Submissive Whore. If you look up the term, pretty sure you will see my picture, or at the very least a clear description of my life. My mother taught me at a young age, through example, that a woman’s job was to serve men, especially her husband. I got married at 20, started birthing babies immediately as a good wife is barefoot and pregnant, right? My mother greeted my daddy when he came home from work with a Martini and his slippers. In a more modernized world, I greeted my husband after a long day of work, naked and on all fours. His slippers in my mouth, his cold beer in my ass. I would blow him while he watched Jeopardy, then go make him dinner. My ass was the TV tray for his meal. I knew not to speak during dinner, because the TV was better company than my mouth. I am just a stupid cunt with nothing important to say anyway. When it was time for bed, I would blow him again, then let him do whatever he wanted to me. Usually, I was his bondage whore in the bedroom. He would tie up my hands and feet. Men like a docile woman when ravaging their asses. My husband was brutal too. Fists, baseball bats, wine bottles… anything huge, he liked to shove up my back door. I wasn’t permitted to ever cum. Nor could I speak or cry without being beaten. Sadly, my husband died in a car accident, leaving me empty. I have a former boss who has been a good surrogate as a Master, but he is getting up there in age and not able to use and abuse me the way he could a decade ago. My oldest son is attempting to fill the void left by his father because he knows a submissive slut like his momma needs constant supervision and training. I have gone from one Master, to many. Maybe you would like to be one too?
Category: Bondage whore
Submissive Whore Forever and Always
Stuck on Good Friday
Being raised in an ultra religious household, I was taught all kinds of superstitions. One superstition is that is you have sex on Good Friday, you will get stuck to your partner for no less than 24 hours. For the longest time I wouldn’t test the theory. I knew it was just superstition but still, why chance it right?
Last year on Good Friday, my master and I engaged in some bondage and submission sex play. My cuffs were placed on a pulley and my arms were stretched high above my head. My breasts were bound with rope and nipple clamps were in place. My legs were spread by the bar and feet tied open by rope to the wooden platform. My master had a very good time using my body throughout our session. My pussy was dripping from the erotic position as well as the spanking of my ass and the pulling of the harsh nipple clamps.
I was all set to be fucked good and hard. Master attempted to remove the cuffs from the pulley and found the lock had jammed. He tried both sets of keys and neither was working. He tried everything including attempting to cut the cuffs with a hand saw. Nothing was working to remove those cuffs. I ended up having to wait on a locksmith to come out to relieve me. I guess he was into bondage as well because he certainly had an erection tenting his pants. My master even allowed him to have a little fun with me.
While I wasn’t stuck to my partner, I certainly was stuck in an awkward position. Maybe there is something to those superstitions after all!
Victims
You can always find more victims for your rape phone sex fantasies. Just like me, Makayla is a submissive slut and craves and submissive phone sex she can get! I don’t blame her…I love extreme bondage and that just goes along with all the vicious ways you can think of satisfying all your rape fantasies! I know you want to hear us cry and scream and beg you not to hurt us, to not fuck us. But you know we are whores, deserving little cunts that need to be violated. We want to be forced, we know nothing else than being forced to do the most taboo things, and we never complain when hurt. We just cry and whimper and beg for more as your victims.