I am your submissive phone sex slut. I am here to service you. I may not like what you want me to do, but I will do it. My master recently lost me in a poker game. He plays poker with other lawyers. They are all in the same BDSM club. They all have slaves. They rarely bet money. My master thought he had a winning hand, but he lost to his buddy Roy. I could tell master was disappointed. And not just because he lost. He lost to Roy who has a reputation for being brutal to his slaves. I do not like him. I hate him actually. He is a pig. He leaves marks on his bitches. And he likes to make bitches cry. I have been with my master for a long time because he treats me well. Roy goes through slaves like I go through water. I had to spend the night with him. Master could not even look me in the eyes. He felt bad for me. I was the real loser. I had to suck Roy’s cock for the 90-minute ride back to his place. I was not permitted to come up for air. My jaw was sore. When we got to his place, he made me lick his ass. I swear he must have been waiting for this moment because his ass was nasty. I was like he had not wiped or showered in a week. I was dreading anything that came next. He tied me up on his bed and whipped me with his leather belt. He broke my skin. My master was not going to be happy. He does not like his bitch to have marks. I was in pain. I was beyond humiliated, but I had to endure a night of hell. A bet is a bet, right?
Category: Extreme fetish phone sex
I’m A Worthles Primadonna
Master told me I was a worthless primadonna, the sort of whore he wouldn’t pay more than a dollar for! He paid less for me, actually. My last Master bet me on Penny Poker and somehow lost. A benefit for a submissive whore like me, as my new Master actually puts my worthless fuck holes to good use. I’m the dumbest cunt alive, or so Master Robert tells me. His perfect primadonna piggy, always preening to get fucked. I have to repeat that at the top of my lungs while he beats me with his grandmother’s old bullet rosary, so I never forget my place.
Master knows I can’t use my brain and I was only using men for my benefit before I got captured. Now, while trying to cross state lines, I’ve been swept away in a whirlwind of terrifying delight. I’m the submissive little bitch of any man that spits on me, but most of all for Master. He’s well seasoned and sadistic, and it makes me writhe with pleasure to know how much he gets off on my masochistic cunt.

Master makes me humiliate myself in public, and he made me quit my job so I could be his office piggy all day. He makes me fat on chocolate candies and then slaps my face for being such a chubby milfy fuck. I hope he never gets tired of my worn out whore pussy. I’d do anything to serve him, forever.
When Master doesn’t feel like going to the bathroom, I just open up and eat his shit because he takes such good care of me. He houses me, and keeps me clean and deloused. Otherwise, I’d be a feral female, and Master likes to capture those whores for his devious rape fantasies. Sometimes I wish I could still hold his attention like that. Instead, I’m his footstool primadonna pig!

Daddy Loves My Pissy Pussy
Being the perfect slut it’s what daddy taught me. He loved my little wet tight cunny. He would tell me to sit on his lap as he played with my clitty and rubbed his big daddy meat on my tight asshole. One night he came into my bedroom when I was sleeping and I woke up to him kissing and kicking my little bald cunt. I was embarrassed because I had peed on the bed, but daddy loved it and it made his daddy meat so hard he asked for me to help him. He wanted me to milk his daddy cock with my wet pissy pussy.
I’m a good dirty slut for daddy so I did as he said. I squatted over his thick daddy cock and slammed my pussy hole right on it. I bounced up and down even though it hurt me and made me feel like I was being ripped open. He grabs my hips and bounces me on his cock hard and fast. Daddy love how my pussy hole milks him and he told me how good I was doing it. He asked me to go pee pee on his cock and wet it all up. I did as daddy asked and as my warm pee was dripping all down his cock daddy started filling me up with his man milk until it leaked out of me.
Special Slave Training on National Wildlife Day
Slave training can get wild with some dominant men. It was National Wildlife Day the other day. I would not have known that if it had not been that the guy I hooked up with on Fet Life was a Zookeeper. Honestly, I had no clue he had something so kinky in mind for me. My master is conventional. He is an old school master who is into spanking, bondage and having a good obedient slave. He has some key rules that most men do not. He does not want me fucking anything too young or without 4 legs. He does not want me on drugs. Essentially, he just wants me to be a good and legal whore, LOL. I like extreme humiliation though and master’s forbidden things are among the more humiliating things for a woman. When my Fet Life hook-up took me to his zoo, honestly, I thought he just wanted to show me some behind the scenes things. I was looking forward to it. When I got there, it was not at all what I was expecting. He said I needed more slave training and humiliation. He stabbed me with animal tranquilizer. When I woke up, I was very groggy, and we were not alone. I saw the National Wildlife Day posters in the vet room. I also saw a lot of extra men and a big beast. I thought I was going to be gangbanged, but he had something more forbidden in mind. These men had all paid money to see some barnyard fun with a dirty old whore. I was tranquilized so I could not fight. They brought in a rather big beast with a monster cock. I started shaking and saying no. I screamed no. I was not into non-human fun. He did not care. None of them did. They wanted to give me some furry ones slave training. What felt like a ten foot cock pierced through my cunt and rearranged my insides. The dick was slimy and smelly. I was not drugged enough for this. I felt the pain. I heard their laughter as they watched one of their more perverse fantasies come true on National Wildlife Day. I may never walk right again.


















