Mister asked me to come over to his unexpected and when I arrived there was another sir there. I had a look on my face like what is going on. I was told to bend over and of course I did, being the obedient subby that I am. He let this new mister spank me and do a countdown with showing him how to do rope work. The new mister is going to be so good at rope work but he needs a lot of practice. It makes me moist to get spanked and tied up by a newbie and him seeing how obedient I am. I can’t wait to go back and have him fuck me hard. I love to be used and abused in any manner you see fit.
Category: Bondage S&M
Submissive Whore: Abuse Me While Your Wife Post Holiday Shops
As a submissive whore, I will be slaving away today and tomorrow pleasing men. No shopping allowed for me on the day after Christmas. Master wants me making money, not spending money. While wives and girlfriends shop for post-holiday sales and return ugly sweaters, I will be waiting to be abused and used. Master gave me the day off from his office to be a phone slave. He is hoping men will humiliate me and use my whore body for their perverse pleasures. He is getting old and he made me take this phone sex job because he gets off hearing how cruel and aggressive you get with me. He is an old man now. He cannot abuse me like he used to. Plus, his dick doesn’t get as hard as it once did. One of the many pitfalls of growing old. He told me, however, that the violent and degrading way you treat me is like Viagra for him. He gets wood in his boxers when I tell him all about being a submissive slut on the phone. I know the holidays can be stressful as well as sexually frustrating. My suggestion to you is that when your wife leaves to shop on Tuesday, you call me to release some stress. Use me as a punching bag. Use me as a cum dumpster. You will spend less money on me than your spoiled wife will charge to your credit cards. Plus, I never say no. I never turn you down. Not even your darkest desires.
Extreme Bondage- I love Being Obedient
I work this office job and I need that release of someone being in control of how I orgasm and if I do because of how dominant I have to be in every other aspect of my life. I have been looking online and I meet with this master tonight. I am so excited, it has been a while for me. I arrive at his house and this guy is classy and in an upper class neighborhood. I walked up and rang the doorbell and this handsome man comes to the door. He is 6’3’’, dark hair, nice smile and lean looking.
He took my hand and pulled me in and told me to strip right there. I did and he commanded me to answer with yes sir or no sir and not to be spoken to unless he said. He walked me upstairs, there was rope and of course a gag ball. He said for me to go to the bed and turn around, I could hear him coming up to me and he came up behind me and put his hand around my throat. It shocked me but I was going to do anything to please Master.
He kept choking me and then he put 2 fingers in my pussy. I moaned and was struggling to breath. I could feel myself passing, I woke up to him fucking me, and then he passed me out again. I woke up a couple more times. I loved what was happening. He told me because I was so obedient he would let me serve him again.
I Love Master
Did I ever tell you how much I love my Master? Well I do! He keeps me in line. I get daily discipline, sometimes even twice a day. I get his cock in all 3 of my holes several times a day. I get to feel his cum, and he puts his cum in a new spot on or in my body each time. Any time I start to act bratty or try to get above myself. Master puts me back in my place without hesitation. He demands total respect all the time! I love his cruel spot on discipline. And his complete control over my body and mind. This is what I have always wanted ever since I was a wee one. To be a slave to a true Master and I have one.
Submissive Phone Sex Slut
Do you like submissive phone sex? I love being dominated. One of the great things about being a phone sex submissive is I can test my boundaries; discover what if any limits I have. I am an old school submissive. I find that a lot of my callers don’t understand the master and servant relationship. They just want to use a whore, degrade her, maybe even physically harm her. A true master/servant relationship is built on trust and respect. It is not about being a misogynistic asshole on a power trip who hates women because some chick dumped him. There are safe words and boundaries. I know times have changed, but I am hopeful I can still find a new master who understands the old school BDSM world. Last night, I picked up a guy in a bondage club. We got a VIP room and discussed safe words before the fun began. I was hopeful I had found a partner who understood what I was looking for in a master. He tied me up and suspended me from a beam. My feet were bound. I had on nipple clamps and a ball gag. He was using a switch, a cat of nine tails and a riding crop on me. My pussy was wet. I had a good feeling about him. He seemed to know not to take the pain too far. Then when he whipped me too hard and I yelled out our agreed upon safe word, he just laughed and said, “I don’t care what a submissive slut wants,” and whipped me harder. He drew blood on my breasts and belly. I kept repeating our safe word as best as I could with a ball gag in my mouth. He just kept laughing and whipping me harder. I left the club bloodied and likely scarred permanently. Maybe I will never find the kind of old school dominant man I crave. Maybe that is not what I deserve.
Submissive Whore Begs
I’m such a submissive whore. I met this guy at a bondage club. He was way out of my league. Half my age with a body and face like a Greek God. He had a hot blonde subby pet with him. She was wearing a collar and on a leash crawling on the floor like a dog. I was there unaccompanied, but I wanted to be owned like that girl. I did something I never do. I approached him first. I tapped him on the shoulder and begged for him to use me. He looked me up and down, paused long enough to make me nervous, then he ordered me into a room. I told him I would do anything to just be in his presence for awhile. He ordered me to strip and get on the floor. He stood over me looking 10 feet tall. He pulled out his cock and pissed in my face. He laughed at me for thinking I could be anything more than his human toilet. What is wrong with me? I was happy to drink his piss. I begged for more. I would have eaten his shit if it was offered. He drained his tank all over my body then spit in my face. He had his pet girl piss on me too. She raised her leg like a dog and urinated on me. They both laughed, called me some names then left. I went home smelling like piss and masturbated for hours thinking of our brief encounter.















