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Master Thinks He Is Funny

submissive whore robynThe last time Master went shopping he took me with him on my leash. I had to crawl along the sidewalk next to him being very careful not to get ahead of him. I always have to stay next to him or behind him like a good submissive. As we got to the bar he was headed for we passed a dress shop. Master stopped and was looking at the things in the window. He pointed to a particular dress. Short and black and very sexy and asked me if I liked it. I responded that I did very much. He smiled and continued on to the bar.
When we got there I was a good little pet, never getting up off the floor. Licking his friend’s shoes clean and lapping up the drinks that were spilled on the floor.
Today Master went out by himself. The phone rang and it was him. I answered it after the proper number of rings.
His voice came over the line, “Do you remember that little black dress that we saw my pet? The one that you liked so much?”
I licked my lips, and replied in a faint voice, “Yes Master”
My heart skipped a beat thinking he was buying it for me to wear for him.
“I am here at the store where we saw it”
“Oh Thank you Master! I don’t deserve it I am a slut after all.”
He laughed and said, “I am not there anymore. I didn’t even stop. I am in the bar now getting drunk and laughing at your stupidity”

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I am your dirty submissive whore! I will do what ever you tell me to because I want to see that look in your eyes. That deviant look with the sparkle in your eyes as you spank me. When your cock twitches as I call my self a stupid dirty cum whore. I want to beg you for your cock and balls! I want to worship your big sexy cock. Let me lick your feet! Make me your stupid whore!

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Break me down and train me to be your worthless slave. I want to please you and be your sub. I want to make you happy master. I will degrade myself for you. I will be your good slave. I will worship the ground you walk on. Please master make me be your worthless slave! Make me your personal portable toilet slave. I will do anything and every you tell me. If I don’t do it the way you want me to, then punish me! 

Take It All Away

submissive whore leahYou can take my pretty clothes away, you can throw away my make-up.
You can toss my jewelry and shoes in the trash.
Other guys still look at me because I’m a pretty girl, and you don’t like that.
You can cut off all of my long, blond hair.
You can rip off my painted fingernails.
You can punch my luscious lips till they split open and my teeth fall out.
You can scar my smooth skin; brand it, slice it, burn it.
You can smash my flawless feet, toes to heels.
You can destroy my body until I am nothing more than three wet holes for you to use, to fuck, to violate.
You can do all of this, and I’ll love you for it.
You can do all of this, just because you can.

Christmas With A Submissive Whore

submissive whore robynMaster woke up this morning in a very festive mood. I found him in the living room dressed as Santa with several toys surrounding him including a leash and collar. Being a submissive whore my pussy was dripping wet in an instant. I couldn’t wait for my Christmas present. With my eyes lowered I approached him and dropped to my knees. Even from down here I could smell the whiskey and he was swaying. To my surprise he ordered me to get up. “I have something different in mind for us today, my little whore” he said in very slurred speech, He lifted my chin and said that he wanted to be my submissive Santa this Christmas. His dick was rock hard under his velvety red Santa pants and my body responded in kind. Taking the collar with shaking hands I fastened it around his neck and snapped the leach in place. At first I was timid and scared but he urged me to go for it. I shoved him roughly to the floor and pulled his pants down for a good bare bottom spanking with the whip. As his ass got red and hot I got more and more turned on. His dick was throbbing and jumping and his balls were contracting. I knew he was going to cum all over his Santa suit. I ordered him to stop and not waist that cum of his. I drank it all up before making him my bondage whore for the afternoon. Merry Christmas to me!submissive phone sex specials

A Bad Girl needs to be punished

submissive whore LeahOn occasion, I am naughty. I wear clothes that show off my body.
Tiny skirts, flimsy shirts, making all the horny men squirt.
No panties on, I walk with sass. Swinging my hips to shake my ass.
Showing off my little bits, pulling my top to expose my tits.
Behavior that I think is fine, my Master says is out of line.
I strut my stuff by light of day, but when Master finds out, it’s time to pay.
He measures out each indiscretion, weighing them for a painful lesson.
Step by step, just like a dance. I’m over his lap, He pulls down my pants.
My smile shatters just like glass as blow by blow rains down on my ass.
He hits sure and He hits hard, slowly breaking down my guard.
My flesh grows hot, the skin reddens. Sadly, the pain does not deaden.
The lesson is learned, and so it is; I will not show off what is His.

Submissive Whore Christmas

submissive whore robyn1Being a submissive whore is the only thing I know. Yesterday master wanted to decorate the tree for the holiday season, he stuffed my cunt full of tree ornaments, they were the old glass kind and as he stuffed them in my pussy and there was no more room, they would break from the force of his shoving the next one in. My pussy was bleeding and cut from him forcing more and more ornaments in me. \When  he was done he pulled them all out and put me face down and ass up filling me with whiskey so that he could drink it out of me. I was his human flask, It burned so bad but I new better then to cry out or complain. That would have earned me more punishment. I know how to be the best submissive I can be and to tell you the truth when it was all over the juices that my pussy produced were very soothing.

