The night started like any other poker night with me serving him and his friends. I made sure the food was always hot and available and that no drink went dry. I emptied the ash trays and dared not gag on the thick smoke that stunk like cigars do. I kept my eyes lowered and not once did I flinch or squeal when I was smacked, pinched, poked or slapped. I watched silently as the new guy to the table, a doctor with lots of money, gingerly sipped his drinks while everyone else gulped theirs down. He methodically lured them into his web increasing the bets and leading them on. I watched as my man got deeper in debt and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I know when he looses all his money I am the thing he offers up. The doctor was hot as hell and had lots of money. It wasn’t long before I was the offering and the doctor was playing his hand. He won and told me to get dressed, I was his for the night. With my panties full of wetness I followed him out of the house and into his car. I didn’t say a word the entire ride. When he pulled up to his office I was a bit confused but I followed him obediently. What happened next was both exciting and maddening at the same time. I have never been with someone that had an extreme titty torture fetish. He would return me as damaged merchandise and Master would take his anger out on me not him. I knew it was going to be along 24 hours for me and I would be sore for at least a week. 
Category: Extreme fetish phone sex
Extreme Bondage Won The Hand
BDSM Phone Sex Bratty Play Pet
Have you ever wondered what a BDSM phone sex bratty play pet was? Well it is me. By definition. I loved to be bound up and made to walk around the house like you little pet to worship you and use at your every whim. So I don’t have a tail? Well that is an easy fix, take and anal plug and glue on the proper appendage and it shoves right into place! I am mans best friend for all of his needs. If you want to see me wiggle and squirm put me into some elbow bondage and frog leg ties. That way I will fit perfectly into my costume of your choosing. I love anal hooks too. Hook me in my ass and attach some hosiery. I will oink oink oink around the house like the dirty little fuck whore that I am. That is what I am, your little fuck whore. Use me and abuse me and put me into my kennel when I am a bad little slut. Punish every whole I have with your fuck rod. Give me your seamen when I am a good little play pet!
Golden Showers Phone Sex with a Submissive Whore
Golden showers phone sex is more popular than I would like! Yes, I am submissive, but not going to lie; I hate being pissed on; I hate drinking urine. I guess my first mistake is admitting that to any dominant man. I should know better. A few months ago, I had this man in my life. He didn’t care about safe words or limits. Just a real cruel master who did what he wanted. I was his submissive whore. He knew I was not a fan of water sports, so he took pride in making me his private toilet.
I was late for a date one time, and he was livid. He had arrived to pick me up and I was still primping. He slapped me, then forced me down on my knees and pissed a long stream into my mouth. I think even if I had not been late, he would have found a reason to piss on me. In fact, I am sure he planned it in advance. His urine tasted and smelled awful like he had just consumed a few pounds of asparagus. My make up smeared; I looked like a drowned rat but smelled like a drunk bum who had pissed himself for days.
I thought that was my punishment, but it was only the beginning. He forced me to piss in a cup and drink my own urine too. I had to chug it like it was a beer. I puked from all the piss in my belly, so he grabbed a big lock of my red mane and slammed my face on the floor to use me as a mop. I had to lick up the urine tainted vomit. Most disgusting thing a master ever made me do. As I was licking up my own bile, my daughter came home unexpectedly. She was suppose to be at her father’s for the night. She was horrified to see what I was doing.
I feared my Master would harm her too if she tried to intervene. I assured her I was okay, encouraged her to leave; but Master forced her over to me. Gave her the option of staying so I didn’t have to lick up puke anymore, or leaving and ensuring I would be eating shit on top of puke. The catch was she had to piss in my asshole. Lesser of two evils is how I saw it, so I begged my baby girl to piss up her mommy’s ass. She straddled me, tugged my asshole apart with her fingers and pissed right down my butt hole. Never been so degraded in all my life. I still stand by my choice, however. I would rather be pissed on any day than have to eat puke and shit.
What is the most disgusting thing you can think to do to a submissive slut? Wait, forget I asked that.
Submissive Phone Sex on Earth and in Hell
Submissive phone sex means I am submissive to you. Actually, I am submissive to anyone and anything, even demons and other non entities. A few years ago, I was asleep in my bed, bound to the bed posts and gagged by my Master who would release me in the morning. Fast asleep; helpless. Yet I somehow awoke in a very dark place. It looked like my bedroom, but not my house. Was I dreaming or had I been kidnapped from my bedroom? I was trembling, scared. Had master arranged a midnight encounter? Then I felt something huge penetrate my ass. Something hot and very thick. I couldn’t see a thing, but I felt it. The same sensation hit me from the front. Huge, hot, spiked dildos is what I thought. Then I was lifted up in the air. How was Master doing this? Had he drugged me with something hallucinogenic?
I felt strong warm, really warm, arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. So tightly, I thought I would I burst. I was clearly being double penetrated. But by who and where? I’m a good submissive fuck pig. I allowed whomever was molesting me to continue uninterrupted. The question was not who was fucking me but what. There were mirrors in the dark room. I saw my reflection and the red glow of a demon. Horns, razor sharp teeth, dragon like extremities, snake like skin. Was I in hell? Had I died? I wanted to scream, but I told myself this was some sort of nightmare or drug induced hallucination. If it wasn’t, surely it was staged by my Master. Perhaps an elaborate rape fantasy.
I was force fucked by Satan or his spawn for hours. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed again, restrained like before. No one in sight. My pussy and ass filled with some gelatinous material, and gashes all over my body. And a pentagram branded on my inner thigh. I was the devil’s bitch too.
























