master. He was my first master. Was it possible he owned us both and never let on to the other? Or had I replaced mommy as his subby bitch? Because I never had a clue my mommy was submissive. But, I was so turned on knowing that my submissive nature was inherited not learned. For me it is a mix of nature and nurture. I am sure I learned some submissive behavior from watching her with my daddy, even if unconsciously. I cleaned up my mom’s old equipment and called my son over. He likely inherited his dominant nature from my daddy, and my boss, who is his biological father. He just doesn’t know that. My son was more than happy to tie mommy to a chair, affix mousetraps to my nipples and whip me for hours. I got so wet imagining my gingered mommy getting treated like a fuck pig that I came in my panties. My son got so turned on knowing grandma was a pain slut too he fucked my ass while wrapping a pair of her pantyhose around my neck. If my mommy can see me from wherever she is, I hope she proud of her little whore.






