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Master, Master – won’t you make me your breeding whore? I am begging and begging to be your one to impregnate. See me there all bound up and ready for you! I want this as your submissive whore, I need this as the subby slut I am. You and I both know it’s all I crave. Nothing else will please me, but you already know that. Although, it’s all about you. Pleasing you with my whore body, going to any length possible to take care of you and your desires. I can only hope that we share the same interest in filling my cunt up with all that hot sticky cum. That cum that is so deep inside my willing slutty cunt is what is going to bring me to cumming for you, at the very thought of what that cum could do for me. Could do for us… I could be a pregnant whore just because you blew your fat load deep into my pussy as I laid there and moaned and begged for every stroke of your cock and ever deep thrust into my pussy.

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All I ever wanted was to be used.  Abused as I should be… fucked relentlessly. I knew I was into being dominated, knew how much it turned me on to feel a cock forcing its way into one of my holes, having no control. I knew how soaking wet I got feeling my wrists bound, my ankles bound, the ball gag placed in my mouth. What could make me more helpless than that? It has my pussy dripping thinking about it. So soaking wet for it too…just waiting and needing to be fucked like the total submissive whore I am, begging thru the ball gag in my mouth, whimpering as I am teased with your cock. You know a slut like me would do anything for your dick and that’s why you test my limits. That’s why you keep trying me to see if I will beg for you to stop…stop torturing, beating, teasing…. You fucking name it. You know I won’t complain, in fact you know I will beg for more, even as I have my drool running down my face. Such a pathetic submissive whore I have, only to be used for what I am worth.

A Good Spanking Gone Wrong

submissive whore leahDeep down, I’ve always been a filthy, depraved Pain Slut but I just never knew it.
My first taste of pain came from a one night stand, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger with an enormous bulge under leather pants.
Back then, I was your average young, bratty cocktease; Always flashing my tight and hairless pussy under short skirts and never, EVER wearing a bra just so my puffy, sensitive nipples would peek over my tiny tops. Nothing gets my pussy soaking wet quicker than playing with men, letting them think they have a chance to taste me and then smashing their hope to pieces.
Mr. Mystery bought me round after round of drinks, sometimes bringing them to me himself and every time I would brush him off, snotty attitude turned on high and always taking the drink with me.
His persistence paid off, or maybe he put something in one of my many, MANY drinks, but I left the bar with Mr. Sexy Leather Pants and went to his place.
As soon as we got through the door he fisted my hair and dragged me into his bedroom, me kicking and screaming the whole way as I felt strands of hair being torn off of my scalp.
Right before we got to his bed he grabbed my shirt and ripped it off, using it to gag me. He threw me on the bed and started… CHEWING on my extremely sensitive nipples! Wrists held above my head, tears falling down my face, and my cunt wetter than it has EVER been before, juices oozing down my thighs.
He grabbed my cute leather belt and worked it off of me, He looked me dead in the eye before saying “You know you’ve had this coming for a long damn time, don’t you?”
He flipped me over and laid a quick amount of sharp smacks to my perky cheeks, one right after the other without stopping.
I’m moaning through my gag until the spanking turns into something close to a beating, then I’m a writhing, screaming mess trying to grind my clit against the mattress.
My poor ass was burning hot by the time he was done with it, but not with me.
My ruined leather belt tied my hands behind my back, gigantic throbbing cock being shoved into my tight twat, and the rest of the night is a blur of pain and bliss.
My purpose in life has since been made clear to me: My body is for your pleasure.

Bondage Phone Sex with a Pig

bondage phone sex whoreBondage phone sex is one of my specialties. I love being bound and gagged like a pig. It makes me feel so vulnerable. If I am restrained with a ball gag, you can do anything you want to me. I cannot resist you nor can I scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. This weekend I hooked up with a guy I met at a bondage club. In the club he respected my boundaries and safe words. He was a different breed at my house. He got verbally abusive calling me a fat fucking pig. In fact, he made me oink like a pig for hours. As if that was not humiliating enough, he emptied my garbage can on to the floor. He forced me to gobble up all the spoiled and moldy leftover food from Thanksgiving. I even had to lick up old coffee grounds and dog food.

submissive whoreMy arms were restrained behind me so he could pull the rope to control me. One wrong pull and my arms would snap in two. He had a whip that he used with pleasure if I hesitated to lick anything off the floor. “Be a good submissive whore and clean up your mess,” he would scream at me repeatedly. I devoured so much garbage I felt sick. Like a junk yard dog that ate too much. Once all the garbage was eaten off the floor by me, even the plastic and paper, he pissed down my throat. Held my nose tight forcing me to swallow his salty piss water. I thought when I brought him home, I was in for some sensual bondage, maybe some spanking and a little S & M. It was total degradation. I was his worthless pig. Not even a fuck pig. He said I was not good enough for his cock, only his piss, shit and laughter.

He left me tied up, covered in piss and in need of a stomach pump. How would you leave me?