My boss had been eying me for months now. I’ve been a good girl and putting him off as my Master has not given me permission to play with him. So I was rather surprised when I was working on some filing in his office when I felt a sharp pain across the back of my head making everything go black. I have no idea how long I’d been out but I woke up to a splitting headache. My mouth dry and in pain. Hands behind my back, knees tied together, and my ankles tied together. I tried to cry out but the gag in my mouth wouldn’t let me make much noise and I looking around realized I was in a house but I didn’t didn’t really get a chance to look before I saw bare ankles and hairy legs in front of my line of sight and then I heard my boss’ voice. Good you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for you so you could enjoy me too. Then I felt his hands gril my hips and move me into a doggy position. I squirmed trying to get away but it was no use. His hands pushed my skirt up and ripped away my panties and stockings. He didn’t wait though, shoving his hard cock into my mostly dry pussy making me scream behind the gag as he began to fuck me. “Fuck fuck fuck it’s so tight” he groaned to himself before filling me with cum after a sad minute or two. He patted my ass sighing happily. “See what you’ve been missing Casey. Now just let me recover and we can do it again. After all, I can’t let you go can I?”
Category: Bondage and submission
Rape phone sex fantasies
Submissive Whore Super Bowl
It was a submissive whore Super Bowl weekend for me. Did you know that Super Bowl Sunday is the biggest sex trafficking day of the year? My Master may be getting old, but he has stock in a sex trade ring. Lots of girls come into our city from other countries to service Master and his wealthy clients. My house warehoused several extremely young things this past weekend. I was ordered to be the house mother of sorts. I had to get them cleaned up and looking the part of willing and eager little sex sluts for Master’s party. I felt bad for them. I am a willing submissive slut, but these little angels were drugged and stolen from their homes. Master told me not to bond with them. He said they are just little cash cows; nothing more than whores who if stayed in their homes would have died eventually of neglect or health issues. Some of the girls were so young, I could only imagine that a cock would ruin their tiny holes. Master could see I was feeling empathy for the young girls so he made me fuck them with a strap on. He wanted his cash cows to fear me. I knew if I didn’t do as I was told, I would suffer greatly and the little girls might even die because as he said, “Girls like this come and go every day unnoticed. You can too Bernice.” Master found out that I slipped them some roofies so they wouldn’t feel the pain as much. He had some of his goons force fuck me and beat me until I was black and blue and bloodied. I ended up with a hot shot too and tossed into the Super Bowl party mix. Just another piece of whore meat to be fucked and abused. I get it though, woman are just here for your enjoyment, even old whores like me.



















