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Tied and waiting

submissive whore It was so quiet in the little room I was left in. I couldn’t hear any sounds from the outside to know where I am. I can’t see anything, I’ve been blindfolded, gagged, and led here. I’m on my knees, all tied up, the ropes biting sweetly into the soft flesh of my ankles, my thighs, my wrists. My heart’s pounding, I don’t know what to expect. I feel a blast of wetness from my hungry pussy. I’m so scared, but I’m so excited, even though I don’t want to be. I hear footsteps, at least several people enter the room. I can hear metal, and shuffling sounds. My heart’s in my throat. I hear this powerful, female voice say ” alright boys, let’s teach this nasty slut a lesson, or two.” I try to move, try to scream as the hot slice of a whip sears across my tits. What’s next? What’s going to happen to me? You tell me.

Tied and Waiting

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Standing there tied to a pole and gagged, I could only wait for what was to come next. Two masked men came in and cut my new dress off with long scissors then took the gag out of my mouth. Naked in front of them, their eyes bore down on me through the masks.

They left the room and when they returned they were naked and carrying a whip, more rope, and several vibrators. Wanting to be a good girl for them, I got down on my knees and waited. One of the masked men came over and whipped me, while the other stood in front of me with his huge cock in my face. They were going to whip me until I begged them to put his cock in my mouth. I begged, I pleaded like a good little submissive whore. When he finally began to face fuck me, the other one fucked my ass while holding a vibrator to my pussy.

This is the kind of torture that I like.

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Slave training

I have very strict rules to live my life by. My master wants me dressed in very reveling clothes, full make up and hair done every single day. Our stupid fucktard paper boy came to collect money, I was taking one of my days off. My master doesn’t know that I don’t always dress up but the fucking paper boy mentioned something to him about how sick I looked. When master came home he was oddly quiet. I was waiting for him, but he just walked past me. I followed him down to the basement. In a very cold tone he told me to take everything off but my 5 inch heels. He pulled out his wooden triangle sawhorse table and told me to straddle the table. He raised the legs so high that the sharp unsealed edge of the table was split in-between my pussy lips. He attached my arms to the cuffs hanging down and put a spreader bar on my ankles.

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He pulled each of my heels off and I was standing on the very tips of my toes supporting my uneven body weight on the table. He walked behind me and opened the door. In walked in the pimpled face fucktard paper boy with a smile on his face. My master handed him a whip and told me the rules. I had to answer his questions honestly as he taught the paper boy how to spank a woman. “Did you pay the paper boy his fee this month.” I responded with a head nod, the paper boy whipped me. I screamed out a “YES MASTER!” He laughed to himself as the boy was itching to whip me again. “When you paid the paper boy, where you wearing your permitted outfit, dressed sexy all of the things you are supposed to do?” I put my head down, my legs where burning from holding all of my weight, I quietly said no. The crack of the whip hit me so hard I crumbled. My thighs were burning and I slammed my pussy onto the sharp wooden edge of the table. “For now on the paper boy get’s to use you in ANY way he see’s fit.” He grabbed a chair and watched that pimple faced prick as he said ” spank her bottom” He whipped me then throat fuck me till he blew his load all over my face. 

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Submissive Slut Druggy

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All I want is to be a submissive slut. The thing about being a submissive slut is you have to be born into that life! My parents made me submit to them, so now that is all I know. When guys actually are nice to me and treat me right I am confused. This is not how it is supposed to be! I am a stupid fucking whore. I don’t deserve to be treated like a human even.  I mean that’s how everyone has always made me feel so at this point I’ve gotten used to it. Accustomed to it, to say the least. It helps though, if I stay fucked up. I must admit I do have a little bit of an addiction. I greatly enjoy any drug I can get my hands on – it helps me get myself ‘loosened up’ so I don’t fight those cocks. Coke and weed together are perfect for me because I can get a perfect buzz when I do them together…and then I am helplessly theirs.

Submissive Whore

submissive whore You said you wanted a submissive whore, but do you know how to be a Dom? Have you thought about what it takes to train a submissive whore and mold her into the perfect subby for you? There is more to this relationship them just bondage or punishment. What kind of Sub do you need to make you happy and what kind of Dom do you need to be to achieve that?

I know just what my Master wants and needs from me and I make sure that he is pleased with me at all times. He is moody and can go from being a kind and loving Master to showing no mercy at all if he is not happy.

He opens the door to find me with my back towards him, on my knees, hands on my thighs palms up, my hair down around my shoulders, totally naked and my eyes lowered. His drink is made and waiting for him and sitting on the table by the door. He can smell dinner cooking in the kitchen.

I do not move until he tells me to and I still don’t know if tonight i will dine with him at the table or at his feet under the table.  This is the kind of submissive whore he needs me to be.

BDSM Dance Class

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I went to my Wednesday night dance class dressed a little better than usual, because the dance instructor had been catching my eye and last night was the night that I made my move. Throughout the class, I caught Bob the instructor checking me out. This was nothing new. I had been noticing him watching me for weeks now, and I wanted some of that action last night.

After class, I stuck behind and told Bob I’ve seen him watching me, “Let’s just fuck and get it over with, ” I said. He did not reply, only took me by the hand and led me to a dark room in the back which did not have any windows. On the walls, there was all kinds of Mr. Grey bondage type shit. He tied my hands behind my back and then tied that to the dance barre. He blindfolded me next and removed all of my clothes. Next came the clamps on my nipples, which he tugged on as he told me to get on my knees in a gruff voice.

