Category: Extreme fetish phone sex

Sticky fingers

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I have always been destined to be a subby whore. I remember as far back as when I got my first job in a coffee shop I was going to be a slave pet. I was closing the store out and I knew the owner trusted me and would believe me even If my fingers were a little sticky. I was coming up short and needed some extra cash. I knew the old man was never going to suspect me as a little thief. I knew I could get away grabbing some cash. I had needed some more money because it was around the time I was car shopping. I got away with it for a while till one night I was caught red handed. I couldn’t deny it and I knew my boss was furious. He had bee trying to catch me for a while and even fired another employee thinking it was him. I felt bad but knew I needed to do something. I offered up my cock sucking skills but thats not what he wanted. He wanted me to be his bondage whore and wanted to fist my ass till it bled. I couldn’t believe this old man was making me do this. I was his slave for a full year till I paid off with interest every penny I stole.

Submissive Whore Torture

submissive whoreSometimes I swear this submissive whore has a death wish. I keep getting myself into dangerous situations. I went to a guy’s house who I met in an online BDSM chat room this week. I know I am not supposed to trust strangers. I know you can never know some one you meet on the Internet, but I was craving abuse. I need constant attention from men. Even negative attention is attention. I showed up at the address he gave me. Everything seemed fine initially, but then I drank a glass of wine and woke up naked tied to this old fashioned rack in his basement. We were not alone. He had a group of men there, apparently who paid to do what they wanted to the stupid whore who showed up at a stranger’s house. I feared I might not survive the encounter. I did, but I didn’t return home unscathed.  Every male there got to do something to me. Some explored their rape phone sex fantasies, others went the torture and pain route. I was blindfolded, so I could only see shadows and hear men talking about what they wanted to do to me. As I laid there tied to the rack fearing I might be ripped in half, they joked about what they could do to me. They joked about tearing my limbs off and gangbanging my stump. They didn’t kill me, however there were times I wished I was dead. They whipped me with leather belts.  They jacked off on me. They force fucked me. They pulled my limbs until I cried from the pain. They pissed on me. They flicked the ashes of their cigarettes on me too.  I was let go, but I was informed if I called the cops or blasted them on social media, I would end up dead. Somehow, I knew it was true. I just feel lucky to be a live to tell about it.

Anal rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasiesAnal rape phone sex fantasies are what dreams are made of. I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want to be bent over and manhandled while my asshole gets completely wrecked by a thick dick. My juices are gonna be splashing all over, I love making a super wet mess. Force me to that hard ass cock deep inside of me. Pull my hair and spit on my face while you tell me what a slutty submissive cunt I am. Take your dick out of my booty hole and push me down to my knees, it’s time for me to get skull-fucked like a good little slut. Make me taste all of those bodily fluids off your shaft, im gagging and moaning while I suck it all up. It feels good to be taken advantage of and used as a sexual object. I am just a pussy with a pulse and have no use besides giving pleasure.

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex

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He had an extreme fetish phone sex fetish he wanted to explore with me. Until last night, he had only explored his fetish with phone whores like me. I wanted to impress him, so I told him I would be his test dummy. I was a dummy because I never asked what his fetish was and that was a big mistake. I figured whatever it was, I likely had done it before as a submissive bitch to many men. I was wrong.  He wanted to fuck my urethra. He called it my fourth mommy fuck hole. Master never considered my pee hole a place for his cock. No other man had either, so this submissive whore was about to get the pain of a lifetime. He was a kinky man too. Before he fucked my pee hole, he squirted Ben-Gay into that tiny opening. It felt like I was pissing out glass. It burned badly. I was fighting back the tears and he had not even fucked the tiniest hole on my body yet. When he pulled out his cock, I almost fainted because he had a fat cock too. How the hell was that going in that hole, I wondered?  I started to have second thoughts. I went to leave, but he grabbed me and tied me down spread eagle. He had this sound device thing he said was for my fourth fuck hole. He was planning on taking my pee hole regardless of what I had to say. He shoved this metal device down my urethra first and I screamed bloody murder, but that was nothing compared to his fat cock down that same tiny hole. As he was fucking me, I could feel the blood and piss filling up my bladder. He pissed down my pee hole making it burn even more. It was sheer torture. I know I am a submissive sex whore, but I will never agree to that again.

