Erotic submissive stories are something I have to share. I have hardcore stories too. My master is an old school master, like 50 Shades of Gray kind of S & M. We have kinky fun. Occasionally it gets hardcore, but mostly we have erotic experiences of bondage and naughty fun. I love being his submissive. I have been his slave for decades. But a few years ago, our fun and games became less frequent because of his age. I understand that because we are 20 years apart. He gave me permission to have a phone job if I was only having submissive phone sex. He also told me I could go out to fetish clubs, so my needs were met too. Now that is where things get interesting. Today’s dominant man is different breed. He wants nothing to do with erotic submission. He is brutal and degrading. I am caught between two worlds of submission. I love bondage and spankings with a side of light BDSM play. It is what I have had all my life. Now, I am seeing new masters I meet at clubs. Nothing permanent, but not sure I could handle a long-term relationship with some of these men. Last night, Corey took me back to his place. It was not at all what I thought it would be. He forced my face into his toilet which was filled with piss and shit like he was expecting me, or at least some submissive woman. It was hours of humiliation and scat and piss play which I am not accustomed to with my current master. He was not the first guy I met at a fetish club to go that direction with me. I have showered over and over, and I still smell like an outhouse. Clearly, I need some slave training to be able to handle the new submissive world.
Category: Bondage and submission
Grits and Submission
Everyday I clean Master’s house from top to bottom. I dust, vacuum, and mop all day long until every surface is spotless. But today I forgot to clean underneath the sofa and Master was not happy. He put grits on the floor and made kneel on them. The grits were so painful to my knees. He pulled his cock out and I knew what he wanted, I put it in my mouth and started sucking. I thought if I sucked him off really good he would let me get up. But even after he came in my mouth he made me stay on those grits for another hour. When he finally allowed me to stand my knees were bloody and tears were running down my face. He taught me a lesson that I would never forget and from now on he won’t find a speck of dust anywhere. A clean house makes Master happy and I want to keep him happy.
Bondage Whore Bernice
I want to be your bondage whore. Nothing gets me wetter than being tied up, helpless and at your mercy. I met Tony at a bondage club. We hooked up afterwards. He knew how to tie a strong knot. He bound my legs together and restrained my arms securely behind my back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even wiggle my hands out of the ropes. Sometimes guys don’t secure me properly and I can undue the ropes. I am double jointed in the left arm, which helps me get out of predicaments like this one. Tony knew my secret, so he secured me in away that my ability wouldn’t help me. I felt totally restrained. I just met him, so I had no clue what he could do. It was risky bringing a stranger back to my place. I have done it before and it has rarely gone well. One guy left me tied up for three days. Left me alone. No food. No water. No ability to get to the bathroom. My son and daughter found me when they came home from a three day weekend with their father. I told them a burglar got into the house, but I never believed that they bought my story. The same thing could have happened with Tony. It didn’t happen. Tony took his time with this submissive whore. He circled me like a hungry vulture deciding what he could do to me now that I couldn’t fight back. He spit in my face. He smacked my big tits. He sodomized my ass with a beer bottle. He pissed on me. He even took a huge dump between my tits, then pushed them together to smear the shit around. I was not expecting that. He came on my shit covered tits. I thought he was going to leave me there smelling and bound, but he untied me, so I could take a shower. It was a degrading evening. What would you do to me if you had a captive audience?
















