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Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with Subslut Bo

Your need of extremefetish phone sex can be met with sub slut Bo. Use me as a urinal, toilet, or cum dumpster and humiliate the hell out me. I guarantee you will be able to use me to any extremes and making me beg for more or for forgiveness, it’s your call.

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The other night I was walking home from the store I work at part time when out of nowhere I was grabbed a pillow case thrown over my head and my wrists quickly bound with zip ties. I was shoved into an SUV with heavily tinted windows where they bound my wrists better with duct tape after they stripped me. The drive was brief and I was hauled into an empty warehouse that had an old mattress in the middle and about 20 men drinking and drugging and they started cheering as I was being carried in like some trophy.

Tossed to the mattress naked and bound I was pushed, pulled, smacked, fucked and used against my will by all the men present. It went on for hours and in the end I was covered in piss and cum like a filthy dive stripper club bathroom floor.

Extreme Bare Bottom Spankings

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Bare bottom spankings make my pussy wet. Ever since that first time daddy tossed me over his knees and pulled my panties down to punish me, I have loved the feel of a firm hand on my bare ass. My master enjoys spanking me. He has been obsessed with my ass and tits for over 20 years now. He is an old school master. We have long participated in bondage and spanking games. When I go to underground BDSM clubs, I discover quickly that the kind of old school relationship I have with my master is antiquated. Men are harsher, even sadistic these days. I am a pain slut by nature, but I get scared when I encounter new men. I am not prepared for the modern submissive whore world. I was at a spanking club over the weekend. It just opened. It is a bar and a fetish club. Great name too. It is called Bottoms Up. When you walk in, it has the feel of an upscale metro bar. The private rooms have the same modern feel, however, inside lurks a darkness. I discovered that the hard way when I went in with Charles. What he did to my ass was not spanking. It was pure torture. I am a pain slut, but he used a variety of instruments on my ass that resulted in broken skin, blisters and the need for medical attention. He strapped me to a device that restrained me with my ass up in the air. I couldn’t escape. That was my first clue that I was about to get a whipping like none before. Belts, leather switches, wooden paddles, and a Cat o Nine tails were all used at rapid speed on my bare ass. When he was done, I was bleeding, crying and struggling to walk. I am not prepared for the new world of master and servant.

Abducted and Tortured

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Some people chose the bondage phone sex life and others are forced into it. I was never given a choice. It certainly wasn’t a lifestyle that I chose, but one that I’ve come to accept. I miss my family and If I ever want to see them again, I must comply with my Master’s wishes.

I always thought human trafficking or flesh peddling was a joke. Just an excuse to account for the runaways. But now that I am personally living this nightmare, I finally understand the evil truth.

There’s a party tonight. High society in the bondage kingdom and I know Master plans to take me. It reminds me of the Kennel Club show where the dog gets named best in show. He’ll dress me all up and flaunt his property. I will be expected to tend to the needs of anyone who asks. Basically, I get to be a punching bag and fuck doll to any man who wishes to inflict pain upon me. I’m a good little poochie though. I’ll be the perfect slave. Tonight I will still be forced to listen to the tortured screams of the others who failed to please the Masters. For some it will be the End. For others the torment just goes on forever.

Submissive Phone Sex Mommy

submissive phone sexSubmissive phone sex is all you get with me. In fact, I don’t really know how to be dominant. Guys call me expecting that I have dominated my daughter, but that goes against my nature. I just don’t know how to take the lead. I don’t know how to be in charge. I have been submissive since I was in utero. My master has never shown interest in jail bait pussy, so I never had to make that choice. I know, however, from my phone masters that my daughter needs to be used because she is tighter and younger than her mother. She needs slave training. She is nothing like her mother. She thinks I am a joke. She thinks I let men use me because I am a doormat. She doesn’t understand that I let men use me because I like being submissive. I am submissive because I think men are superior in every way. My daughter and son rule me. They could get away with murder, maybe even get away with my murder. My daughter is an unruly twat. I recognize that, but I am powerless as her submissive mother to correct her behavior. My master is uninterested in pussy more than 50 years younger than him. He is uninterested in jail bait pussy because of his law career. My son only wants to fuck his sister; he has no desire to turn her into his little bitch. He says that is what he has me for. That leaves you. You can break her young bald pussy in the proper way. She is no virgin, but she needs broken. It is going to require a certain kind of man, a very dominant kind of man. I won’t lie to you. I hope it hurts. I don’t understand girls these days thinking men owe them. Women are on this earth to take of you, nothing more, nothing less. Please help me slave train my teen whore properly?

