Cock worshiping Christmas was what Master wanted. He is the boss of me, so he gets what he wants. I thought it meant I would be sucking his dick until Christmas, like a Twelve Days of Christmas thing. He had something else in mind. He wanted me to service all his clients with my mouth. He didn’t care if I was drowning in cum. He told me happy clients keep coming back and everyone is happy when a bitch swallows. I sat in a chair with wheels and rolled myself down an assembly line of men sucking dick. I was a blow bang office whore. I am a good cock sucker, but this was a lot of cock, even for a submissive slut like me. I was struggling not to puke from all the cum. My former master never shared me. This one pimps me out more than he uses me for himself. I was gagging on cock, but the more I gagged, the harder they skull fucked me. After all 30 something men came in my mouth, I excused myself to the bathroom. I puked up chunky sperm filled cum. Master came in to the bathroom and was not pleased. A good whore doesn’t puke up cum. A good whore is thankful for the gift of cum. He held my face in the toilet, forcing me to lick up the cum puke I deposited in the toilet. I was gagging from the smell of cum and puke mixed together, but if I didn’t do what he instructed, it would be far worse for me. By the time he released my face from the toilet, I was a hot mess. I was ordered to fix my hair and make-up, but on a smile and go back out to be Santa’s little cum dumpster and submissive whore.
Category: Extreme fetish phone sex
Aching For You
Every part of me aches with want of You. I want to feel Your strong hands against my soft skin. The sweet lash of Your single tail whip against my back, thighs, and ass. I want to feel the bite of clamps against my tender nipples. Your harsh demeaning words ringing in my ears. To feel the rope press into my flesh as You tie Your toy tight.
I have never craved something so much in my life. I know how that all feels, how You work your magic over Your whore. The stress positions that You leave me in for a time until I beg for You to allow me to do your bidding. This cunt is Yours, and Yours alone. It belongs to no-one but You. Every shallow breath, each soft moan, each gasp, and each orgasm is Yours. Yours to allow or deny.
I am here for You. What type of slut do You wish for me to be for You today Sir? W/we have played so many times and each time I hear Your voice I melt. I love the role-plays that You think up. Your slut enjoys her time with You. Thank You Sir, for blessing me with Your voice, and Your time. I am forever grateful.
Punish Me, Sir
I love being bound and helpless! I have been a naughty, naughty whore and I deserve a good lashing! I love writhing on the floor beneath you with my arms and legs chained up like the filthy animal I am! I want to be your helpless, worthless toy. The tight chains digging into my skin remind me of the filthy piggy whore I am for you, sir.
The repeated lashings to my pitiful cunt and tied up breasts remind me that my body is yours to abuse, sir. The fuck machine going full force in my dribbling cunt is a reminder that I only live to cum for you and squirm in pain and pleasure! So, punish me, sir. I deserve it so bad!
Public Humiliation
As you all know I am looking for a Master, and I have been for quite some time now. I have met many Men who think They can just do the BDSM thing, and it turns out that They can’t. BDSM isn’t about just hurting someone, believe it or not what You can do and cannot do is completely up to the submissive. If Your sub has a hard limit then do not cross it, there is a good reason for them to have it, so respect it. I say all that because I recently had an experience which I was sorely disappointed in.
I know a few P/people in the scene who have guided me, taken me under their wing, so when T/they suggest S/someone that I should make contact with I do so, without question. I texted the number that was given to me and received a reply. W/we were going to meet up at a very nice Hotel in the downtown area. He instructed me to wear a body stocking, heels, and a coat over top. I went to the room and He was not there yet. However, there was a lovely display of food and a handwritten note telling me He would be late, to relax and enjoy the food and drink.
I had been there only a few minutes when the door opened up. He marched in, grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me to the floor. Before I could even move he slapped a pair of handcuffs on me. Then ordered me into the bedroom. This was unheard of, He wasn’t familiar with me, nor was I familiar with Him. Usually there is a conversation before any type of play, detailing what is expected. He however, went right into it. I knew then that He was not at all experienced, and did not know how to be a Dom, and this situation could turn dangerous very quickly.
I started to speak, with great respect, but He hauled off and smacked me across the face. Now I was just pissed off. I wasn’t going to give myself over to Someone who was this violent right from the get go. I asked him to take the cuffs off, He once again slapped me hard across the face, my lip started to bleed. I decided that if I didn’t want to risk being severely hurt I should just comply. He shoved me onto the bed, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
He told me to keep my head up, I did. He put a collar on me along with a lead, then He used the lead to pull me off the bed. It took me a moment to gain my balance. He yelled at me to walk. I started to walk around the room, but He pulled me so hard with the lead that I still have a mark on my neck from it. He said, “No! We are going to go and walk the halls bitch!” You see this a hard limit for me, I work at a very prestigious company and I did not want to run into S/someone I might know.
He pushed me out the door. I was almost in tears at this point. It was a mixture of being pissed off, embarrassed and completely humiliated. He walked me up and down that hallway for at least twenty minutes. He was berating me the whole time, I couldn’t help but think that there might be little ones in someone of those rooms and I certainly did not want to get arrested just because this ass clown didn’t know what He was doing.
We went down to the next floor, again, W/we marched up and down the hallway for the same amount of time. W/we finally returned to the room, He took the collar off, pushed me down on the bed to position me on my back with my head hanging off the side of the bed. Due to the fact that I was wearing a now torn body stocking I was slipping off, all I could think of was hitting my head on the floor and breaking my neck. Nothing about this play was safe, nothing. He came on my face then took the cuffs off.
He smiled at me and asked me how I liked spending time with Him. Since W/we were no longer in play mode I told that idiot off! Men like Him cause severe damage and injury. They are dangerous. Tomorrow I am going to have to have a talk with the one who had me get in touch with Him in the first place. Luckily, Those I speak to here know how to be a Dom, and for that I am grateful!
Sticky fingers
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
Sometimes 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.















