I got caught having BDSM phone sex at work. My boss, who has also been my Master for over 20 years, was out of town for a meeting. He was not due back until Friday. I forwarded my dirty talk lines to my work phone since I was the only one in the office. I work less and less hours as a paralegal these days, so I supplement with being a phone sex whore too. Master knows I do this, but I am not supposed to do it at work. The way he views it, I am on his dime. If he wants me to just sit there for 8 hours, I must just sit there for 8 hours. When Master walked in, I was just finishing a call. My panties were around my ankles, I had my ball gag in my mouth and my ass was bouncing up and down a suction cup dildo. I was torturing my ass for my phone master. Master was not happy. He let me finish the call, but I could see the rage in his eyes. He ripped the suction cup dildo off the wall and shoved it in my mouth forcing me to taste my own shit. I grimaced, which I am not permitted to do. I got slapped hard. He dragged me by my curly red locks to the “the room.” It is a supply closet, but the only supplies kept there are BDSM ones for when I am a bad girl. It is a punishment room. Master locked me up on the stockade. I was naked. He flogged my ass, whipped my pussy and put weighted clamps on both my nipples and my clit. He left me there overnight in the dark, alone, to ponder my mistake. When he released me this morning, I was stiff from standing all night and covered in piss. He ordered me to clean up and reminded me what happens to bad office whores.
Category: Bondage S&M
Crime and Punishment
Sometimes I can be an insolent bondage whore. Then again I don’t know anyone who doesn’t get a crabby bug up their ass once in a while. I know some of the most submissive women and men you could ever meet, and every so often I hear stories of the punishment that came with a crabby attitude. Last week, I got myself a little taste.
*Masturbation* isn’t all that big of a deal for most, but for a submissive with rules that you are not allowed to without permission, makes it a big deal. My Master knows that most types of punishment actually turn me on, but he does know what I don’t like. As simplistic as it is, I do not like being cold. I grew up in a very cold part of the country, and I live in continuously warm weather for that reason.
Master had been gone for a few weeks and I was lonely and horny, so I invited my bestie over for dinner and watch a flick. We ended up having a few too many glasses of wine and we ended up licking each other’s pussy until we both had a few orgasms. It was a night that I really needed with a companion and cumming. Master came home about 12 days later and when I picked him up at the airport he didn’t say much on the way back. I parked the car and all he said was for me to go to the basement and wait.
I made a straight line to the basement and he followed shortly after. He cuffed my wrists behind my back, left my t-shirt on and cut my panties off. I watched him walk to the washing machine, take the cold water hose off of it and turn the water on. I know from washing clothes that the water gets incredibly cold. He puts a nozzle on the end of it and starts to spray me down from head to toe. I am screaming from the cold, cold water while he tells me to tell him what I have been doing lately. I had totally forgotten by this time, the encounter I had with my bestie. “Have you cum while I was gone without permission whore?” he said. My mouth dropped open suddenly remembering the night and shit… the webcams. He continued spraying the freezing water all over me, but he abruptly put the hose down and picked up a flogger and began lashing my tits. I tried to make “pain” noises but it was hard to hide that I was enjoying his attention. After a while, he put his hands on his sides and told me I was a useless pain whore. Well, yeah… I usually enjoy it. I didn’t say that but I am sure he could tell what I was thinking. He frowned and took the cuffs off and told me to prepare his dinner. “Yes Sir,” I said with a bit of a grin. Maybe I got away with this one?
I Love Being A Submissive Whore!
i love being a submissive whore. Not only to my Master but to all that have a awesome fuck rod between their legs. i love being on chains waiting anticipating a Man to walk threw the door. Hopefully he brings friends, Little ones, or furry friends. The more the merrier. i love hearing the jingle of the door and the foot steps as you approach the room i am chained in. As you open the door you see me there ready on my knees, legs spread wide apart, hands on thighs palms up. Back arched tits and ass sticking out my head lowered my eyes cast to floor. When you enter i bow and out of respect. And wait your command. I am your 3 hole whore with no limits. All i want is your pleasure. Your happiness, I want you to leave me feeling completely content. Having a bad day at work? Something pissed you off. Come take out your anger on me. You lost money gambling. Come pimp me out to make back your money. Need a piece of furniture for your feet? Or an ashtray? Need a toliet? Or someone to bathe you? If you are looking for a whore with no limits. A whore that you do not have to care about her feelings. Then that whore is me. Nothing turns me on more then having no control. Being beaten and in pain and not being able to stop it cause i am the slave, your property. And you are the Master, my owner. i believe all things from a Man are a gift. Their beatings, their torture, their cum, their cocks,their piss, Their shit. And i will beg and plead for every one of those gifts. I know why females are here. We have basic knowledge. On how to cook, to clean, to serve, to obey, to respect, to raise good little whores and Men. We have three holes and two hands for cock. I love serving my Master and all Men. They are the king i am the servant. They are the Master, i am the property.. My only happiness comes from your happiness.
In the Stockade and We Played
I’m not just a submissive whore; I’m a submissive whore who loves hardcore bondage, device bondage, you name a type of bondage and I’m sure I’ll love it.

Waiting for that collar …
A new Master has been paying some attention to me. He gives me rules; He gives me balance and most of all He gives me confidence.
As He enters the room I make sure I am ready for inspection. Naked, tits presented, in position one, kneeling, knees apart and hands on thighs. Master enters and whispers on all fours whore. I put my elbows on the floor ass in the air; this is what He means all fours. He spanks my ass a few times and I wince but love the hot sensation on my ass when He is done. I look in the corner and Master has a new toy. By toy, I mean a place to bind me and use me as He pleases. Face down, neck and wrists in a stockade, this is humiliating, but Master says I need training. I feel a vibration on my pussy and know that He has a vibe on my clit, but then He walks in front of me. The vibe is still on? He tied it to the islets in the ceiling! As He stands in front of me He holds out 2 clamps with a string hanging from them. First He puts one on, then the other. Face down, tits are hanging and clamped, but then He adds 3 weights to the clamp, attaching them to the string hanging down. He stands in front of me again, grabs my chin and tells me to enjoy cumming, it may be the last time for a while. He goes to sit in a dark corner and watch as the vibe continuously sits on my clit. The weights are Heavenly and I Hear from the corner, shake the clamps off when you are cumming. Shake them off when I am cumming? I can barely speak when I am cumming, but doesn’t mean I won’t try. As I feel the rippling sensation from my pussy and Heading outward s to my whole body, I am shaking my tits as hard as I can, hoping the clamps drop off quickly. That, of course, was not the case. The clamps hung on right to the end of my nipple and when it finally fell off, the sweet sensations of that thin line of pain and pleasure come together and make the perfect orgasm. Thank you, Master.

















