Every time I come over to my brother’s house, he’s always walking around with his shirt off and in his boxers. We always drink together and hang out, but the other night he took things a step further. He made one of his “special drinks” and I got entirely too intoxicated that I couldn’t drive home. He offered for me to crash there and that I could sleep in his room in which I obliged. Even through my drunk haze, I could feel his hands groping me as he helped me up the stairs and into his room. I didn’t put too much thought to it, laid down and went into a drunken slumber. A while later, I heard the door squeak as it opened back up. I saw the light of the hallway before the door shut again. I thought my brother was just checking on me until I felt his remove the blanket from over my naked body. I moaned with anticipation as he rubbed my body up and down, ending his journey with his fingers inside my pussy. “What are you doing?” I asked. He quickly told me to shut up as he continued to finger my pussy. Even though I knew this was wrong, it was feeling too right. He lifted me up and placed me on my knees on the floor as he placed a collar around my neck and ball gag in my mouth. “You’re going to be a good whore, right sis?” he asked. I nodded in agreement as he lifted me to my feet. He kissed and licked me all over before leaning me on the bed and burying his huge dick in me. He used the collar to choke me as he pounded my pussy, my moans being muffled by the gag in my mouth. This was the best sex I had ever had and it was with my brother. He fucked me so good and made sure no one could hear my screams, the only time he removed the gag from my mouth was when I was deepthroating his cock. I keep replaying it like a movie in my head, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. The way he felt, the way he commanded and dominated me, I couldn’t believe it. He’s my brother, but I’m definitely going to get that good dick again!
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I Will Be a Submissive Whore Again by Christmas
Do you want a submissive whore for Christmas? I promise to be whatever you want or need. Master thinks I have lost my sense of place. According to him, quarantine has spoiled me. He is right. I have lost my way, so I am back on Tinder. Do not tell Master. He would be upset that I am violating stay at home orders. But am I? I am still at home. The dudes are coming to me. I make sure the men know I am a submissive woman. I know I need to get back in the game. This is the longest I have gone without some extreme humiliation and hardcore treatment. I am making up for it too. Men who do not know me, have an easier time using me. Last week, I had two different guys who helped get me back to my submissive roots. Tyler is a 25-year-old milf hater. Mommy issues, maybe. Or maybe just a young misogynistic guy. There were no pleasantries when he arrived. He stripped me naked and dragged me into my bathroom. He flushed my face in the toilet a few times until I was spitting up toilet water. Then he pissed in my face. He did not want to fuck a diseased whore (what he called me). He did want to humiliate me with some toilet sex, however. I hate bathroom play. He reminded me what a submissive slut I am. The next guy to come over was a seasoned master. He was in his late 30s and hated me at hello. Now, this guy fucked me. He fisted me too. He had no problem gaping my asshole and cunt. No problem filling me with cum too. One guy left me smelling like an outhouse. The other guy left me sitting on an ice tray for several days. I am getting back to my submissive roots quickly. I will be a good slave again by Christmas.
My Bondage and Submission Roots
Bondage and submission is what I was put on this earth to do. Men cannot just tie up any whore. Well, they can, but not all women are willing bondage slaves. There are no consequences tying me up because I am a willing whore. I was not always, however. It is weird how the things you hated when you were young you grow up to love. I was just a little girl when my mother left me. She met a new man, and I was expendable. She knew what a mean man my father was, and she left me with him. Left me to fend for myself and she never looked back. Never came looking for me, not even when I was an adult. When I was just a peanut, daddy tied me to chairs so he could skull fuck me. Maybe he would tie me to my princess bed posters so I would not fight while he forced his cock inside my tiny pussy. When I entered my teen years, daddy upped his game. He became fearful I would runaway and leave him like my mother. He pulled me from school saying I was sick and needed to be home schooled, but he never hired anyone to home school me. He turned me into his sex slave and laid the seeds for me to become a bondage whore as an adult. He caught me once trying to escape through my bedroom window. He thought I was running away, but I just wanted out of the house. At that point it had been months since I went outside. I spent the next 4 years tied up or shackled. Daddy would whip me tied up. He would fuck me tied up. He would sodomize me with his empty beer bottles tied up. And he would let his friends fuck me tied up too. I would be left tied up for hours a day, only released to pee twice a day. I lucked out one day and got loose. I ran away, vowing never to be tied up again. We know how that turned out for me though.
Door To Door Submissive Whore
I’ve opened my very own door to door submissive whore service, and that’s why I’m the best little slut that’s ever existed. I spend my days serving Masters and men all over the city. From sun up to sun down, I’m sucking cocks and taking loads. I’m the perfect little anal bitch, the most wonderful toilet slave. I’ll open my lips and drink your piss, or cover myself in your nasty shit. I live to please beyond all other things. Any fucked up fetish you have, I’ll explore with you. May I worship your feet, Master? May I lick at your soles, and suck on your toes? Would you prefer you stretch out my asshole, and shove any object of your choosing into my tight little shit box? I’ll beg you for it, any sadistic pain you’d care to inflict upon me. I’m your whipping post, your punching bag. I go home every night, satisfied that I’ve lived as the submissive slut that I am. I’ve served, and sucked, and fucked. My body is covered in bruises and lacerations when I bathe every evening, and that only makes my cunt drip more than Niagara Falls. If you need to let off some steam, I’m the submissive cunt for you. I’m ready, and willing. I’ll be your little slave girl, just open the door.
Bukkake Phone Sex Tales from a subslut
Being a trained and obedient sub slut, I have a more than a few bukkake phone sex tales to share.
Last year I thought I was done with the gang bang scenes. But as a Master you know as submissive women living the life 24/7 will never truly be out from under the multi men fucks! The basement was cold and wet and thought we had decided to make it a wine cellar. But I was soon to find out that Master had arranged a ten man gang bang for his slave wife. I tried to run upstairs but it was no use, the men were dragging me back down by my feet. My stockings were ripped and my face hit the stairs. Brutal is all that went through my mind. In the swinging light of the once happy BDSM room, I saw masked men and cocks out all around me. I wiped the blood off my lips and began the cock sucking of a lifetime. See, this is submissive sex. I can not say no, nor do I want to. I wanted to swallow each load that night but I was only given the opportunity to be came all over. And the worst part is they made me crawl out of the basement window and walk all the way around the house in the dawning light. My shame for the neighbors to see. They think I am a cheating slut now and no one will talk to me. No one knows but the people my Husband/Master bring home how filthy a whore I really am!
















