As a bondage whore, I get myself in all sorts of humiliating pickles. I know I ask for it because I am a stupid whore. Most women would never let men do the disgusting things they do to me. I have been on Tinder looking for new masters to play with when my current master gives me permission. My current master is more than 2 decades older than me and therein lies the problem. He is now too old to punish me like I need to be punished. I thought if I was on Tinder, I could find younger men to own me. Younger men will outlive me so I will not me in the predicament I am now. On Tinder you rarely get a person’s real name or a face picture. I have been using some bandage pictures of me, but not showing my face. So, for trying to be discreet, I ended up hooking up with my son’s best friend. This young man is a deviant. I had no clue. When he realized the old whore he was hooking up with was one of his best friend’s mother, he smacked me across the face. When he came into the house, I got a sucker punch to the stomach that threw me to the ground. He spit on me as he kicked me several times. He kept calling me a dirty whore and a sorry excuse for a mother. His cock was rock hard, however, so I knew he liked the idea of having a submissive whore who was a friend’s mom. This boy has mommy issues and I was paying for them. He tied me up like a carpet, pissed on me, shit in my mouth and then came on my face. He left me on my floor like that for my son to discover when he came home. I didn’t have the balls to tell him what his best friend did to me. I’m still in a quandary over seeing him again. So young yet so violent, sick and degrading. He scares me but turns me on at the same time.
Category: Golden showers phone sex
This MILF Bonadge Whore Gets Herself into Some Humiliating Pickles
Golden showers phone sex
My brother surprised me today. I got off of work and him and his friends along with my dad were gathered in my bedroom. I thought it was a tad quiet. As I entered the room, I looked down and saw their cocks staring me down. I knew that I had to get on my knees and greet all six of those cock with my mouth.
As I crawled towards them I immediately got scolded. They didn’t want my mouth wrapped around them right now. Instead they wanted me to open my mouth and eyes, only to coat me in their hot sticky piss. I was getting soaked, hair drenched, eyes burning, and mouth and tummy full.
I offered myself up to them so that their cocks could use me as their piece of shit toilet. After they were done showering me, they filled up all my holes. Cock after cock double penetrating me and stretching my whore holes open. It was great coming home to this.
Naomi is a Pissing phone sex whore
My master caught me using the toilet.
I am under very strict rules.
I am to use the toilet in a bowl.
I have to save my piss and shit all day long.
I am not allowed to wipe my dirty pussy or dirty asshole
Master wants me to be a nasty toilet whore!
He was so angry when he saw me using the toilet.
He grabbed me by my hair and smashed my face in the toilet.
He told me how long he had been holding his piss and shit.
He was waiting for me all day long.
He ate a juicy and greasy burger.
He tied me up, put a ring in my mouth to force my mouth open.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his rock hard smelly cock and pushed it in my mouth.
I started choking on his forceful piss stream.
He farted as he pissed in my mouth and it smelled awful.
I could hear his stomach churning as he emptied his bladder down my throat.
I knew he was about to empty his rotten bowels all over my face.
Bondage Whore Mishap
I am a bondage whore. It seems an antiquated fetish in the modern world of hardcore BDSM. My Master and I have always had a rather old school relationship. I enjoy being tied up and gagged. It makes me feel vulnerable and helpless. I enjoy giving up power and control. Sometimes, however, our bondage games go awry like this last time. Master had me work the day after Thanksgiving. I was not happy, but I am his office bitch, so I cannot say no. He didn’t have any real work for me to do. He just wanted to tie me up and abuse my ample breasts. The problem was that after he tied me up and came on my bound breasts, he left the office for a quick errand. He was just going to get Starbucks. He never came back to untie me. I was bound to that chair in my work clothes with my breasts exposed for days. I tried hard to get myself lose, but all I did was cut my wrists on the rope and tip the chair over. I was forced to piss and shit myself. I had nothing to eat. I was saved when two days later the cleaning team for the building came by. They only clean our office twice a week since it is small, just the two of us normally. When I heard them come in, I screamed for help. I felt a sense of relief that I had been rescued. The couple who discovered me, saw an opportunity. An opportunity to abuse me. I was a helpless submissive whore to use in their eyes. The male of the duo fucked my mouth, slapped my tits, spit on me, kicked me in the gut and sodomized my ass while his female partner pissed on my face and kicked me in my “whore cunt.” They left me tied up, covered in piss, shit, cum and spit. Master came in yesterday and found me. He had a senior moment and forgot that he had left me tied up. He forgot he left his office whore bound to a chair for three days? I need a new, younger, master.
Submissive Whore Club
Submissive whore club. Ever heard of such a thing? I found myself indoctrinated to one over the weekend. Since my current long term master is getting too old to really play our BDSM games anymore, I have been hitting the underground club scene looking for a new master. Finding an old school master and servant relationship is hard I have discovered. Most of the young dominant men I encounter have very different views of a submissive whore like me than older men do. This young guy who took me home Friday night made sure I understood I was his property for however long he desired. There were no safe words. I was his bitch. I would do as I was told. When he pulled his cock out, I was prepared to blow him, but he pissed in my face and laughed. When I grimaced, he pulled my red mane and dragged me to his bathroom. His toilet was disgusting. I don’t think he had flushed it in a week. I could smell the stale piss and shit. “I’ve been saving this for the perfect whore,” he laughed as he shoved my face in his filthy toilet water. He held my head under so I was forced to swallow shit and piss. He would bring me up for air, then submerge me again. I have never been a scat phone sex submissive, because toilet play was never a part of my submissive duties. I tried to tell this young guy that I don’t do this sort of thing, but he didn’t care about what I wanted at all. He pulled me up, tossed me on the floor of his bathroom, dropped his trousers and shit on my face. He used me like a port a potty. I felt so degraded and humiliated. Never have I been treated like that. “Welcome to the modern world whore. You are now a part of my submissive whore club,” he seethed as he forced me to eat his shit. I am not ready for a modern day submissive relationship. Perhaps I need some training.
Submissive Whore for Toilet Play
Submissive whore. Stupid cunt. Pet. Property. Slut. Bitch. Piece of meat. Dumb twat. Slave. Servant. Concubine. Fuck toy. Punching bang. Human waste. Toilet. Tramp. Piece of shit. Fat. Dumb. Loser. Those are just a few of my pet names from my Master. I answer to them all. What he calls me, dictates my day. Today, he called me toilet. I knew what that meant. I was at my desk typing up some legal briefs when I heard him yell for his special toilet. I put down what I was doing, walked into his office and laid on his desk with my head hanging down to accept his cock. He unzipped his pants, inserted his dick in my mouth and pissed down my throat. He pinched my nose so that I would be forced to swallow his urine. He had asparagus for lunch. He knows how much I hate that; it makes his pee extra smelly. I swear he drank a gallon of water before relieving himself in my mouth. Today I was his piss whore. A couple hours later he yelled for his piss whore, but this time he relieved himself up my ass. I had to ride the subway home smelling like a dirty homeless man. Today I was his piss whore, tomorrow I may be his punching bag. Not sure which I dread more.