Fire

Torture phone sex

I went to Master’s house as planned and the house was dark. I was afraid that my stupid cunt self had misheard and had been mistaken. Master will be so angry I’m not allowed to soil his home without his permission. I started to leave quickly hoping maybe it would go unnoticed to avoid his wrath but that’s when I noticed a faint light coming from the bedroom. I walk towards it, I peeked in and saw Master standing at the window. The room was lit with candles and on the bed as pair of black latex panties. I entered I knew he sensed me but he did not turn around, I undressed and put on what he had left for me. “Lay down” he said in a low voice. I did as I was told my heart beating fast, unsure if I had angered him somehow. He very turned around he removed his shirt and stood before me leaving his pants on. He ran his  hands over my legs and up to my pussy rubbing over the panties he left for me and he smiled. “Good girl” I could see the bulge in his pants I was so happy to be praised. He turned and I did not see what he grabbed. He then proceeded to squeeze my tits and teasing the nipples to get them hard. It felt good I didn’t want him to stop, a part of me really enjoyed this more kind sensual side of him. I closed my eyes and then I heard it. The sound of a lighter, I opened my eyes to start seeing him bring the open flame close to my left nipple. It’s started to burn and I screamed. He reached his hand up and covered my mouth, taunting me with the fire. My eyes watered as I felt myself being burned. I cried and felt stinging he began to shout at me. Calling me trash that’s meant to be burned, that I would be a waste of space in a landfill. He had his cock out now as he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off the bed. He yanked my hair and pulled me onto my knees his cock ramming directly into the back of my throat, while he thrust back and forth. He grabbed a candle nears us and head it above my head as I choked on his cock I felt wax falling and burning my cheek and tits. He cock erupted in my mouth as I started shrieked. He pulled out to allow me to swallow and breath again. He told me to get dressed and leave his sight. He said a whore like me can stay dirty until I made it back to my hole. I felt so unworthy of his time.

Submissive Slut 24/7

submissive slutHe knew I was a submissive slut with one look. Guys just know. They do. I make eye contact, them my eyes drop because I am afraid. Afraid he will own me, afraid he won’t own me. I know that is contradictory, but what I want often gets me in trouble and I am rational enough to know that, but powerless to stop it. I wasn’t at a fetish club. It was 80s night at a local club. I went with some girlfriends. It was not supposed to be a submissive night. I was just having fun with my friends. But when you are a submissive whore, you can’t put your lifestyle on hold. He signaled me too him and I couldn’t resist. He had beautiful mistake written all over his face. I knew he was trouble, but I like bad boys. We danced for about 20 minutes, before he took me into the men’s room. There is only one reason a woman goes into a public men’s restroom.  I went willingly. I might as well have been wearing a t-shirt that said, “Down to Fuck.”  No woman gets treated well in a men’s room either. I was on all fours in a dirty bathroom. There was piss and water and bits of toilet paper sticking to my knees as I got sodomized in a stall. He tried to flush my face in the toilet, but I resisted. I didn’t want to go back to my friends looking like my head had been flushed in the toilet. I was trying to save face, but a subby bitch has no face to save. He made it clear that what I wanted didn’t matter. I knew it all along. I submitted to the humiliation he wanted to inflict on me.  I went back to my friends smelling like a toilet with cum running out of my ass down my legs. They just gave me the face palm and acted like they didn’t know me. That is why I rarely go out with friends. They are ashamed of me.

Chilly Submission

Submissive WhoreIt was very hot today, a comment I made to my master when I arrived as scheduled. He nodded and told me to not speak unless directed. He lead me to the living room and had me strip down and lay on the floor. He put my hands above my head and tied them tightly together then moved down to my ankles. He left the room and I felt it growing colder as if he had turned down the temperature. I laid there waiting for a while when he finally came back he had a metal bucket he sat down near my head. He said he was going to make sure I never complained about the heat again. He reached into the bucket and pulling out a chunk of ice and begin to rub it around my neck the sudden cold made me gasp. He took it away and moved down to my breast and rub the rough edges of the ice chunk against my nipples it hurt enough to make me whimper a little, he moved down and set the chunk of ice on my belly and instructed it would remain until it melts. He reached until the bucket and pulled out a long icicle and chuckled to himself. He rubbed the tip over my pussy lips making me tremble. He used his finger which in comparison felt hot like fire as he parted my pussy. He slowly inserted the icicle into my cunt, I couldn’t control my body arching upwards from the sensations of being fucked by something so cold. He went faster and faster, as it melted slowly he would lean down and lick some of the water leaking from my cunt. When it completely melted he took off his pants, while I shivered from the cold I felt him enter me slowly. He seemed to be enjoying the cool sensation of my cold but pulsing pussy around his cock.  When he came in me it I felt it a lot more than usually it was hot and powerful I never wanted it to stop. He left me there on floor when he was finished, as the ice on my stomach had not completely melted. I spent the rest of the afternoon shivering, feeling used and dirty before I was released.

