Submissive whore club. Ever heard of such a thing? I found myself indoctrinated to one over the weekend. Since my current long term master is getting too old to really play our BDSM games anymore, I have been hitting the underground club scene looking for a new master. Finding an old school master and servant relationship is hard I have discovered. Most of the young dominant men I encounter have very different views of a submissive whore like me than older men do. This young guy who took me home Friday night made sure I understood I was his property for however long he desired. There were no safe words. I was his bitch. I would do as I was told. When he pulled his cock out, I was prepared to blow him, but he pissed in my face and laughed. When I grimaced, he pulled my red mane and dragged me to his bathroom. His toilet was disgusting. I don’t think he had flushed it in a week. I could smell the stale piss and shit. “I’ve been saving this for the perfect whore,” he laughed as he shoved my face in his filthy toilet water. He held my head under so I was forced to swallow shit and piss. He would bring me up for air, then submerge me again. I have never been a scat phone sex submissive, because toilet play was never a part of my submissive duties. I tried to tell this young guy that I don’t do this sort of thing, but he didn’t care about what I wanted at all. He pulled me up, tossed me on the floor of his bathroom, dropped his trousers and shit on my face. He used me like a port a potty. I felt so degraded and humiliated. Never have I been treated like that. “Welcome to the modern world whore. You are now a part of my submissive whore club,” he seethed as he forced me to eat his shit. I am not ready for a modern day submissive relationship. Perhaps I need some training.
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Old School Submissive Whore
Looking for a submissive whore? I’m an old school kind of woman. My mom was June Clever. She was a stay at home mother who doted on me and my brother and worshiped my daddy. On the outside it was all very Mad Men. Wife cooked, cleaned, birthed the brats and had her husband’s martini and slippers ready when he came home from work. But behind closed doors it was 50 Shades of Gray. I was pretty young when I found the special room. It had all sorts of strange devices to a young girl. I know now those devices intimately. Ball gags, hand cuffs, cat of 9 tails, spreader bars, blind folds, whips, riding crop…. all the accoutrements of a bondage whore. My mother was my dad’s submissive in and out of the bedroom.
When I reached a certain age, I too became my father’s submissive little whore. He taught me how to be a good sex slave. He taught me the art of bondage and BDSM games. But the difference between then and now is that few men are into soft core bondage. The days of master and servant are over. There are no safe words. I need a new master. Mine is just too old for our bondage games. I enjoy bondage, BDSM and spanking , however they seem so vanilla in comparison to the extreme submissive phone sex things you want me to do. I drink piss; I swallow puke and gallons of cum. I even eat shit. I burn myself with cigarettes; cut myself with razor blades. I put pins through my nipples and sodomize my ass with beer bottles. All these things are what the modern dominate man seems to enjoy, so I deliver.
Perhaps you can help school me further in modern domination? I am a willing slave, who will never put up a fight. Well, not much of one at least. Check out other submissive women on our Twitter.
Submissive Whore: What are Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies?
Submissive whore Bernice is should be my legal name. No last name, because I belong to which ever man I am with at the moment. My current long term master is in his 60s. He is winding down on the S and M games. He was always more old school domination anyway. Actually, the men today are a completely different breed and it scares me. Master respected my code words. He never scarred me, or put me in any real danger, but the men I meet online and at fetish clubs make him look like a Disney character. Over the weekend, I tried this new bondage club in Cincinnati. I had to drive a few hours, so I booked a hotel room for the weekend. It is a high end bondage club, invite only. I felt so honored to get a golden ticket to this place that it never occurred to me that it would not be as upscale as it seemed.
When I arrived, it looked nothing like the pictures. This was just a big warehouse; pretty much a dungeon. There were other women there too looking equally perplexed. We were rushed by a group of men. It became clear this was no bondage club. This was a rape fantasy club. We were hand selected because we fit the image that the men paying top dollar fantasized about force fucking. I knew none of the men I could see. I was shoved down on the cold concrete slab, bound and gagged with my own undergarments. I looked to both sides and saw other women like me being brutalized by unknown men. I’ve heard of BDSM clubs, even pain clubs, but never rape fantasy clubs. I spent 3 days in a basement being force fucked in all my holes. I had to use a bucket for a toilet. I was denied food and water. I slept on the concrete floor like a dog chained up in a junkyard. After three days, my ass was prolapsed. I smelled awful. I had lost some weight. I was a hot mess. I was turned out on the street disoriented and lost. I had been used for three days to satisfy some stranger’s dark fantasies. If you had me for three days, what would you do to me?
