I am a submissive whore on the phone but in the real world too. Even though phone sex is fantasy, some of my callers can make it seem so real that I forget I am on the phone. I spoke with a new phone master last night. He wanted a submissive mommy. I have a son and daughter who hate me, but I would love to be their sex slaves, especially for my son. This caller wanted a mommy who tended to his every need on his terms. When he wants served and where he wants served. He was in the right place. This mommy took care of his cock before school, after school and as much as I could in between. This was one horny boy indeed of cock worshiping. I was a good mommy whore for him. Sucking his cock was not enough. He wanted to drop a load in my pussy. The problem was that mommy has a used cunt. I birthed two brats; men fist me; they also ravage my cunt sometimes two at a time. Stands to reason that mommy’s cunt is just not very tight anymore. So, he fucked my ass. He did a lot more to mommy’s whore ass too. This phone son was just as brutal on my fuck holes as my own son has been sometimes. Only difference is my phone son wants to fuck mommy. My son, however, only fucks me as punishment or when he is in a foul mood and I am readily available to be his punching bag. I do not mind being anyone’s punching bag. On or off the phone I know my place. My phone son fucked my ass with such force he prolapsed it. My asshole was on the outside. It hurt. Especially when he put hot sauce on the prolapse to add some extra pain. Luckily this was just submissive phone sex. I have been brutally fucked in the ass before. I have suffered a few anal prolapses too. But this caller was brutal. I guess whoever is next has to up his game. Hopefully, I can handle it.
Category: Milf phone sex
Submissive Phone Sex with Me Means You are in Charge
Submissive phone sex means you are in charge. I may have a master in my real life, but on the phone you are King. My master was the one who found me this job. He was worried about me having a job once he retires completely. He has me set up with a 401 K and he also bought my house, but I am in my early 40s and master is in his early 70s. I still need to work. This has been the perfect job. I was hesitant at first. I did not know what to expect. I have not had many jobs in my life. But all of them have required me to be a submissive whore. I met master in a BDSM club where I was cocktail waitressing. That was my first job. I was not even 21 yet serving drinks. I was a busty, young, red-head slave and the owner of the club only saw dollar signs so he got me a fake ID so I could be in his club. Once I met master, he moved me from NYC to LA and I became his full-time slave and paralegal. Phone sex is only my third job, but it pays well and keeps my skills as a subby bitch honed.
Last night, I did a long call with a guy who put me through the ringer. I did not even try faking anything because he was a seasoned master. He would have known. It started with me describing my body to him. Then it went into punishment. I fucked my cunt with all sorts of things I had in the house, including a rolling pen and a hair brush. I even had to spank my bare ass a few times with my hand and my hair brush. My ass is still sore. Most days, I am grateful that I have a submissive sex phone job, but days like today, when I can barely sit, I regret it, LOL.
Submissive Whore Breeding Practices…
Being a Submissive Whore means that now that master has begun training my girls, I know it’s only a matter of time before he breeds me! Master has been taking his time slowly but surely turning my oldest daughter into a filthy little sub slut. My youngest is getting ideas about serving him too, which is all a part of Master’s plan to subjugate them both. I know Master is thinking of breeding me because I saw the sex swing back up in the Livingroom when I got home from my errands. Master calls it his “Breeding sling” because he loves to pound my Milf pussy hard until he leaves a hot steaming nut deep in my fuck tunnel. Master will then shove a plug in my cunt while I hang upside down, letting my womb absorb all of his sperm for hours. Master will surely fill up the cunt baster with his cum too, he likes to baste my twat with his cum even when I’m already full of his cream to ensure that I get knocked up once again.
I’m The Perfect Submissive Fuck Pig!
All my life I’ve been waiting to be used and dominated like a real submissive whore! Ever since I was exposed to my daddy and his belt I have been addicted to submissive acts. I ran away from home and I ended up was working as a teen prostitute, I loved being able to sell the one thing my step-father cared about the most. I craved making money on the road and eventually I ended up in a Master’s dungeon, tied up and completely vulnerable. When I submitted completely to a real dominant, I felt whole for the first time in my meaningless existence. He taught me how to let go of my fear, he taught me how to be free of my desperate need for control. Giving that up meant I could obey and serve, making my master a god in my eyes, he owned me absolutely. That is exactly why I am the perfect submissive fuck pig, I love giving up my body, my mind and any control I have over myself. I want to be used in any way Master sees fit, I want to be your perfect submissive fuck pig!
submissive whore wakes up to torture
My dates usually go pretty well. I never have to give up any one-night stands. When I matched with a guy who was originally from France, I was so excited. French men always seem so sensual.
He began to tell me a lot about himself and assured me he wouldn’t want any one-night stand. Marcel saw a future with me that was quite bright and heart racing. It was an odd way to state it, but not too long after that particular conversation, id realized what he meant.
When we began our date, we didn’t want it to end. We went to his place, and he quickly asked me to drink with him. I only had one glass of red wine. Merlot is my fave, so that I couldn’t say no. After a few sips, I was all forgetful and stumbling. All I could see were lights. He began to talk about bondage chat right before the lights. Marcel whispered into my ear; it’s only a nightmare your dreaming.
I woke up on all fours, drenched with blood and plastered with bruises.