I started the day off wet and horny as fuck, wanting a Master to take control and dominate me. I did a search on Twitter for XXX bondage, and came across https://twitter.com/FuckaliciousSex
What a bunch of dirty XXX bondage whores! They can’t seem to get enough. After reading some of their XXX bondage tweets, I had to seek out a playmate to tie me up and fuck me raw. I text my Master with just two words, “I’m ready.” He showed up and proceeded to tie me up and spank me, even slapping me in the face with his cock. His slaps hurt, but he knows how much I love it. I squirmed and writhed around as he continued to punish me. His fingers now rubbing my clit and fucking my tight little asshole, brought me to a quick orgasm. “You came too soon, you little fuck whore,” he said slapping me again. I needed this. I needed for him to spit on me, cum on me and treat me like the cum slut that I am.
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Submissive Phone Sex is Real
When you specialize in submissive phone sex, it is because you are a true submissive. Dominant women could not bite their tongues to do a fraction of what I do. My callers range in age and fetishes. Some prefer humiliation. Some like making me do degrading things like piss in my panties or lick my toilet seat. Others like torture. I get a lot of breast torture callers because of my big oversized fake tits; but a good number of phone masters like to ruin my pussy and ass. Master Mike was in an extra foul mood during our last call. He is married to a shrew, so he takes his frustrations out on me. I don’t know what she did, but I paid the price. Our call began with the usual smacking of my worthless whore tits with a ping pong paddle. Although I can never abuse myself as well as you can, I can still leave quite a mark. My boobs are still black and blue. But that was nothing to what came next. I made the mistake of telling Master Mike once that I had a bunch of cigars in the house. One of my real time masters enjoys a fine stogie after abusing his favorite submissive whore. Master Mike had me light one up. He made me use a torch lighter so he knew I was really doing it. The cries and whelps made him believe I was really burning my ass. I still have marks on my back side. The pain of burning my ass was intense, but not as bad as someone else doing it to me. There is only so much pain a submissive slut can inflict before she recoils from inflicting any more damage. Because of that, I had to stab my pussy with kitchen utensils. I shoved a knife, fork and spoon up my cunt. Master Mike thought I was using a really sharp knife. I guess I was a bad whore. I used one of the duller butter knives, but the prongs from the fork certainly hurt thrusting in and out of my cunt. There was some blood. It was a painful call, but luckily for me it only lasted 20 minutes. What would you have me do to myself on a call?
Water Bondage Play
Master has becoming more extreme in his fetish play. And I think he loves playing off of my fears. Number one being my fear of drowning. I about lost it when I seen that huge tank of water with the ropes laying on the ground next to it. Not only being submerged in the water but being restrained had me literally shaking. He kept telling me to toughen up and take it like the submissive whore I am meant to be but I was practically in tears as he bound me. What was probably only an hour felt like ten hours being in that tank. He thoroughly enjoyed watching me quiver in that tank. As it was see through I watched as he let my head bob above the water and he stoked his cock.
Submissive Slut Faces Her Worst Fear
A submissive slut does what is asked of her, even if it scares the piss out of her. I was a very bad slave. I spit out Master’s cum because it tasted nasty from the asparagus he ate for lunch. I had to be punished. My punishment was extreme. He hauled my ass to a graveyard. I hate graveyards. They scare me. He knows that. He knows all my fears. When we arrived, I saw him slip some money to a grounds keeper. The next thing I knew I was being forced into a coffin. No ordinary coffin either. This one had a fresh stiff in it. I went into full panic mode. Hyper ventilating, shaking uncontrollably, even pissing on myself. When the coffin shut, I started screaming, pleading for forgiveness. The smell of death made me sick. I could hear Master laughing on the outside. My fear amused him. I have not been in a coffin for a very long time. This was my first time with a dead body. My last offense was far more egregious, but here I was being punished like I bit his cock off. I lost count of time. It felt like I was in there for days, but it was only a couple hours according to Master. When he opened the coffin door, I was drenched in sweat. My finger nails were broken and bloody from trying to claw myself out. I smelled like piss and vomit, but I let Master skull fuck me right there. I let him fuck me on a fresh gravestone. I didn’t really let him. I misspeak. There is no letting a Master do anything. I am his property. He let me know that I needed to be a proper submissive whore at all times or I would end up dead and buried in a coffin and no one would ever find me. Master knows how to keep his bitches in line. Do you sir?
Bondage Whore Troubles
As a bondage whore, I get myself all tied up sometimes. My daughter wanted to practice her rope skills this weekend, or so I thought. She is not a dedicated submissive like me. She is more of a switch. She has dabbled on both sides. If I had my druthers, she would be a full time submissive like her mother. I’m aging out for many of my masters, but they all seem to like my teen daughter once they meet her. Gravity is still her friend. Plus, she has tight holes unlike me. I raised her alone with my son. Perhaps if I had a dominant man as a husband, she would have grown up differently. Guys ask me all the time why didn’t I force her to be a submissive whore like me. A true submissive, even a subby mommy, can’t force anyone to do anything. A dominant male influence is required to break a girl. Trust me, she needs broken too. She tied me up and left me on the living room floor all weekend. She thought it was funny. While I was bound and gagged, she took my debit card and my car and had herself one hell of a fun weekend. She crawled back home last night reeking of sex and booze laughing at the fact that I was tied up laying in my own urine. So I have decided to sell her to anyone who wants a teen whore to abuse. This little twat waffle of mine needs a stern master, a very cruel one to break her. At this point, I wouldn’t care if you wanted to snuff her out. She is nothing but a pain in my ass. Any dominant men want to break a stubborn teen whore in a very painful and deadly manner?