I am your submissive phone sex slut. I am here to service you. I may not like what you want me to do, but I will do it. My master recently lost me in a poker game. He plays poker with other lawyers. They are all in the same BDSM club. They all have slaves. They rarely bet money. My master thought he had a winning hand, but he lost to his buddy Roy. I could tell master was disappointed. And not just because he lost. He lost to Roy who has a reputation for being brutal to his slaves. I do not like him. I hate him actually. He is a pig. He leaves marks on his bitches. And he likes to make bitches cry. I have been with my master for a long time because he treats me well. Roy goes through slaves like I go through water. I had to spend the night with him. Master could not even look me in the eyes. He felt bad for me. I was the real loser. I had to suck Roy’s cock for the 90-minute ride back to his place. I was not permitted to come up for air. My jaw was sore. When we got to his place, he made me lick his ass. I swear he must have been waiting for this moment because his ass was nasty. I was like he had not wiped or showered in a week. I was dreading anything that came next. He tied me up on his bed and whipped me with his leather belt. He broke my skin. My master was not going to be happy. He does not like his bitch to have marks. I was in pain. I was beyond humiliated, but I had to endure a night of hell. A bet is a bet, right?
Category: Hardcore bondage
I’m A Worthles Primadonna
Master told me I was a worthless primadonna, the sort of whore he wouldn’t pay more than a dollar for! He paid less for me, actually. My last Master bet me on Penny Poker and somehow lost. A benefit for a submissive whore like me, as my new Master actually puts my worthless fuck holes to good use. I’m the dumbest cunt alive, or so Master Robert tells me. His perfect primadonna piggy, always preening to get fucked. I have to repeat that at the top of my lungs while he beats me with his grandmother’s old bullet rosary, so I never forget my place.
Master knows I can’t use my brain and I was only using men for my benefit before I got captured. Now, while trying to cross state lines, I’ve been swept away in a whirlwind of terrifying delight. I’m the submissive little bitch of any man that spits on me, but most of all for Master. He’s well seasoned and sadistic, and it makes me writhe with pleasure to know how much he gets off on my masochistic cunt.

Master makes me humiliate myself in public, and he made me quit my job so I could be his office piggy all day. He makes me fat on chocolate candies and then slaps my face for being such a chubby milfy fuck. I hope he never gets tired of my worn out whore pussy. I’d do anything to serve him, forever.
When Master doesn’t feel like going to the bathroom, I just open up and eat his shit because he takes such good care of me. He houses me, and keeps me clean and deloused. Otherwise, I’d be a feral female, and Master likes to capture those whores for his devious rape fantasies. Sometimes I wish I could still hold his attention like that. Instead, I’m his footstool primadonna pig!

Slave Training Phone Sex
Some of you out there might be in the process of receiving slave training from your Mistress, and I think I can help with that. I know how to behave, and I can help you out with that. She will think that you’re just the best sub ever and you might even get a reward for how well you’re doing. Wouldn’t that be amazing? I wish I’d had someone to teach me the ways of being a submissive slut. I think I would have gotten punished way less if I’d had that. Your ass will thank me because you’ll be getting less spankings.
Can you even imagine how red and welted your ass will be if you keep messing up? Maybe you scrub the kitchen wrong. Maybe you said no when your Mistress told you to suck a cock because you aren’t used to doing it yet. I think you should practice on the side when you’re not being forced. You’ll really grow to love sucking dick that way. I can even teach you a little bit of fashion sense and to do your makeup if that’s what your Mistress requires from you. Just grab the phone and call me and I’ll be your new best friend!
Submissive Phone Sex or Snuff?
Submissive phone sex is what I do best. I was brought into this world to be a whore and I will go out of this world as a whore. I had a close call this week. I thought I might have been leaving this world sooner than expected. I hooked up with a much younger master. Turns out he was not into BDSM as much as snuff. His fantasy was always to kill a mature woman. If I had known that I never would have met with the guy. We had agreed to some rape fantasy play and bondage. He tied me up and fucked me, but then he went off script and started kicking me and slapping me. He was calling me by a different name. I could only assume he was in some deep trance and thought I was the mother who fucked him up. He had such rage in his eyes and in his voice. I was scared. So scared, I pissed myself. I thought he was going to kill me. As I was tied up, he told me he wanted to kill his mother. I thought it was a joke, but once he started kicking me and beating me, I realized I might die. I tried to reason with him saying that Tinder would investigate and be able to match him as likely the last person who saw me alive. Reason was not working with him. I struggled to get free; he knew what he was doing when he tied those knots. The only reason I am alive is because my daughter came home early from school and kicked his ass. She is a tough little shit. She went psycho on him, and he fled the house. She then laughed at me and told me she should leave me tied up and bleeding for being such a stupid submissive slut. Maybe she is right. Maybe I deserved to die. What do you think?

