Bondage Whore Fetish Mommy
You already know I am the type of Mommy that is obsessed with being a bondage whore. With getting tied up, and being completely helpless. But you know what makes being a bondage fetish Mommy even hotter? Being completely tied up watching as my little girls, my little tiny little ones are being fucked. Not just fucked but rammed like they might not make it from being fucked so hard and for being that itty bitty and little. And me? I am screaming thru the ball gag in my mouth – I feel my wrists burn from the ropes tied tightly and rubbing against me as I struggle. I’m getting fucked too of course…right along with my completely helpless daughters. Their bald pussies are bloody and raw from being fucked wide open, they’re making me taste their cunts on their cocks and there is nothing I can do…but yet… I am so wet. Bad bad Mommy I am…deserted my little ones to get used just like me.
Bondage Whore: Deadly Extreme Bondage Games
Bondage whore Bernice is my name in the fetish community. I love being tied up; I especially enjoy rope play. When I was little, I would watch these old silent movies where girls were bound and gagged on a railroad track and left to be rescued by some dashing stranger. I like being rescued. But as I have aged, my bondage fantasies have evolved. They have become quite dark. I have many a master who loves to tie me up, but none are quite as cruel as Master Harry. Our bondage games started out with leaving me in perilous situations. On a train track, on the street…. I would be bound and gagged, hoping to be rescued by him or some stranger. I tried not to get too scared because I knew he would rescue me. I knew it was just a game we played. But lately, I feel like he wants me dead. In fact, I came so very close to dying this weekend; as close as I have ever come to death actually. Master tied me up good. Hog tied me. I looked like a side of beef. He didn’t restrain my mouth like usual, meaning I could scream for help. I thought he was going to drop me into the woods somewhere. He dropped me in the lake. I had no real mobility. I saw him walk off as I was struggling to stay afloat. Water was rushing over me. I couldn’t get in a position to float. I started screaming, but it became gargled as water filled my mouth. I was sinking, drowning. I tried to free my hands, but I had no luck. I was in full on panic mode. I was going to drown. I was sinking fast. I lost consciousness. Maybe I even drowned. The next thing I remember was Master Harry doing CPR on me. He informed me that he can take my life and he can give it back to me anytime he wants because he owns me. I live in fear now of Master Harry’s capricious extreme bondage games. Maybe the next time, he won’t rescue me.
Submissive Whore: Like Mother Like Daughter
I’m a submissive whore. Born and raised that way. My mother was a submissive whore too. I want my daughter to be a submissive whore, but she fights me on it. She likes to think of herself as a sexy little bitch in charge, but being dominant is not in her DNA. She is a young teen girl and they think their shit doesn’t stink. The young girls of today are vastly different from the teen girls of my generation. I understand that men rule this world; that women are here to serve them. I have very old school, even archaic views of women according to my hot teen slut daughter. My primary master is not interested in young girls. He is quite a bit older than I am, so in my forties, I seem young to him. My daughter is a baby in his eyes. I need someone who can break her. It is going to need to be someone quite dominant, even sadistic because she is not going to break easily. I need a man into extreme bondage and BDSM. My little girl is mouthy, obstinate and full of ego. She thinks men are on this earth to worship her. She is not a virgin, but she has not been fucking long so she has a really tight pussy still. Her anal cherry is still in tack, however, because she refuses to give up her ass. She thinks it is gross to fuck where she shits from. In her mind, her fuck holes are hers and she decides who fucks her when, where and how. She needs taught a lesson, but she needs more than a good hard fuck up the ass. She needs used, abused even turned out and tortured. I am making a plea to all the strong dominant cruel masters out there who like young things to break my daughter. Make her a submissive slut like me. I promise to help.
Office Bondage Phone Sex Whore
Bondage phone sex is something I enjoy, but it is difficult to execute. Very hard to hog tie myself; however, I have discovered that I love sharing my bondage stories with my callers and hearing their stories of tying up women. Sometimes it is nice to hear about other submissive bitches. Hearing how you would restrain me gets my pussy wet too. I have been tied up just about every day of my life. When I was a little girl, daddy would tie me to a dining room chair. This was his way of forcing his cock down my throat. He tied me up so I couldn’t squirm away. Often times his friends would circle jerk on my face and little tits. Now I get tied up to my office chair by my Master and boss for shits and giggles or the slightest infraction. Yesterday, my workplace Master bound me so tightly to my chair, I couldn’t move. That was the goal. He wanted me immobilized for hours so I could entertain his buddies, a bunch of old lawyers. I served as stress relief for a big wrongful death case they were all working on against a large pharmaceutical company. I am a stupid whore, so I don’t know how important this case is, or how stressful it is for the lawyers involved. I just sat there, tied up and gagged while lawyers came on my face and called me names. A few skull fucked me. One fingered my pussy and another punched my tits. My boss finished up with pissing in my mouth. They all had different ideas of stress release. I am just a submissive whore who is whatever men want me to be. A punching bag. A human toilet. A fuck slave. A cum dumpster. A pain slut. A stupid MILF. What can I be to you?