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Extreme fetish phone sexSuspended from the ceiling, I was staring at him through bleary eyes. He’d already clamped my nipples, and had me gagged. He was cracking that whip across my ass and thighs, digging it into me, lashing the skin til parts of it flayed open. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I am such a weak little bitch sometimes. Now, I had to accept the punishment. He set the whip down and picked up the riding crop. He started smacking that down across my tits, over and over again, welting them, making them bleed in places. The tears rolled out of my puffy eyes as I cried through that ball gag. The next 2 lashes from the crop smacked the nipple clamps so hard that they ripped their way off my nipples, pulling bits of skin with them. He told me, then, that what he did was for love, and that I needed to remember how loved I was. He kissed my cheek, and then left me to hang there and think about my actions for a bit.

Submissive Slut Fucks a Stiletto

submissive slutI’m such a submissive slut, I will fuck a shoe if I am ordered to do just that. My master is older by twenty plus years. All that means is that he has dick issues now. Sometimes, he can still get it up like a twenty something year old, but that is usually only when he’s very pissed at me. I was on good behavior today, but he was still horny. He needed a visual to cum, so he instructed me to impale my pussy with my stiletto heel. I must wear high heels at work always. I’m not talking pumps, but stripper heels. The black patent leather stilettos I wore this morning, would give a stripper pause. I am a seasoned submissive whore, so I can walk like a pro in 8 inch heels. I was unsure about putting the pointy heel into my pussy. Master sensed my hesitation and was not happy. “Fuck that heel you worthless whore,” he screamed. When he gets angry, I best do as I am told, or the pain is far worse than anything I could do to myself. I laid on his office couch in my sexy lingerie writhing around like Betty Page doing a photo shoot. I sucked on the heel seductively, before inserting it into my pussy. He wanted the sole of the shoe square against my pussy like the shoe was balls deep inside me. It hurt, but then I am a pain slut. I put one leg over the back of the couch to spread my pussy wide. It helped with the pain and with Master’s viewing pleasure. After a while, the heel would come out of my pussy glistening with my cunt juice. I was about to cum, when Master ordered me to stop. He was denying me an orgasm today. Instead, he came in both heels, forcing me to spend the rest of the day walking in cum filled high heels. It was a constant reminder that I don’t deserve to cum as a fuck pig.

Gangbang Phone Sex

Gangbang phone sexI love having multiple cocks at one time, so when Master said he wanted to watch me get gang banged by 3 big cocks- honestly, I was a little excited. Thinking about all that cock just made my pussy so damn wet, Master couldn’t know how wet I was.. not yet, I had to play it off. It was 9 o’clock and our guests had arrived. There were 2 younger ones and one middle aged man and I could see the bulges already showing in their pants. Master probably gave them a little show of our private movies in the theater downstairs. I didn’t mind Master having these videos of me, I looked sexy as hell sucking and fucking his big cock. But, they finally all pulled down their pants and surrounded me with their huge cocks! I took two in my hands, then the other in my mouth. I was already gagging on his rock hard dick, but what could I say? I like getting to the point. My head was bent backwards as I was sucking, so he could get his cock all the way down my throat. I could taste the precum that covered his cock, and it was delish! I loved being a submissive whore and letting all these man have their way with me while I pleased their cocks. The guy I was sucking on switched out once he started getting two close, then his friend was face fucking me and shoving his cock down my throat. I loved all the fun I was getting to have, I loved all of their nice big cocks and master watching as I got them off. But, to hear how the fucked my little whore cunt, you’ll have to tune in for part two.

