I am full of erotic submissive stories. I was born into this world submissive. My mom was my dad’s sub for the first few years of my life. I grew up seeing her do everything like a 50s housewife and more for my father. She cooked and cleaned. She had his beer ready for him and his slippers the moment he came from work. He would smack her around too. I would see things I did not understand when I was little. There was a dungeon room with what I now know is BDSM equipment. One day, my mom left. She was tired of being my dad’s punching bag and submissive whore. She had no friends. She never left the house without either me or my dad. This was the time before the Internet and cell phones. I never knew how she met another guy, but she did, and she left. Said she would come back for me and never did. I never saw her again. With her gone, I became daddy’s punching bag, prisoner and submissive girl. I have tons of stories about being daddy’s good girl in the early 90s. When I ran away, I thought I would escape that life, but it seems being submissive is my destiny. I met a man who I married and became his submissive slut. I bore him two brats and it was a miracle they survived to be delivered because he beat me pregnant as well as pimped me out for gang bangs. I fled him, just like I did my father and that was when I met a much older man who became my master for the past two decades. Between my father, my ex-husband, and my master, I am full of submissive stories that will make dominant men horny as fuck.
Category: Bondage submission
Bondage Phone Sex Makes Me Wet
Bondage phone sex is my safe place. I know that sounds weird, but I love being tied up and helpless. When I have had a stressful day or week, nothing takes the stress away better than being tied up. I was so happy that my favorite bondage club opened back up this week. It is allowing fewer people inside, but something is better than nothing. It has been closed for over a year. The day I got a text it was reopening, I went. I had to wear a mask, but that was just in the common areas. When a man took me to a room, we could take our masks off. I dressed up for the occasion. I did my hair and nails. I wore make-up too. I wanted to be some one’s bondage whore. I needed to be. My first two weeks back to work have been stressful and painful. Getting tied up would help me escape. Dave selected me. He said I had a perfect body for bondage. I have heard that before too. Big tits and a fat ass make me a bondage master’s wet dream. He had some blue rope to bind me with. He was an expert in rope too. He tied me up in several different positions. Ball tie, hog tie, crab tie, reverse tie, breast tie, prayer tie…. All the bondage positions, he knew. We were in the private room for hours while he was practicing his bondage techniques. We ended our session with some horizontal suspension bondage. The room we were in had all the proper equipment for suspension bondage. While I was naked and hanging from a bar by my feet with my hands bound behind my back, he pissed on me. In this club, we are not supposed to exchange any bodily fluids. It is a legit BDSM club, but he said that I was such a good bondage and submission whore that I deserved a treat. I would have eaten his shit and I hate scat. That is just how excited I was to be tired up by some one who knew what he was doing.
The Anal Annihilators
The zip ties were cutting into my wrists and my tits were so purple from being choked by the ropes, I thought they might fall off!
The clamp that was latched to my clit had an electrical shock that surged and sent my pussy into convulsions and the ball gag muffled my screams just enough to make the neighbors question if it was tantric sex or torture!
Both! It was both!
My master loves tying me up and my screams bring him so much erotic pleasure!
And he always lets me cum when we have our training sessions and no one can make me cum like he can!
But this time he just watched!
My blindfold hid the identity but I knew the hard cock that was being forced into my bruised pussy wasn’t his.
And that throbbing cock was followed by another, and then another, until my tender pussy was swollen and red and dripping with the cum of countless men!
I heard the men leave as my master untied me.
My body fell to the floor and I pulled my blindfold off to see a wad of cash on the table!
He told me I was going to earn my keep one way or another!
And that ended the pussy pounding portion of the evening…then he yelled to a new group of men…” Send down the anal annihilators!”

















