Sometimes I can be an insolent bondage whore. Then again I don’t know anyone who doesn’t get a crabby bug up their ass once in a while. I know some of the most submissive women and men you could ever meet, and every so often I hear stories of the punishment that came with a crabby attitude. Last week, I got myself a little taste.
*Masturbation* isn’t all that big of a deal for most, but for a submissive with rules that you are not allowed to without permission, makes it a big deal. My Master knows that most types of punishment actually turn me on, but he does know what I don’t like. As simplistic as it is, I do not like being cold. I grew up in a very cold part of the country, and I live in continuously warm weather for that reason.
Master had been gone for a few weeks and I was lonely and horny, so I invited my bestie over for dinner and watch a flick. We ended up having a few too many glasses of wine and we ended up licking each other’s pussy until we both had a few orgasms. It was a night that I really needed with a companion and cumming. Master came home about 12 days later and when I picked him up at the airport he didn’t say much on the way back. I parked the car and all he said was for me to go to the basement and wait.
I made a straight line to the basement and he followed shortly after. He cuffed my wrists behind my back, left my t-shirt on and cut my panties off. I watched him walk to the washing machine, take the cold water hose off of it and turn the water on. I know from washing clothes that the water gets incredibly cold. He puts a nozzle on the end of it and starts to spray me down from head to toe. I am screaming from the cold, cold water while he tells me to tell him what I have been doing lately. I had totally forgotten by this time, the encounter I had with my bestie. “Have you cum while I was gone without permission whore?” he said. My mouth dropped open suddenly remembering the night and shit… the webcams. He continued spraying the freezing water all over me, but he abruptly put the hose down and picked up a flogger and began lashing my tits. I tried to make “pain” noises but it was hard to hide that I was enjoying his attention. After a while, he put his hands on his sides and told me I was a useless pain whore. Well, yeah… I usually enjoy it. I didn’t say that but I am sure he could tell what I was thinking. He frowned and took the cuffs off and told me to prepare his dinner. “Yes Sir,” I said with a bit of a grin. Maybe I got away with this one?
Category: Bondage and submission
Crime and Punishment
Submissive Slut For My Dominant Son
Being my son’s submissive slut has always been the highlight of my life. He was a demanding boy from the beginning and Mommy could never say no. He was my whole world and I could deny him no pleasure. As he got older, the things he needed turned into more sexual and carnal desires. He was still my demanding little boy who wanted everything to be his way. Only now, he demanded that mommy get on her knees for him and suck his cock off until he shot his load into the back of her throat. My son craved that power and needs to own his mommy whore. I will be my son’s submissive little fuck toy for as long as he needs me. He uses and abuses every hole in my body to give himself pleasure and I am will deny him nothing. If he wants to choke momma with his cock, I will gladly take the face fucking. If he wants to rip open my asshole until it’s bleeding from the rough ass fucking he gave me, then I will take it and beg for him to fill my ass with his cum. My son is my Master and I will always be his submissive little whore of a Mother.
Masters Submissive Slut Property
Master can be a sadistic son of a bitch. He tied me to a upside down grocery cart on my stomach. By my wrists and ankles with rope. I always hate this position. The grocery cart metal digs into my skin. When Master sticks his cock in one of my holes. And jerks my body forward on the cart. It fucking hurts like hell. And Master knows that and thrives on my pain. The worst of this has not even come yet. After Master shoots his first load into one of my holes that really are his holes. Then this is when he usually likes to whip me with a belt, chain, or bullwhip. Really anything at his disposal I have been whipped with. Master makes me count each stroke against my body. If I cry or scream out in pain. I have to start from number one again and the strokes against my flesh get harder and more severe. The strokes are usually no less the 20 at least at each time. When my skin is red and torn open. Master will grab something to pour into my open wounds. Like salt or vinegar. Ohh that burns so much. I would beg him not to do such a thing to me. But I am not allowed. I may only beg for more cock, more beatings, more pain. Master pleasure is all that matters. I am his property. To think for myself or to disobey Master in any way is severely punished. I try not to get to this point with him. After Master pours salt or vinegar into my open wounds. He will fuck one of my holes again. Then of course whip me again. This pattern will repeat over and over for hours. Until he is done. That is usually when I get thrown into my cage. Until the next time Master needs a hole, a piece of furniture, a toilet, or anything else Master needs or wants from his property. But this is what I live for. I live for Master. I am Masters Submissive slut property.