Cock Teaser

Bondage chat My Master Kidnapped a stupid young barely 21 drunk whore last night. He said she was acting like such a slut teasing all the guys at the bar. But when it was time to put out the bitch wouldn’t. so now Master says its time for some torture play on her cock teasing little ass. Lol, master says its time to teach a bitch a lesson. Master gave me permission to be a little sadistic domme over and get her nice a warmed up for his cock. Surely I am happy as a pig in shit to do such a thing for Master. And when he went a step further and gave me full permission to do whatever I want to do to her I could feel my cunt start to drip down my thigh. Right off the bat I stripped the little bitch down and started licking and biting at her nipples and sloppy cunt. This drunk ass bitch gave me some fight at first but as drunk as she was I few good punches to her cunt and tits turned her into a whining cooperative little slut. Watching her cry on the floor begging for me to not hurt her only made me want to hurt her more. I kicked opened her legs forcing my fingers deep in her into I could make a fist. Without mercy, I started fisting this bitch I wanted to put my arm in there elbow deep and I fucking tried with all my might. But before I could my arm in elbow deep the bitch started to bleed as I ripped her insides opened. She was screaming which only made me fist fuck her harder. I looked up and noticed how hard Master’s cock was as he stroked it in his hands. It was time for Master’s fun. I dragged her over to the post and tied her up tightly stepping away to let Master have his fun.

Earning My Collar

Submissive WhoreHe said he was willing to make me his pet. But I had to prove to him I would be deserving, that I would be a loyal and obedient servant. He made me crawl around like a animal for hours fetching things for him. If I was to slow I would get the paddle and if I whimpered I would get the whip. Sometimes I whimpered on purpose cause I could sense how badly he wanted to really punish me. At night he gave me a small cage to get into, he seemed surprise that I did not try to back out at this point. In the morning he dumped food on the floor and made me lick it up like a dog. That afternoon he forced his cock into me ass and filled me with cum like a common bitch. I wasn’t allowed to clean myself. He left for a time that evening and he locked me back up in my cage. When he returned, I was let out and he presented me with a shiny new collar. I felt so proud to have proven myself a good pet. I can only hope to please him more like this every day.

Erotic Submission Stories

erotic submissive storiesErotic submissive stories are something I have to share. I have hardcore stories too. My master is an old school master, like 50 Shades of Gray kind of S & M. We have kinky fun. Occasionally it gets hardcore, but mostly we have erotic experiences of bondage and naughty fun. I love being his submissive. I have been his slave for decades. But a few years ago, our fun and games became less frequent because of his age. I understand that because we are 20 years apart. He gave me permission to have a phone job if I was only having submissive phone sex. He also told me I could go out to fetish clubs, so my needs were met too. Now that is where things get interesting. Today’s dominant man is different breed. He wants nothing to do with erotic submission. He is brutal and degrading. I am caught between two worlds of submission. I love bondage and spankings with a side of light BDSM play. It is what I have had all my life. Now, I am seeing new masters I meet at clubs. Nothing permanent, but not sure I could handle a long-term relationship with some of these men. Last night, Corey took me back to his place. It was not at all what I thought it would be. He forced my face into his toilet which was filled with piss and shit like he was expecting me, or at least some submissive woman. It was hours of humiliation and scat and piss play which I am not accustomed to with my current master. He was not the first guy I met at a fetish club to go that direction with me. I have showered over and over, and I still smell like an outhouse. Clearly, I need some slave training to be able to handle the new submissive world.