I have NOT been getting any sleep. You see, my FRESH babygirl just HAS to wake up and eat every 2 hours! It is very frustrating to not get a second to myself or relax so I am taking this chance to get some revenge on her tiny body. She deserves this type of punishment just like her older sisters. I work to instill respect in them from the day they enter this world. They need to learn their place just like I did as my army of submissive whores. They will learn from punishment and my own personal sweet revenge! That’s why I invited my neighbor over, he’s been dying to see my new precious angel. Too bad she’s so bad that she has to be treated like the deserving little whore she is! I couldn’t wait to see the blood flowing in between those chunky, tiny smooth legs. Soon that’s exactly what she got…the pain and punishment of her first training session as a submissive whore.
Category: Bondage and submission
Field trip
We arrive, and per my specific instructions I exit the back seat, step to the back of the vehicle, and kneel my bare knees in the gravel. He gathers what he wants, and comes to attach my leash. He walks me like his pet to the main building.
He leads me to a corner with a small woolen blanket on the cement. Some meal is brought to me by another slave in a small metal bowl. I remembered my lesson and I sat motionless, awaiting permission to eat what was before me.
After this, he leads me out to the field. There were wonderful set ups for binding, suspending, stretching, and yoking. Hoses and wires and ropes were hung neatly everywhere, next to displays of whips, chains, sharp implements, baseball bats, and hundreds of other random objects for insertion.
He tied me up to a PVC frame, and began connecting a hose, and gathering a bucket.
“We’re going to make yo good and clean today, whore.” he stated.
He filled my pussy and my ass with hoses, fastening them on. He turned them on slow, so they steadily filled my body with freezing cold water that began oozing out from my cunt and asshole. Filling the bucket from the spring tap, he threw bucketful after bucketful of icy cold mountain water all over my body. My skin was bright pink and red, stinging hard from the cold water and air. But I was a good slut, I didn’t squeak or squirm.
Master then walked around me, grabbing the hoses and working them further and further into me, releasing bursts of water from both my love holes, till it felt I would burst. My ass and cunt began gripping and spasming, I struggled to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overpower me.
Once he was satisfied with my cleanliness, he removed the hoses, stepped to my face and said “you did well, pet. You may have your reward.” And placed his beautiful cock before my face. “You may cum with me.
He is so very good to me, I wish he was my forever master. Maybe you’ll be here somewhere, and will want to adopt me?
The Future is Bleak for This Bondage Whore
The world for a bondage whore is much different today than it was a few decades ago. My current master is aging out for our bondage games. I feel like a relic in the modern fetish world searching for a new full time master. I got into phone sex to test the waters; get an idea of what the future holds for me. This bondage whore has a bleak future. My current master has supported me financially for decades now. Our bondage games have always been shrouded in respect too. Safe words always honored; my limits respected. I started a FetLife profile so I could meet men looking for a bondage whore in hopes that I may find a new master much like my current one. I have decide that I have to give up on this notion that things can be the way they were in the past. I’m never going to find a benevolent master like I have now. He has spoiled me. He is the only full time master I have ever known. Every man I have met in the past several months who claimed to be into bondage and submission games lied to me. All they want to do is abuse and degrade me with no cloak of safety or respect. Since I am a true, old school submissive, I have no choice but to submit even when my code words are not honored. Ted was a man I thought might be into bondage as much as my current master, until he tied me up on his couch and left me there for two days. When he came back he found that I had pissed and shit on his couch, which he didn’t like. I was released, but forced to lick up his couch while he fucked my ass and called me names. Ultimate degradation. I didn’t fight too much; actually not at all because this submissive whore needs to except the current world order. I have no control or power in our BDSM relationship.
Whore’s punishment
“Tell me you like it, whore!” He demanded, as the quirt raised another welt across my breasts. I gritted my teeth against the cry wanting to escape. “I like it, master!”
My pussy quivered at how helpless I felt, completely unable to move, utterly at his mercy.
His expression showed no reaction to my words. He slowly stalked around me. Eyeing his prey. He grabbed a handful of my hair, snapping my head back and my body forward. I gasped as master slipped the tip of his rock hard cock into my gaping asshole. “You know better than to make a sound when I don’t tell you to, slut!” He whispered into my right ear. Master slammed his dick into my tiny, tight hole over and over again, until he filled me up with a massive load of his cum.
“You didn’t deserve that treat, did you, my little cum rag? My little submissive whore?” I’m gasping too hard to speak, my lungs trying madly to keep up with my heart. I feel hot cum dripping from my gaping, destroyed asshole.
“You don’t deserve this, either. But, you know I’m a kind master, don’t you?”
The doorknob moves, and the heavy metal door creaks open.
Who are you? What are you going to do with me? Are you my new master?
I can’t wait to find out!

















