
My girls walked in on me having gangbang phone sex all night long! I became a submissive whore when my master moved in and I began training my daughters to be complete sub sluts for hard cock. Master also made me his phone fucking bitch because I had to pay the bills by having gangbang phone sex with complete strangers. My girls heard me moaning and came in while I was cumming with my caller. I should have known it would not end there, it was only a matter of time before Master was filling my house with strange cock and expecting me to take care of every last pair of balls. It was on a night like this when I was getting fucked in the sex swing by ten different guys that my youngest daughter’s innocence was ruined. She walked in on her mommy getting pounded by a group of hot hard horny convicts. I was in the throes of complete submissive sex ecstasy with four cocks inside me when I noticed my little daughter in the room. Her eyes were wide with shock, I could tell she wanted to run away when master came in and made her continue to watch me. Master whispered in her ear and took her to the bedroom and that was the last time I saw my youngest daughter as an innocent young girl.
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My Daughter’s Innocence Ruined by Gangbang Phone Sex!
Bondage and Submission Whore Gets Brutally Whipped
I am a bondage and submission whore. You do not need to bind me to get me to bend to your ways, however. Most men in my life know I will always submit. They just like to tie me up and watch me suffer sometimes. Master is part owner in a bondage club. He has left his stake to me in his will. One day, I will own half of a BDSM club. That will help me financially when I am no longer working with him or maybe I get too old to do phone sex. I am an owned whore, but I have a very benevolent master. We love each other. And, if I had met him before he got married, no doubt I would be his wife. The problem was that I was only in diapers when he met his wife. He is over 20 years older than me. But he takes good care of his submissive whore. I can go to the club anytime I want. I do not need an escort because all the men at the club know me as the owner’s prized pony. That makes me coveted by many male patrons. I am allowed to let anyone of them use me if they do not cum inside me or leave any kinds of marks on my body other than rope burns. Hal understood the rules. He knew what was at stake if he violated any of them. Apparently, he did not care. He got escorted out of the club and banned for life. While we were in one of the sex rooms, he tied me up to a St. Andrew’s cross. There was some light flogging to start. But as he whipped me, I could see him getting aroused. He liked my pain a little too much and broke the skin. I was screaming for help because he wanted to tear all the flesh from my bones. Those were his words, not mine. The cavalry came and I ended up in the ER. To protect the club, and its owners, I never mentioned the club. I told the hospital that I was a bondage whore and a guy I met on Tinder got too rough with me. It is only a little white lie. Even as sore as I am today, I must protect my master and his interests as best as I can.















