Every man wants a submissive whore at work, right? Have you ever scene that movie Secretary with James Spader? He is the boss in charge. Maggie Gylenhall is his sexy subby secretary. They partake in work time BDSM games. My Master is my boss. So, imagine that movie kicked up a few notches. That depicts my daily life for several decades. Today when I arrived at work, I had a list of things to do from Master. They included sending some faxes, preparing some legal letters, but also on the list was cock sucking, ass licking, flogging and anal fucking. Master was feeling productive and horny. He must have taken a Viagra. He is twenty something years older than me, so his dick doesn’t get hard like it used to, but that doesn’t stop him from spanking my ass hard or torturing the fuck out of my nipples. He has not fucked me in a while, but this morning he made me his anal sex whore. Bent me over his desk with his tie around my neck to strangle me. Erotic asphyxiation turns us both on. The more I gasped and struggled for air, the harder he slammed his old dick in my ass. I think he took 2 Viagras because he would cum, then have me do some actual work, then bend me over the desk so he could fuck my ass again. He fucked me like a twenty something guy again. Been forever since he gave me the rough treatment. After I had a few loads of cum up my shit box, he made me insert a butt plug to keep his cum fresh in my ass. He enjoyed watching me walk around the office with an anal plug up my ass. As sore as my ass was, I enjoyed being his submissive slut again.
Category: Bondage and submission
Abducted
I woke up somewhere strange with my arms tied behind my back. Completely naked aside from my panties, I wiggled and writhed trying to break free from my restraints, or at least to sit up right to get a better look at my surroundings. I was on a bed in someone’s home, I could tell. And my legs were not tied! This was good, maybe I could escape. My stirring was heard, though, as a man walked in. His face was covered by his hat and bandana and he was holding a strange metal contraption in his hand. Cowering, I asked to be set free. He scoffed before grabbing me by the throat and pushing me back onto the bed. Holding me down, he attached the metal contraption to my head, putting it in my mouth. My jaw was locked in place, wide open! I couldn’t shut it no matter how hard I tried! Tears streamed down my face as he yanked me back up by my hair and stood behind me as he pinched and twisted my nipples. He gave me no mercy, no matter how hard I cried and yelped. I fell to my knees, the pain overwhelming me. Now in front of me, he firmly gripped each side of my head and began to fuck my throat. Gagging, I fought for air as he sunk into my face, balls deep. His cock was so huge, my throat could barely squeeze it in. When he was about to finish, he smacked me hard. I fell onto the ground as he straddled me and jerked each drop onto my face and into my mouth which was still being forced to stay open.
Bondage and Submission at Work
Bondage and submission is my life. I am always giving in and getting tied up, especially at work. My boss and Master is old, but he does love tying me up at work. He was feeling extra frisky yesterday. I only go to the office a couple days a week now. My work schedule just depends on what kind of case he is working. He is a lawyer close to full retirement, which is why I have been supplementing my income being a phone sex submissive. I messed up some legal briefs. I filed them incorrectly. I am not allowed to make mistakes. For a simple fixable clerical error, I got some soft bondage of my tits. Well soft only in the way he tied up my boobs. The torture my whore tits, as he likes to call them, received was something very different from soft. He pinched the nipples so hard they bled. That was not enough pain for the mood he was in. He got out his lighter so he could burn them too. Have you ever smelled burning flesh? It is awful. When it is your own flesh, it is worse. The pain and smell combined is nauseating. I knew not to vomit or complain or cry. It was tough to do, but if I had, the torture would have been far worse. Master has never been big into torture sex except when it comes to my tits. The way he views it, he bought me my tits, so he can do whatever he wants to them. I will take nipple and breast torture any day over being used as a punching bag. Some of the more modern Masters, whom I have encountered, on and off the phone, enjoy going Mike Tyson on me. In their eyes, I’m not a woman, just a worthless submissive whore.