I felt his hard throbbing cock press against my lips and I opened up, licking and sucking like a good little submissive. Still on my knees, he got behind me and began to fuck my ass with a fierce intensity. He pulled my hair and fucked me hard, just like I knew he would. We played for hours, and I took his load wherever he wanted to put it. When I left, I had cum in every possible place and I am sure that he was pleased.

I can’t wait until next weeks class.

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Punished For Losing

Bondage whoreI could not believe I had lost to a much younger, less experienced slut! My master was so confident in my cock sucking abilities, he pitted me against a friends submissive whore in a deep throat competition. As the circles of masters watched on with their cocks out, we made our way around the circle deep throating each and every one. There were twelve in all. Both of us had each taken their cocks completely down our throats. We were tied fr best cock sucker. The masters announced a tie breaker. From the other room, the hosts butler entered and opened his pants. He pulled out a huge cock, like I had never seen before. Surely neither of us could take that monster all the way down. As long as I could take him deeper than the younger slut, I would win. I struggled to take as much of that monster down my throat as possible. I gagged and choked, tears running down my face, yet I pushed on, until my mouth and throat was as full as possible. Still over an inch of this horse sized cock remained unswallowed. My competitor approached. She struggled much as I had. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she struggled to choke down his massive organ. I stated in disbelief as she managed to take the whole thing. All the masters praised her abilities. It hurt to see my master praise her. I had let him down.

Of course, I must be punished for embarrassing my master. That is how I have come to find myself in my current situation. I was bound at the ankles and wrists in the center of the room, with a mask over my face. My ass is high in the air. All 12 master will approach and assist my master in my discipline. I feel flogs, canes, and other weapons striking me. I know that I deserve each and every lick that I get. The pain is horrid. I am humiliated. Yet, for some reason, I can feel my pussy juices begin to leak a little more with each strike. I only hope that once my beating is complete, my master will show me mercy and use something to relieve this ache inside me.

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Old School Submissive Whore

submissive whoreLooking for a submissive whore? I’m an old school kind of woman. My mom was June Clever. She was a stay at home mother who doted on me and my brother and worshiped my daddy. On the outside it was all very Mad Men. Wife cooked, cleaned, birthed the brats and had her husband’s martini and slippers ready when he came home from work. But behind closed doors it was 50 Shades of Gray. I was pretty young when I found the special room. It had all sorts of strange devices to a young girl. I know  now those devices intimately. Ball gags, hand cuffs, cat of 9 tails, spreader bars, blind folds, whips, riding crop…. all the accoutrements  of a bondage whore. My mother was my dad’s submissive in and out of the bedroom.

bondage whoreWhen I reached a certain age, I too became my father’s submissive little whore. He taught me how to be a good sex slave. He taught me the art of bondage and BDSM games. But the difference between then and now is that few men are into soft core bondage. The days of master and servant are over. There are no safe words. I need a new master. Mine is just too old for our bondage games.  I enjoy bondage, BDSM and spanking , however they seem so vanilla in comparison to the extreme submissive phone sex things you want me to do. I drink piss; I swallow puke and gallons of cum. I even eat shit. I burn myself with cigarettes; cut myself with razor blades. I put pins through my nipples and sodomize my ass with beer bottles. All these things are what the modern dominate man seems to enjoy, so I deliver.

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HIS Submissive Whore

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My title might be a submissive whore but I am his submissive whore. His submissive slut that takes care of him, and he takes care of me. We take care of each other’s desires. I do everything he tells me to do. I will never disappoint him! I would not like to be punished. I would not be able to imagine what he would do, but I won’t have to worry about that. I have been keeping up with myself. Bathing every day and soaking my body with Epsom salts after I work out. I’ve been making smoothies in the mornings to stay healthy and to keep my body ready for breeding. I just got my toes done and my nails so when we go out this weekend I look like a good submissive slut. I am HIS submissive slut and that’s all I want. I enjoy him telling me what to do but still encouraging me as a women…he’s the best master I could ever have.

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Submissive Whore: What are Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies?

submissive whoreSubmissive whore Bernice is should be my legal name. No last name, because I belong to which ever man I am with at the moment. My current long term master is in his 60s. He is winding down on the S and M games. He was always more old school domination anyway. Actually, the men today are a completely different breed and it scares me. Master respected my code words. He never scarred me, or put me in any real danger, but the men I meet online and at fetish clubs make him look like a Disney character. Over the weekend, I tried this new bondage club in Cincinnati. I had to drive a few hours, so I booked a hotel room for the weekend. It is a high end bondage club, invite only. I felt so honored to get a golden ticket to this place that it never occurred to me that it would not be as upscale as it seemed.

rape phone sex fantasiesWhen I arrived, it looked nothing like the pictures. This was just a big warehouse; pretty much a dungeon. There were other women there too looking equally perplexed.  We were rushed by a group of men. It became clear this was no bondage club. This was a rape fantasy club. We were hand selected because we fit the image that the men paying top dollar fantasized about force fucking. I knew none of the men I could see. I was shoved down on the cold concrete slab, bound and gagged with my own undergarments. I looked to both sides and saw other women like me being brutalized by unknown men. I’ve heard of BDSM clubs, even pain clubs, but never rape fantasy clubs. I spent 3 days in a basement being force fucked in all my holes. I had to use a bucket for a toilet. I was denied food and water. I slept on the concrete floor like a dog chained up in a junkyard. After three days, my ass was prolapsed. I smelled awful. I had lost some weight. I was a hot mess. I was turned out on the street disoriented and lost.  I had been used for three days to satisfy some stranger’s dark fantasies. If you had me for three days, what would you do to me?