I’m so weak daddy! You have been punishing me for hours! You have raped my face, making me gag on your dick! You have punished and raped my cunt! It’s now bloodied, beaten, and tattered. And my ass which is destroyed, you focused in on forcing me to take every inch of everything you forced in me! I’m bleeding from every hole due to your massive cock raping me over and over. I know I’m your slut and it’s for my own good. I’m already gapping, you made sure to punish all my holes right! I came baby, oh did I cum! I’ve squirted so much that we need a wet floor sign! I’ve taken everything you have thrown at me, but now, I’m weak! I don’t know how much more I can take. And just when I think you will give me mercy you plow my asshole harder than is necessary, given the circumstances. I’m not fighting anymore as you rape my ass forcing me to take you. You rip through me, and the only lubrication is my blood. I love how you rip my tight little hole open, using me for your pleasure! I love how you use me like the whore I am! You take every last piece of me! Oouuch it hurts! But baby if it feels good to you, that’s all that matters! I’m a whore! You can use me however you want. Fuck me till can’t take it! Death by cock?! I wouldn’t mind going out that way! No one cares about me ore if I am alive! Fuck me baby! Take everything I have and everything I am! I’m yours! Cum in my fuck ass! I don’t deserve it but I gratefully beg you “Daddy, can I please have some more?!
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Submissive Slut for Life
I love being a submissive slut. I did not always like it and I do not always still love it, but I am not good at much else. I know I am spoiled. I have a much older master who is well past his prime years for abusing me. He has provided financially very well for me over the years, better than most owned bitches ever get. With a GED and no real work experience, I could not afford to live in California if it was not for my master. I own my own home. I have a nice car. And I have money in the bank and health insurance. All things I would not otherwise have if I had not met my master when I did. A chance encounter changed my life. He did something recently, that he has never done. He willingly offered me up to a client to sweeten the deal to represent him. He has shared me after a big case or loaned me to a cohort, but this was bribery. The man is a big tech god that needs some estate planning. My master has a much smaller firm than most of the outfits this guy was considering. Master does his research on all clients and potential clients. He found out this guy loves BDSM clubs and has a dungeon room in his mansion. I will do whatever master tells me because I am a well-trained submissive whore, but I do not always like it. Master landed his big client and promised me a large bonus for my effort. The client hung me upside down in his dungeon for almost 24 hours. The blood flow to the head is disorienting and makes you sick. I thought I might drown in my own vomit. That sort of pain was nothing compared to the beating I took. He whipped flesh off my back and fisted my ass with a ring on every finger. I have not been violently fucked and tortured like that in ions. I know my master will take care of me, but if I must service this rich tech god again, I may not survive to see my payday.
BDSM Phone Sex Went a Little Differently This Time
Usually when a guy calls me for BDSM phone sex, I am the one getting the beat down. This guy, however, who called me late last night thought I reminded him of his mother. She was not like me though. I am submissive. His mother was a cruel piece of work. A man hater who took her frustrations out on her son with cock and ball torture. Occasionally, I get a man who wants me to be dominate. It is fun if I am being honest to be the one calling the shots instead of being the one getting abused. I am not very knowledgeable on being dominant. I do not speak loudly or in a domineering way either. This guy who called me though was easy to dominate once he described himself. I was taller and bigger than him. Older too. He is a 34-year-old man who wears diapers. I may be a submissive whore, but no tiny man in diapers is going to dominate me. So, I gave him the CBT he craved. I called him son and I trampled his cock. At first my bare feet were just caressing his itty bitty dick. Then, I slipped on some high heels and trampled his cock and balls. It was cathartic for me. Honestly, I enjoyed it. I got out a lot of pent up aggression. It is survival of the fittest in this world. If he wanted his balls busted, I was going to bust them. I stomped so hard on his nut sack that I deflated them. His screams in agony made my pussy wet. I was a new woman with him. But that was only because he was no man. Not like you. He did not have the ability to put me in my place, so I ruined his cock and balls with my high heels. The loser never put up a fight either.















