I am bought and sold. I exist for only one purpose: Your pleasure. My services come highly recommended. I am highly skilled in many areas, my cleaning and cooking skills are beyond match. However, that’s not what most employers seek me out for. I am exceptional in the area of coitus and its related acts. My mouth is hot and ready, perfect for cock-sucking. My asshole is tight and my pussy eager and wet. I come programmable with five different sex settings ranging from soft bed play to wild cat. I am compatible with any type of kink imaginable. My titties are full and luscious, my skin supple, my lips pouty, and my pussy shaved and ready for your superior cock. I am ready to service your Master cock. To climb on top of your cock and ride is a joy. I am perfect for rough bedroom play because I am programmed to express pain to a severe level, I am made to suffer. Grab me and throw me to the ground, rip off my sexy maid uniform. Get me underneath you and shove your cock into my waiting holes, plow into me and fuck me like you’re mad at me. Beat me, punch me in my pretty face, I can take it. It’s what I’m programmed for, after all.
Category: Extreme bondage
An Endless Fuck
Master surprised me today with present. This present is special he built it with his own two hands. He told me he designed it just for me and has been working on it for quite some time now. He blind folded me and began to undress me. He then laid me down on a very cold surface. I was trying to get a feel for what was about to happen. Then he pulling my arms above my head and buckling my wrists with what felt like really thick leather straps. Next he started to pull my legs up over my head, nearly bending me in half. I could feel the cold air blow across my pussy and ass which at this point was now exposed wide open. Again he started to fasten my ankles with more leather straps. I knew that whatever my present was it had to do with me getting penetrated. Just by the way he had me positioned. I heard the sounds of metal being moved around and it grew closer and closer he was attaching a machine of some sort to the surface he had me bound to. Once he was done he finally removed my blindfold to reveal this beautiful contraption that he had built. There it was hanging over me. I watched as he attached black rubber cock shaped attachment to this machine. I could see that this was making Master just as excited as I was because his bulge was so hard that he had to release it from his pants. He stood back for a moment and just admired his work. I begged him to please let me feel the fruits of his labor. He held his dick in one hand and the power cord in the other. Teasing me and telling me to beg for it if I really wanted it. Then finally he inserted the cord into the outlet and I began getting fucked by this hard sexy machine. It was a strong steady force that probed my pussy continuously. He left me laying there for hours just listening to me moan and cry out. To be honest I could have lasted for days. I’ve always wanted a fuck machine. Master knows his bitch to the T.
Submissive Whore Forever and Always
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?
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.
Slave training with Naomi
I am such a dirty fucking whore daddy. I love fucking. Did you know your dirty sex slave loves to be fucked. I love it when you force your cock inside of my mouth. I love choking and gagging on your big grown man cock daddy. It makes my dirty used pussy wet. I love it when you spank my cunt daddy! Whipping me and spanking me, making me scream. I love to scream for you daddy. I want to be fucked hard by you in all of my holes daddy. I want you to fill me up daddy, I know you want to shove your fingers inside of me. Finger fuck me hard daddy. Shove all of your fingers inside of me. Fist my worthless used pussy. Fuck me with your entire fist daddy. Make my holes so fucking worthless that no man would ever want my pussy again. I am begging you to make me your permanent sex slave!
Submissive Whore Loves BDSM Phone Sex
Submissive whore is what I am in every sense of the word. Always have been a good little bitch. I do as I am told. I never question orders, even if I know it will cause me a lot of pain. I take my punishment too. I try to be a good fuck slut, but I am a dumb stupid cunt, so sometimes I don’t follow instructions down to the letter, which gets me in a world of trouble with the wrong master. That happened this weekend. My boss pimped me out to his brother for the weekend. I was bought for the weekend to service a group of Japanese business men with peculiar tastes. Most Asian men I have known, just want to go to a titty bar filled with blonde whores with big tits. This group was into extreme BDSM. When I arrived, I was pushed into a dungeon. My master’s brother, immediately stripped me naked and put a ball gag in my mouth. The Asian posse cheered him on, giving him instructions on what to do to me. I was strung up in the air in some chained swing torture device. My surrogate master inserted a spreader bar to keep my legs open wide.
His guests lined up to whip my “whore” cunt. One after another, they took turns with a leather whip on my pussy. I got whipped so hard, I was peeing, which made them just want to whip me harder. Various items were used to torture my pussy and ass. Besides a wide assortment of leather whipping devices, I was fucked with wine bottles, fists, a baseball bat and an electric cattle prod. The more they shocked me, the more I pissed. It was a vicious cycle for me, because the more I pissed, the more intense the shock was but the shock made me piss more. I was in that dungeon all weekend. No food. No drink. The floor was my toilet. I saw none of the money, took all of the abuse. But that is a whore’s job.