I was invited to a submissive sex Christmas Party. I was not the only sub there. Everyone had to wear a mask but us, so I was not sure what was going on. A holiday party or a sex party? I was ready for either. Of course, I should know better. I was not going to be invited to a real party. Me and the other submissives were there for the guests. We had to service the male partygoers in anyway they wanted. Some guys wanted to be sucked off. Some wanted their assholes cleaned. Some wanted to relieve themselves in or on us. Most guys just wanted to smack us around, and force fuck a submissive whore. I did not know these men. Even Santa Claus was there to fuck us bitches. We spent the first few hours serving as cum guzzlers and piss whores. The men were drinking so much, and they did not want to wait for the bathroom. Why would a man wait when he has a skank like me who will open her mouth like a toilet? I did not mind it as much as the other Santa’s helpers did. I do not mind being degraded. I was born for this world. When they got drunker, they became more violent. Suddenly, they were wanting more than to piss in a bitch’s mouth. They wanted to make us into anal sex whores. I got down on all fours with no problem. The other bitches had to be forced on their knees. I was going for the queen sub at this party. I need to get back in master’s good graces. I let Santa and his friends force fuck my asshole. I was Santa and his friends’ favorite whore. The other girls did not act like they enjoyed it. I am a good whore. No matter how rough you treat me. No matter how hard you degrade me. No matter how hard you fuck me, I will say thank you sir, and ask you to give me more.
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Forced Fucked Submissive Whore
To be fair, I have been a submissive whore my whole life. Men have forced fucked me many different times. Starting with my pops, and men who were supposed to look after me, like teachers, counselors and even a doctor once. I knew that my body was for pleasing mens cocks and I found out later as I was bartered for by my husband, now master, that I should serve a man in every way. But I wasn’t sexually experienced enough for him in the first years of our marriage. So he would send me out on these house cleaning jobs to Masters. Now I didn’t realize this until the fourth or fifth time. Call me a late bloomer as a sex slave. I would try to resist the sexual advances of these dominant men and They would force me with strength and violence even when I was pregnant. They would make me suck them off and be telling me exactly what to do. I received piss shots to my face and was made to lick dirty hairy ass holes clean.
It was the fourth sexual encounter of such that I was severely beaten and put in the back of one sadistic Masters Benz. I had kept all these forced sexual encounters to myself and my Husband/Owner never asked about bruises or split lips. But this one man had bound me and beat me after he fucked my brains out that I was crying. I came in a crying fit and thus he told me you were a good girl and picked me up and put me in the trunk and When he opened it I was in my own garage looking up at my master. Everything came crashing down on me and I realized that this would be my life forever.
I get off on rape phone sex fantasies now, because I lived it and My pussy and body react well.
I Will Be a Submissive Whore Again by Christmas
Do you want a submissive whore for Christmas? I promise to be whatever you want or need. Master thinks I have lost my sense of place. According to him, quarantine has spoiled me. He is right. I have lost my way, so I am back on Tinder. Do not tell Master. He would be upset that I am violating stay at home orders. But am I? I am still at home. The dudes are coming to me. I make sure the men know I am a submissive woman. I know I need to get back in the game. This is the longest I have gone without some extreme humiliation and hardcore treatment. I am making up for it too. Men who do not know me, have an easier time using me. Last week, I had two different guys who helped get me back to my submissive roots. Tyler is a 25-year-old milf hater. Mommy issues, maybe. Or maybe just a young misogynistic guy. There were no pleasantries when he arrived. He stripped me naked and dragged me into my bathroom. He flushed my face in the toilet a few times until I was spitting up toilet water. Then he pissed in my face. He did not want to fuck a diseased whore (what he called me). He did want to humiliate me with some toilet sex, however. I hate bathroom play. He reminded me what a submissive slut I am. The next guy to come over was a seasoned master. He was in his late 30s and hated me at hello. Now, this guy fucked me. He fisted me too. He had no problem gaping my asshole and cunt. No problem filling me with cum too. One guy left me smelling like an outhouse. The other guy left me sitting on an ice tray for several days. I am getting back to my submissive roots quickly. I will be a good slave again by Christmas.
