I love spanking phone sex. I don’t get a lot of spanking calls, however. It is too bad too because I have a cabinet full of different things to whack my ass with on a call. I have paddles of varying sizes. I have cat of 9 tails. I have riding crops. I have a few fly swatters that really leave a mark. I have belts. I have wooden spoons and spatulas. Of course, I have my bare hands too. I love to give my big round ass a hard swat for you. My son recently discovered my special cabinet. I guess he just discovered the key. He has always been curious about what I keep inside there. I didn’t realize he had been snooping for the key until I came home the other night and found him waiting for me with the cabinet open and an ominous looking belt in his hand. It was not a belt of mine. This was a 70s looking belt with a buckle so big it could have doubled as a serving tray. “Like bare bottom spankings, mom,” he asked with an evil grin. Although I do, that belt looked like it would hurt far beyond what I can tolerate. I think that was the point. “Bend over bitch,” he seethed. It is instinct for me to listen to a man. In this case, it was instinct to listen to a boy. I heard him crack the belt like it was a whip being used to intimidate a slave. I was a slave, I guess. The first whack is the hardest. I fought back the tears as that big ass belt buckle hit me with such force, it drew blood. I yelped from the pain. He beat my ass raw for a good 20 minutes. Why? Because, in his words, a mother shouldn’t have secrets from her own flesh and blood. I have so many more I can’t wait for him to discover. I’m such a pain slut.
Category: Milf phone sex
Long Hard Work Day
I love being head bitch at work.
Bossing people around all day is super easy for me.
All my employees do what they’re asked, when I ask it.
All except the new guy I hired this past Monday.
He refuses to listen to me, and disagrees with me often.
Although usually I would be pissed when someone back talks me at work, there was something oddly pleasing about this man not listening to me.
I know I always have to listen to master, but he’s gone still out of town.
So while master is away, a girl can play, right?
This new hire has been giving me shit since Monday, and for some reason is turning me on. He’s extremely dominant like master, but in a dark mysterious kind of way.
I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me, or if he wants me to fuck him!
He constantly stares at my tits all day long. They’re covered for the most part since I do dress very professionally, but always with a little bad girl underneath!
I’ve been so busy that today during lunch, I leaned back in my office chair, and just started fingering my pussy.
I was so turned on, but had no time to leave.
I heard a knock at the door, my shirt still off, but he couldn’t see underneath the desk. My new hire had just walked into my office, and I wasn’t wearing my shirt!
One tit was pulled out of my bra so I could play with it while I finger fucked myself, and he just kept staring. I quickly put my shirt back on, as he closed the door.
It’s been 2 hours now since that happened, and I can feel his eyes following me around the office. What do I do? What do I say? I didn’t even get to cum! I’m still fucking soaking wet, and so turned on.
My Son’s Bondage Whore
Being a bondage whore is hard work. I have been working with my son on his rope skills. He was a scout, so he does have some knowledge about knots. I guess I got a little bossy with him over the weekend. He didn’t like me complaining about his loose knots. “If they so loose you stupid whore, see if you can get out of them yourself,” he snapped before spitting in my face and leaving the house. I was on the cold floor. The heat was not on because we just came off a warm spell. The temperatures were rapidly declining. I had no idea how long he would be gone. He was pissed. One time he left me tied up for several days because I folded his laundry wrong. He gets his temper from his father. I need a new master, but I am not accustomed to being left tied up indefinitely. What seemed like forever, was about 8 hours. He came back home drunk. I had pissed on the floor. That made him angry too. He expected me to hold it in like a dog. He untied me, then shoved my face into my piss like a bad puppy. He was getting aroused treating me like a worthless submissive whore. He undid his belt; fastened it around my neck like he was about to strangle me while he pulled out his cock. He ass fucked me hard while I licked up my own piss. He was pulling on the belt so hard, I almost puked. I came close to passing out too. He came up my ass thankfully, because that was when the belt slipped off from around my neck. I grabbed my throat as to massage the pain away and attempt to take in some air. “Complain or sass me again whore, and I might not let go next time,” he seethed as he walked away.
