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.
Category: Bondage and submission
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.
Branding my property
Tonight was all about bondage S&M. Master tied me to a chair, taped over my mouth and then told me that tonight I was going to be branded. He had been working with a guy who designed them and finally found one he liked. He started heating it in the fireplace and would remove it on occasion to check that it was heating evenly as it should. Just before he pulled the brand out to use he came over and quickly cut my skirt and panties off. He then took the brand from the fire and brought it over for me to see. I was pleading with my eyes and trying to shake my head no but he just laughed and said that all cattle got branded and that I was nothing but property to him. He then took the brand and pressed it into my left ass cheek. I screamed, tried to move and had tears streaming down my face but he held it in place until it cooled a bit. I have never been in so much pain and was retching from that and the smell of burnt flesh. My master then patted me on the head and said that I did well. He brought over some ointment and applied it to the singed skin before he cut me loose. He leaned down, ripped the tape off of my mouth and told me that he would see me next week. He had left the ointment there for me and I used some more before bed. I cried most of the night and was unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. It took a long couple of days but it has finally scabbed over and doesn’t hurt as much. All I can say is thank you Master for the forever mark!