“You are my submissive whore and no one elses!” He smacked me on my face and continued to beat me. I curled up and took the blows and when he stopped I dared not to speak. He grabbed my throat and pushed me up, telling me that I better tell him what I am. “I am a submissive whore. I am a stupid pathetic piece of shit. I am nothing but a cum dumpster sex slave to be used for men and k9 pleasure.” He smirked at me and pushed me back down on the ground, ready to take me as his personal submissive whore. I knew better than to fight him, which would be hard anyway all tied up. He pulled my ties taught so I wouldn’t be able to move at all. My face was down in the ground and my ass and bare pussy exposed. He smacked my ass and pussy with his whip, I felt the welts start to grow. He was fucking me in no time, his cock buried in my pussy while he violated my pussy with his fingers, quickly working it up to a fist. This is my life, and the cum in my pussy proves I love it.
Category: Bondage phone sex
Submissive Phone Sex with Mommy
Do you like submissive phone sex? That is all I do. My life is 24/7 submissive. I have not been expose to much extreme BDSM, humiliation or torture. Why? Because I am older and have been with an old school master for decades. Think Madmen. Think 50 Shades of Gray. I am the kind of woman who knows her place. I bring you your coffee, your slippers, your drink… I do all your cooking and cleaning. You get to fuck me when you want and how you want. In my generation, women were subservient to men and their elders. It is so foreign to me that younger men want to dominate me. And dominate me in extreme ways. Same with guys of all ages on the phone. I see a trend of extreme pain and degradation being inflicted on women. I don’t know if it is misogyny, revenge, anger or a little of all three. It scares me as I search for a new master. I have had guys on the phone ask why be a submissive whore if I don’t like the way the modern dominant man treats his submissive pet? Because I don’t know how to survive in this word without a man to take care of me. I went from daddy to my husband to my boss/master. All three men owned me. All three men provided for me financially. I don’t go from dominant relationship to the next. I have had a series of 3 long term master servant relationships so it is all I know. I think I have decided my son needs to be my new master. Sure he is young, and quite capricious, but I think it is hot to be owned by a member of your own family. Think about it. Wouldn’t you have loved to force fuck your mother whenever you wanted? Share her with your friends? Pimp her out for money? And humiliate and degrade her? Maybe you can help prepare me for a world of being my son’s submissive milf phone sex slut?
A Submissive Whore Roasting Over an Open Flame
This submissive whore was invited to a bonfire this weekend. I should have know better. Men don’t invite me places because they enjoy my company or want to date me. They invite me places to do very naughty, even painful things to me. When I arrived with what I thought was my date, I discovered a slew of naked women bound and gagged around the fire. My date pushed me on the ground, slapped me across the face and shamed me with a litany of derogatory things. I was part of some man’s club initiation. Men were supposed to bring an old whore to this bonfire to humiliation and abuse. Much like a frat club initiation where campus boys bring an ugly girl to lunch then ditch her with the bill. Only this was not so school boy like. I watched in horror as the men voted on the ugliest, fattest, oldest looking whore in the group. That was a contest I was glad I did not win. What happened next, was the stuff torture phone sex nightmares are made of. They roasted the winner like she was a pig over the open flame. Along with the other contenders, I watched in horror as a woman was roasted alive. She screamed in horror as flames engulfed her skin. I felt awful for feeling grateful I was not the winner of this macabre game. Her screams were deafening. The smell of burnt hair and human flesh was sickening. It was all I could do to not vomit. Some of the other survivors were hurling. I just sat there bound and gagged praying that I would not be next. The horrific initiation didn’t end there. She was carved up like a pig and served as dinner. Even the surviving women were forced to eat some of her charred flesh. Now I puked. I woke up the next morning naked with the other women around the bonfire t which was almost completely out. No men in sight. We had a drugged feeling and confused memories. Was it a nightmare or reality? I don’t think I will ever attend a bonfire again, however.
Master Makes Me Take It
Master came up with a sexy new game, in which he ties me up and suspends me from the ceiling bent over, leaving my ass in the air at the perfect height for him to stand up and give me his cock right into my tight ass. At first, the pain is almost unbearable but then the intense pleasure overwhelms me and I beg for more. Master loves it when I beg, and I can’t get enough of pleasing him. When he is done raping my ass, he leaves me tied there and invites another man in to take a turn slamming my tight ass. I feel so full and pleasing my Master really gets me off. My pussy is dripping wet, and I cum over and over while suspended there, taking all that they will give me, begging for more and craving to touch my pussy but unable to because of the restraints. Though I was able to cum several times, at the end of the session I was craving more, and Master always leaves me feeling that way.