I am a submissive slut. Vanilla calls do nothing for me. I was not always this way. I used to think I was a princess. I was popular in high school. I was even a cheerleader and prom queen. I got into BDSM as a joke. I went to a fetish club because I had a crush on an older man. I was 19 and never thought things out. In order to be with him, I had to let him tie me up. He called me all sorts of names. He shamed me for thinking I was special. He knocked me off my high horse. No one had ever talked to me like that before. No one spanked me or tied me up. He owned me from that day on. I needed lots of slave training because I struggled with thinking I deserved to be treated like a whore. I struggled with pain too. He was my master for years. I lived with him. I slept in a dog cage. I had a collar and ate out of bowls on the floor. I miss him. I got too old for him and too obedient. He likes breaking in new bitches, but that loses its thrill after the bitch no long fights. Maybe you will not grow tired of me?
Category: Bondage and submission
My Bondage and Submission Roots
Bondage and submission is what I was put on this earth to do. Men cannot just tie up any whore. Well, they can, but not all women are willing bondage slaves. There are no consequences tying me up because I am a willing whore. I was not always, however. It is weird how the things you hated when you were young you grow up to love. I was just a little girl when my mother left me. She met a new man, and I was expendable. She knew what a mean man my father was, and she left me with him. Left me to fend for myself and she never looked back. Never came looking for me, not even when I was an adult. When I was just a peanut, daddy tied me to chairs so he could skull fuck me. Maybe he would tie me to my princess bed posters so I would not fight while he forced his cock inside my tiny pussy. When I entered my teen years, daddy upped his game. He became fearful I would runaway and leave him like my mother. He pulled me from school saying I was sick and needed to be home schooled, but he never hired anyone to home school me. He turned me into his sex slave and laid the seeds for me to become a bondage whore as an adult. He caught me once trying to escape through my bedroom window. He thought I was running away, but I just wanted out of the house. At that point it had been months since I went outside. I spent the next 4 years tied up or shackled. Daddy would whip me tied up. He would fuck me tied up. He would sodomize me with his empty beer bottles tied up. And he would let his friends fuck me tied up too. I would be left tied up for hours a day, only released to pee twice a day. I lucked out one day and got loose. I ran away, vowing never to be tied up again. We know how that turned out for me though.
Door To Door Submissive Whore
I’ve opened my very own door to door submissive whore service, and that’s why I’m the best little slut that’s ever existed. I spend my days serving Masters and men all over the city. From sun up to sun down, I’m sucking cocks and taking loads. I’m the perfect little anal bitch, the most wonderful toilet slave. I’ll open my lips and drink your piss, or cover myself in your nasty shit. I live to please beyond all other things. Any fucked up fetish you have, I’ll explore with you. May I worship your feet, Master? May I lick at your soles, and suck on your toes? Would you prefer you stretch out my asshole, and shove any object of your choosing into my tight little shit box? I’ll beg you for it, any sadistic pain you’d care to inflict upon me. I’m your whipping post, your punching bag. I go home every night, satisfied that I’ve lived as the submissive slut that I am. I’ve served, and sucked, and fucked. My body is covered in bruises and lacerations when I bathe every evening, and that only makes my cunt drip more than Niagara Falls. If you need to let off some steam, I’m the submissive cunt for you. I’m ready, and willing. I’ll be your little slave girl, just open the door.
Home Invasion Masturbation
He stood in the doorway to my bedroom. I wasn’t sure how he had gotten into my house, but his cock was out and he was furiously stroking it. I sat motionless on the bed, my vibrator still half inserted into my dripping cunt. “I’ve been watching you, through the window.” He growled, approaching the bed and climbing in. He never touched me, but perched precariously on the edge masturbating. “Keep going.” He commanded, and I did.
I slipped that buzzing joy toy in and out of my slippery pussy, rubbing and flicking my sweet little clit. My eyes never left his. We stared at each other, mutually masturbating. He had a mask on, but I knew those icy blue eyes seemed so familiar. His cock was huge, and thick, and he was working that monster like an expert snake charmer. He was dripping pre cum, being sure not to get any of it on my sheets.
I was getting close to cumming, and I could tell it was going to be a big one. I was going to squirt during a home invasion while the intruder stared me in the eyes, jacking off his cock! It hit me, and I squirted all over. Convulsing, my eyes closed just for a moment. When I opened them, exhausted and soaked in my own cum, he was gone. There was no trace of him, except for an open window and a draft.
Bondage me up
We went out to the club last night and were treated to some sexy bondage. The women wandering around were all in various stages of being tied up or cuffed. We were served our drinks by a woman with her breasts bound. Saw a few others with hands bound either in front or behind. Some even had a leg bound up and they were hopping around. Just before midnight a spotlight came on above the dance floor and a hook lowered from the ceiling. A couple stepped into the light and I could see that the woman was the one who had served our drinks. Her master was there with her and he was deftly tying the rest of her up. He then attached her ropes to the hook and it rose so that she was just off the floor. As she swung slightly above ground he began to use her like a punching bag. He hit her in the face, stomach, breasts and thighs. He then grabbed a flogger and started hitting the rest of her with that. Her back was turning black and blue and one of her eyes had swollen shut but every time she was hit she would yelp and moan a bit. At the end of the show another spotlight came on and it was centered on her pussy so that we could all see how turned on she was. It was dripping and glistening in the light. Master whispered in my ear that it was time to go and when we got home he fucked me harder than ever before. I can’t wait to go back!
Bondage Phone Sex for Life
I got into this sort of work because I love bondage phone sex. Men have been tying me up since I was a schoolgirl. When I was a young girl, I hated it. I was scared. My father would tie me up all day while he was at work because he feared I would run away. Eventually, I did. But I ran right into the arms of a man who liked BDSM games too. I met my master at a bondage club in NYC that my husband took me too. My master was in his 40s then. I was 19, I think. I loved being tied up by men I knew would not harm me or leave me to die. My current master was not fond of the way my husband treated me because as he said it, my husband was not a true dome. He was just a misogynistic asshole. A couple years later, I would cross paths with my master again in an underground NYC club. The second encounter changed my world. I am still a bondage whore, but now I live in California and I have a job and a salary. I am owned and I am taken care of well. I still get tied up and left in precarious situations, however. Master misses tying me up as his bondage secretary. Coronavirus has halted our fun, but he hired a guy to break into my place last night and tie me up. It was filmed too. I had no clue this was staged, and that I was not going to die. My reactions were real. My fear was real too. The hired hand dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming and bond me in the living room. I assumed for his rape phone sex fantasies, but after being left for 6 hours chained up, my master’s voice came across the answering machine telling me I was just punished for being a dirty slut. I loved every minute of every. Every 10 hours of it that I was bound up for master’s amusement made me wet.