More Slave Training
My boss is my master. Friday, I was late to work by 5 minutes. That pissed him off. He decided I needed re-schooled. He hired a younger guy to give me some slave training. It was no training. It was just punishment. Painful punishment. My master is no spring chicken. In fact, he has one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel. I am loyal to him because he has been my master for decades. He has taken good care of me financially and even has provisions in his will for me and my offspring. I can’t afford to fuck things up now with being late or complaining about my punishment. This guy he hired was sadistic as fuck too. My master is not unusually cruel. He rules with an iron fist, but has never disfigured me or put me in the hospital. He is an old school master. This new generation of women hating men scare me because they don’t respect the master and servant relationship; they just want to do serious harm to a woman. Permanent harm. He tied my boobs up so tight they turned blue and purple. Master was rock hard and touching himself. My punishment didn’t seem too bad until my surrogate master started punching my boobs like he was Mike Tyson. He was Mike Tyson. Not only did he punch them hard, he bit my left nipple off. When I screamed in pain, he looked at my boss and said, “It tastes like chicken.” Master started to come to my aid, but this young guy told him to back off, I was his bitch at the moment. He suggested Master has been too soft with his submissive whore over the years. He yelled at my master for making me weak then punched my tits so hard a saline bag burst. I had to work several hours with a fucked up boob that caused me a lot of pain. I spent Friday night in the ER. First time my master has sent me to the ER. Things are changing and I am scared.
Submissive Whore Super Bowl
It was a submissive whore Super Bowl weekend for me. Did you know that Super Bowl Sunday is the biggest sex trafficking day of the year? My Master may be getting old, but he has stock in a sex trade ring. Lots of girls come into our city from other countries to service Master and his wealthy clients. My house warehoused several extremely young things this past weekend. I was ordered to be the house mother of sorts. I had to get them cleaned up and looking the part of willing and eager little sex sluts for Master’s party. I felt bad for them. I am a willing submissive slut, but these little angels were drugged and stolen from their homes. Master told me not to bond with them. He said they are just little cash cows; nothing more than whores who if stayed in their homes would have died eventually of neglect or health issues. Some of the girls were so young, I could only imagine that a cock would ruin their tiny holes. Master could see I was feeling empathy for the young girls so he made me fuck them with a strap on. He wanted his cash cows to fear me. I knew if I didn’t do as I was told, I would suffer greatly and the little girls might even die because as he said, “Girls like this come and go every day unnoticed. You can too Bernice.” Master found out that I slipped them some roofies so they wouldn’t feel the pain as much. He had some of his goons force fuck me and beat me until I was black and blue and bloodied. I ended up with a hot shot too and tossed into the Super Bowl party mix. Just another piece of whore meat to be fucked and abused. I get it though, woman are just here for your enjoyment, even old whores like me.
Submissive Phone Sex on the Subway
Submissive phone sex is the only kind I am allowed to have per my Master. When I told him I needed some extra money and suggested phone sex as a way to supplement his stipend, he said only if I was being a phone submissive. Of course that is what I would be. I don’t think I know how to be dominant. I only know to do what I am told. The world of the phone sex submissive, however, is not as dark as the real world. My car is in the shop getting repaired, so I had to take the subway to and from work this week. On Wednesday, I encountered some young thugs who knew I was a worthless piece of trash. In front of my entire cab car, they ripped my clothes off and force fucked me. They laughed and ridiculed the fat old whore as they thrust their cocks in and out of my worthless holes. The encouraged the other males on the subway to fuck me too. “She’s just a submissive whore, don’t feel sorry for her,” they joked. Random strangers violated my ass and pussy. Some spit on me; others pissed on me. Still others just jacked off on me like I was some bukkake whore. I would have screamed for help, but I know I am worthless piece of shit who didn’t deserve rescuing. I let men violate me for over an hour. New guys would get on the subway and join the fun. Even when the original attackers reached their stop, other guys took their place as the ring leaders. All the women on the train in full few of my public humiliation, enjoyed watching me get violated. One woman even fisted my whore cunt as she called me names. When I arrived to work my clothes were dirty, torn and smelling of piss. I was covered in cum and walking funny. My master greeted me with, “I see someone primed you for me today whore.”