Slave Training for the Workplace

Slave trainingThey walked into the office, and I knew I was in trouble. They were 2 of Master’s friends, and I knew well enough that when they came around, Master wasn’t going to be far behind. I thought about trying to get up and run, but I knew that would only make matters worse. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve punishment, but for Master to send them by my job, even so close to the end of the day, meant it was bad. They bound me to the chair I was seated in, and then proceeded to slowly cut my clothes off, shirt, then bra, then skirt. They left my panties whole, and I wondered if that was at Master’s bidding. When Master walked in, the scowl on his face told me I’d done fucked up. His crop was in his right hand, and I even noticed that it wasn’t his favorite crop – it was the well-worn, well-used crop that he liked to punish his slaves with. He didn’t just walk over to me, either. He walked to my boss’s office, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of them talking behind that door, they both walked out. The humiliation of my boss seeing me all but naked compounded the situation. Master explained that my boss had called the house and left a voicemail with a complaint about my forgetting something when I had left the day before. It was important, and I’d apologized to my boss when he’d approached me about it this morning. I sat there and looked directly at Master’s feet, knowing anything else was unacceptable. He took that crop and swung it, hitting me across the shoulders. He smacked each breast, the inside and outside of each thigh, and right across my tummy. I was welted everywhere. I knew I’d never do that again…

Bratty Girl Gets Punished

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Sometimes, I can be a little too bratty for my own good. I was with this guy at his house and I just could not drop the attitude that day. He asked if he could take my jacket but I told him if he wanted to make himself useful, he could go get me a drink. Clenching his jaw, he went and brought me back a mixed drink, which smelled of vodka and pineapples. I scowled and demanded something else! The sweetness would surely give me a headache. He grabbed me by the throat and said I was such a brat and I needed to learn some respect. He slapped me across the face and tied my wrists together after pinning me down. Dragging me down to his basement, my ass hit each stair with a loud thud. He threw me onto this table, which wasn’t long enough to support my legs, meaning I had to keep them held up. Securing me to the table, he put a metal rod in my mouth, which also locked into the table. I couldn’t lift my head or turn it very far either. I was completely helpless! My wrists were hooked up beneath the table, behind my head. With brute force, he entirely ripped off any clothing still left on me. I did not have a spare outfit with me. Unbuttoning his pants, he took out his rock hard cock and started railing me with no mercy. My pussy took the beating as he slapped my perky tits, telling me what a stupid whore I was. I needed to learn some manners and he was going to teach me. Pulling my legs up with his arms, he then fucked my tight, dry asshole, ripping into me. I screamed in pain, but he did not let up what so ever. I couldn’t beg him for forgiveness with the metal bar in my mouth, so I hoped my pleading whimpers would be understood. But they were not, or, at least, went unacknowledged. He spent hours doing whatever he wished to me. By the time he was done, it was dark outside and he made me walk home in my tattered clothing.

Abducted

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I woke up somewhere strange with my arms tied behind my back. Completely naked aside from my panties, I wiggled and writhed trying to break free from my restraints, or at least to sit up right to get a better look at my surroundings. I was on a bed in someone’s home, I could tell. And my legs were not tied! This was good, maybe I could escape. My stirring was heard, though, as a man walked in. His face was covered by his hat and bandana and he was holding a strange metal contraption in his hand. Cowering, I asked to be set free. He scoffed before grabbing me by the throat and pushing me back onto the bed. Holding me down, he attached the metal contraption to my head, putting it in my mouth. My jaw was locked in place, wide open! I couldn’t shut it no matter how hard I tried! Tears streamed down my face as he yanked me back up by my hair and stood behind me as he pinched and twisted my nipples. He gave me no mercy, no matter how hard I cried and yelped. I fell to my knees, the pain overwhelming me. Now in front of me, he firmly gripped each side of my head and began to fuck my throat. Gagging, I fought for air as he sunk into my face, balls deep. His cock was so huge, my throat could barely squeeze it in. When he was about to finish, he smacked me hard. I fell onto the ground as he straddled me and jerked each drop onto my face and into my mouth which was still being forced to stay open.