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!
Category: Female bondage
Submissive Whore Gene Runs in the Family
As a submissive whore, I got curious about why I am the way I am. For as long as I can remember , I have been a beta. Never have wanted to be dominant. Never tried to fight a man with a strong will or a strong hand. I’ve never even been a filly that needed broken. I just always assumed I was born submissive, just like some folks are born gay. Recently, I discovered a big steamer trunk hidden in the attic that belonged to my mother. I had to break the lock to get it open, but what I found answered a bunch of questions. It appears that perhaps I inherited a submissive gene. That trunk was filled with BDSM equipment. Vintage restraints, nipple clamps, paddles and bondage gear. The best part discovery was a box of photos. Old black and whites of my mom. There were 100s of photos of her in various restraints and bondage positions. My favorite set was of her tied to a chair with mousetraps on her nipples.
I suspect my father was her master. He was my first master. Was it possible he owned us both and never let on to the other? Or had I replaced mommy as his subby bitch? Because I never had a clue my mommy was submissive. But, I was so turned on knowing that my submissive nature was inherited not learned. For me it is a mix of nature and nurture. I am sure I learned some submissive behavior from watching her with my daddy, even if unconsciously. I cleaned up my mom’s old equipment and called my son over. He likely inherited his dominant nature from my daddy, and my boss, who is his biological father. He just doesn’t know that. My son was more than happy to tie mommy to a chair, affix mousetraps to my nipples and whip me for hours. I got so wet imagining my gingered mommy getting treated like a fuck pig that I came in my panties. My son got so turned on knowing grandma was a pain slut too he fucked my ass while wrapping a pair of her pantyhose around my neck. If my mommy can see me from wherever she is, I hope she proud of her little whore.
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.
Daddy Girl
Daddy’s friend flew in to visit today. Daddy told me to let him in and make him feel comfortable when he got here. So I went and put on my school girl outfit with the stockings, no panties, and the two pig tails that serve as great handles when daddy fucks me from behind. When he got here I showed him to his room and turned to walk out. He reached under my skirt and grabbed my ass. “You little slut, you need a good spanking,” He took me across his knee and shoved his thumb in my ass and two finger in my pussy. He then took his other hand I spanked my ass so hard there were bruises from the lines of his fingers all over my cheeks. The harder he spanked the harder he thrusts his fingers in my ass and cunt, and the louder I screamed. Daddy then walked in and slapped me with his cock before putting my gag in my mouth. He told me to ride his friends cock while he fucked my ass. Whatever daddy wants he gets and the both took turns dumping multiple loads in all of my holes. That was exactly what a whore like me needs. I hope his friend’s visit is for a long time.