Master tied me up and told me we would have a photoshoot. He took many pics of me tied up. He wasn’t done with me, two men walked in and they had floggers at hand. They flogged me hard and I could tell they loved it because their cocks were hard poking out at me. Master ordered me to please them in any way and to not let him down. I would never want to let master down so I opened my mouth wide. I took one throbbing cock in my mouth and soon after one in my pussy. I could tell master was pleased. He took the flogger and flogged me more as I got fucked. He wanted to use me and have me feel the sting on my body. It felt so good I didn’t even notice when the dick started filling my mouth up. I made sure to swallow every drop. I wasn’t done I bounced my ass back on the other big cock, I was determined to get every drop out of his cock to make master proud of me. That is what I did and when I was done, I swallowed master’s entire load.
Category: Cock worshiping
Submissive Slut On the 4th
For a submissive slut like me, summertime means that I will be wearing a tiny bikini all summer while I serve Master and his friends out by the pool. Well, if he even permits me to wear anything at all. Sometimes he likes me to be naked at all times in case he or one of his friends gets in the mood to fuck me. I just never know when someone is going to come up behind me and bend me over or grab me and push me down onto my knees. I used to resist, but they would just fuck my holes anyway. Since I knew it was going to happen anyway, I just learned to enjoy it.
Today is the 4th, but Master had his party yesterday. It was an all day event and by the end of it, all of my holes were sore. Even the back of my throat was sore from all of the throat fucking that went on. Do you want to know all the dirty stuff that they did to me yesterday? You should call me while it’s fresh in my mind so I can tell you everything. I’m ready and waiting for you, Sir.
Slave Training Phone Slut
When you pick me as your submissive mistress, you don’t even have to worry about putting me through slave training. That is, unless there’s something very specific that you want me to do for you. I have been owned by a Master for a while and he has taught me to be a good slave and I pride myself on that. And if you’re not sure exactly what you want from me, that’s okay. I would love to tell you stories of how my Master whipped me (literally) into shape. I was a bit wild so it took him a while, but he did a really great job.
I now know that my place in this world is at the feet of real, dominant men just like you. I don’t even try to pretend like I could ever be anything else. I submit willingly and I am thankful for every single opportunity I have to please you. My Master always told me that I might as well get used to being submissive because it was the only thing I’d ever be any good at and now, I agree. If you want to see for yourself, please consider calling me. I can’t wait to get a chance to make you happy.
I “Escaped” A Traffick Jam
I had a young, tight pussy the first time I was sold to another man and fucked sensless. It was such an intense experience, I don’t know if any retelling will do it justice, but I’m going to try. Blindfolded, and tied down, I was sweating. The room was warm. I could see the glow of candles around the edges of my blinder. My naked body shivered every single time his breath caressed the inside of my thigh.
I was terrified, but I’d been told if I begged him not to hurt me, he’d hurt me real bad. My innocent pussy was pooling drool on the sheets below me. He laughed when he saw, letting the flogger kiss over my soft skin again. He beat me hard. I tried not to cry out; the ball gag in my mouth really helped with that. He mounted me then, without grace. I lost my virginity to a man who’s face I never even saw.
I’ll never forget the way his cock ripped into me, and the way I screamed against the red rubber ring in my mouth. He slapped me, hard. I wasn’t supposed to scream.
I couldn’t help myself. I was rescued from a trafficking ring, and I’ve tried living a “normal” life. All I’ve gotten is three rugrats, and three failed marriages to abusive fuck face men because all I can do is serve. The therapists I used to go see say I have Stockholm syndrome.