I was never really made to understand any other way of being other than being a submissive whore to my family. My father was the man of the house and my three brothers quickly became the same when he was not present. My mother was a cold uptight cunt that never really gave me much nurturing, she was to self absorbed and I was competition in her eyes. She became a pill head and alcoholic that was always passing out or in some kind of mood, Mommy Dearest was really a fitting movie for how she was. I grew up to always wanting to please my father and my brothers. They were always protecting me and ultimately controlling me. I did not mind as I knew it was my place to uphold the role of my mother since she was not able to function as a good wife. I serviced the males in the family, cleaned the house and prepared the meals. This was and is my place. I love to be of service to the men in my life and men control me, in every way.
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Bondage phone sex
My nipples were swollen and purple, so very tender and sensitive. My wrists, burned like they are on fire. Many body parts are numb, some are black and blue with bruises, and some parts have fresh and dried blood. I have been starved, only given cum to drink and am extremely malnourished. Nipple clamps are on, matched with clamps on my pussy lips too. There’s a big butt plug buried into my tender ass, and now I wait for him to come and do as he pleases. He has taken the ball gag out and I have been begging for mercy for a while now, but he shows none at all. I hear him coming and my body starts to ache and quiver even more. What will he have in store for me? When I see him I know I am in trouble, he’s got his cane and whips but there’s something else he’s hiding from me. He begins his usual torture whipping my tits and caning my cunt, while I count them out and scream in pure agony. At last, he reveals what he has brought to me this time, a branding for me that will sear my skin and forever mark me as a whore, owned, nothing I can do about it. I try to negotiate with him, ask for anything but this but he’s got his mind made up. I see him heating it, it’s glowing red hot and I’m terrified wondering where he might choose to mark his territory.
Do You Have What I need?
I’m currently on the prowl for a more extreme Master. Seems as though my last one got a little soft on me. No pun intended. Ideally, I need one who isn’t afraid to treat me like the worthless, pathetic cum dumpster that I am. The meaner the better. If you know how to keep me in my place, then I would be ever so loyal as your pet whore.
Ever since I was a young girl, I have known my place as a woman, and it pleases me greatly to serve the right Master. One who disregards my desires completely. One who isn’t worried about offending me because let’s face it, I deserve every bit of it.
Tell me how you’d mistreat your little slut. Would you cock slap me randomly? Bind me up to things and give me rope burn and bruises when I’ve misbehaved?
The goal is to keep me where I belong. A humbled, useless cunt hole for you to enjoy and dispose of at your leisure.
You will control literally every aspect of my life. I want zero independence. Every outfit will be decided by you. How often I work out and what I eat is all up to you. Hell, even when and if I’m allowed to use the restroom is completely in your hands.
MILF Phone Sex Sluts Make the Best Subs
MILF phone sex sluts make the best submissives. That is what all my masters have told me in the past. Young girls think the world is theirs for the taking. They think they are princesses. Now, the submissive ones usually are just playing a role because they are looking to snag a Christian Gray or they want money and gifts in exchange for being whipped or bound. I know I am not worthy of being pampered or spoiled. I am here to serve men. That means rough fucking, hardcore anal, BDSM games, bukkake parties, gang bangs and even water sports. Coeds complain more. They have rules and limits. They do not understand what being a lifestyle submissive whore means or entails. I live to please my masters. I may not be enthusiastic about what he is doing to me, but I don’t complain. I don’t interject. I don’t negotiate something different, something less degrading. I just take it and do my best not to cry. Old bitches like me may have more miles on us, but we have less fight in us. That is because we know our place. On our knees in front of our masers asking how we can serve you today, sir.


















