This submissive whore was invited to a bonfire this weekend. I should have know better. Men don’t invite me places because they enjoy my company or want to date me. They invite me places to do very naughty, even painful things to me. When I arrived with what I thought was my date, I discovered a slew of naked women bound and gagged around the fire. My date pushed me on the ground, slapped me across the face and shamed me with a litany of derogatory things. I was part of some man’s club initiation. Men were supposed to bring an old whore to this bonfire to humiliation and abuse. Much like a frat club initiation where campus boys bring an ugly girl to lunch then ditch her with the bill. Only this was not so school boy like. I watched in horror as the men voted on the ugliest, fattest, oldest looking whore in the group. That was a contest I was glad I did not win. What happened next, was the stuff torture phone sex nightmares are made of. They roasted the winner like she was a pig over the open flame. Along with the other contenders, I watched in horror as a woman was roasted alive. She screamed in horror as flames engulfed her skin. I felt awful for feeling grateful I was not the winner of this macabre game. Her screams were deafening. The smell of burnt hair and human flesh was sickening. It was all I could do to not vomit. Some of the other survivors were hurling. I just sat there bound and gagged praying that I would not be next. The horrific initiation didn’t end there. She was carved up like a pig and served as dinner. Even the surviving women were forced to eat some of her charred flesh. Now I puked. I woke up the next morning naked with the other women around the bonfire t which was almost completely out. No men in sight. We had a drugged feeling and confused memories. Was it a nightmare or reality? I don’t think I will ever attend a bonfire again, however.
Category: Extreme fetish phone sex
A Submissive Whore Roasting Over an Open Flame
Odontophilia, anyone?
My Master loves my teeth. If I’ve been a good girl and used his favorite red lipstick, he ties me up and has me to lick my lips over and over while his cock grows to a size only true, uninhibited lust can bring. I make sure to bite my lip often showing him my pearly whites and he rewards me with placing my favorite vibrator right against my clit. He brings me right to the point of orgasm, and then stops. He’s a big tease, but so am I. I make sure to bite my lip continuously and flash him big smiles, encouraging him to reward me. Eventually, he demands that I open up and he rubs the head of his cock against my hyper white teeth. I can feel his cock throbbing, and when I flick my tongue out, he shoots a huge load of jizz into my mouth and onto my face. More rewards for this submissive whore!
The Meat Department
September 7th was National Salami Day. I knew my master was up to no good when he sent me to the grocery store in my slave clothes. Full face makeup, big hair, titties out and my ass was out. He gave me very strict directions while at the grocery store. I was to get a cart. Buy 5 tubes of lube, 5 things of plastic wrap and as many Salami rolls I could find including the ones in the back at the meat department. My cart was full as I struggled to push it in my 6 inch plant form heels to the meat department. I rang the bell that sounds like a cow, which made me giggle. A very tall man walked out of the back in black slacks and a white coat covered in blood.
“We have been expecting you.”
I figured my master talked to them and let them in on his little game but I did not expect the next thing to happen. He opened the door and said after you. I pushed my heavy full cart into the back room where the butcher block covered in blood was surrounded by four other men covered in blood. The one who let me into the back grabbed me by the back of my hair.
“Dirty subby whore’s like you need to really experience a good salami.”
He pulled me by my hair to the butcher block. I slipped in the blood and pieces of meat on the floor, he was dragging me in the blood and they all picked me up. They put me on my hands and knees on the butcher block. They sliced my clothes off with their very sharp knives. They took the plastic wrap from my cart and started to wrap me in it to the butcher block. Spreading my legs wide open but also having access to my mouth. They pulled the cart closer to me as each one of them grabbed a box of lube and Salami. They shoved a thick Salami roll in my mouth to muffle my screams. Then they shoved one even bigger into my tight lubed up pussy. I was there for hours, being fucked with different rolls of Salami. Having all of my holes fucked and filled with Salami was not enough for them. The each took turns fucking each of my holes and filling me up with their baby batter. My holes are stick aching as I eat the Salami rolls I was force fucked with.
Prostate Milking
Prostate milking is not something I ever expected to do. It seemed like a dominant thing to do and I am a far cry from dominant. I am, however, obedient so when asked to do something, I do it. I thought I would be milking my Master. He is old, so it made sense he would want his balls drained. So, I was quite shocked when he ushered in his teen grandson. He was naked, shackled and in the ass fucking position. Master gave me a strap on and ordered me to sodomize his grandson’s ass. He was caught blowing a friend of his, so this was his punishment. Master thought that if he got his ass torn up, he would not want cock anymore. Clearly, my Master has never had anything up his ass before. I tried to explain about the male G-spot, but Master silenced me. I am not homophobic; whatever gets your dick hard is fine by me. Master on the other doesn’t want a gay grandson. I did as I was told. I fucked his grandson hard with no lube in his ass while Master called him a fag and asked if he liked being a bottom bitch. Wrong question to ask, because he clearly loved it. His young cock was rock hard. Hammer hard. He came so hard with me in his ass. Not what Master wanted. I got punished for making his grandson a fag. He sodomized me for hours. I hurt so bad I couldn’t sit. I did enjoy fucking the boy, made me feel like an alpha dog for a moment. Sadly, the moment didn’t last and I paid for my enjoyment with a prolapsed ass. But if you want your prostate milked, I am happy to help. We just can’t tell my Master.



