My Bondage and Submission Roots
Bondage and submission is what I was put on this earth to do. Men cannot just tie up any whore. Well, they can, but not all women are willing bondage slaves. There are no consequences tying me up because I am a willing whore. I was not always, however. It is weird how the things you hated when you were young you grow up to love. I was just a little girl when my mother left me. She met a new man, and I was expendable. She knew what a mean man my father was, and she left me with him. Left me to fend for myself and she never looked back. Never came looking for me, not even when I was an adult. When I was just a peanut, daddy tied me to chairs so he could skull fuck me. Maybe he would tie me to my princess bed posters so I would not fight while he forced his cock inside my tiny pussy. When I entered my teen years, daddy upped his game. He became fearful I would runaway and leave him like my mother. He pulled me from school saying I was sick and needed to be home schooled, but he never hired anyone to home school me. He turned me into his sex slave and laid the seeds for me to become a bondage whore as an adult. He caught me once trying to escape through my bedroom window. He thought I was running away, but I just wanted out of the house. At that point it had been months since I went outside. I spent the next 4 years tied up or shackled. Daddy would whip me tied up. He would fuck me tied up. He would sodomize me with his empty beer bottles tied up. And he would let his friends fuck me tied up too. I would be left tied up for hours a day, only released to pee twice a day. I lucked out one day and got loose. I ran away, vowing never to be tied up again. We know how that turned out for me though.
Bondage Phone Sex for Life
I got into this sort of work because I love bondage phone sex. Men have been tying me up since I was a schoolgirl. When I was a young girl, I hated it. I was scared. My father would tie me up all day while he was at work because he feared I would run away. Eventually, I did. But I ran right into the arms of a man who liked BDSM games too. I met my master at a bondage club in NYC that my husband took me too. My master was in his 40s then. I was 19, I think. I loved being tied up by men I knew would not harm me or leave me to die. My current master was not fond of the way my husband treated me because as he said it, my husband was not a true dome. He was just a misogynistic asshole. A couple years later, I would cross paths with my master again in an underground NYC club. The second encounter changed my world. I am still a bondage whore, but now I live in California and I have a job and a salary. I am owned and I am taken care of well. I still get tied up and left in precarious situations, however. Master misses tying me up as his bondage secretary. Coronavirus has halted our fun, but he hired a guy to break into my place last night and tie me up. It was filmed too. I had no clue this was staged, and that I was not going to die. My reactions were real. My fear was real too. The hired hand dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming and bond me in the living room. I assumed for his rape phone sex fantasies, but after being left for 6 hours chained up, my master’s voice came across the answering machine telling me I was just punished for being a dirty slut. I loved every minute of every. Every 10 hours of it that I was bound up for master’s amusement made me wet.
Bukkake Phone Sex Tales from a subslut
Being a trained and obedient sub slut, I have a more than a few bukkake phone sex tales to share.
Last year I thought I was done with the gang bang scenes. But as a Master you know as submissive women living the life 24/7 will never truly be out from under the multi men fucks! The basement was cold and wet and thought we had decided to make it a wine cellar. But I was soon to find out that Master had arranged a ten man gang bang for his slave wife. I tried to run upstairs but it was no use, the men were dragging me back down by my feet. My stockings were ripped and my face hit the stairs. Brutal is all that went through my mind. In the swinging light of the once happy BDSM room, I saw masked men and cocks out all around me. I wiped the blood off my lips and began the cock sucking of a lifetime. See, this is submissive sex. I can not say no, nor do I want to. I wanted to swallow each load that night but I was only given the opportunity to be came all over. And the worst part is they made me crawl out of the basement window and walk all the way around the house in the dawning light. My shame for the neighbors to see. They think I am a cheating slut now and no one will talk to me. No one knows but the people my Husband/Master bring home how filthy a whore I really am!