Submissive phone sex is what I do best. I was brought into this world to be a whore and I will go out of this world as a whore. I had a close call this week. I thought I might have been leaving this world sooner than expected. I hooked up with a much younger master. Turns out he was not into BDSM as much as snuff. His fantasy was always to kill a mature woman. If I had known that I never would have met with the guy. We had agreed to some rape fantasy play and bondage. He tied me up and fucked me, but then he went off script and started kicking me and slapping me. He was calling me by a different name. I could only assume he was in some deep trance and thought I was the mother who fucked him up. He had such rage in his eyes and in his voice. I was scared. So scared, I pissed myself. I thought he was going to kill me. As I was tied up, he told me he wanted to kill his mother. I thought it was a joke, but once he started kicking me and beating me, I realized I might die. I tried to reason with him saying that Tinder would investigate and be able to match him as likely the last person who saw me alive. Reason was not working with him. I struggled to get free; he knew what he was doing when he tied those knots. The only reason I am alive is because my daughter came home early from school and kicked his ass. She is a tough little shit. She went psycho on him, and he fled the house. She then laughed at me and told me she should leave me tied up and bleeding for being such a stupid submissive slut. Maybe she is right. Maybe I deserved to die. What do you think?
Category: Rape phone sex fantasies
Bondage Whore Bernice
Being a bondage whore can be dangerous. Master ties me up with care. He does not hurt me either, at least not much. It is about submission and control with us. When I go to fetish clubs, however, it can be a much different dynamic. I am a glutton for punishment. I like to go to BDSM clubs now that most are back open. Men have been out of the game for over a year. Me too, but I have less pent up anger and steam to blow off. That makes me vulnerable, but I like the not knowing. I like being in danger. This BDSM club I frequent is undergrounds. They stay off the radar because they do not follow the letter of the law. They allow the exchange of bodily fluids. They do not screen their clients either. One of these days I may be injured so badly, I end up hospitalized or worse. I was lucky I got out of the club last night on my own two feet. As a single woman in the club, I was matched up with a single man. Most clubs do not allow single males in because many are just misogynistic bullies. The one I went into a room with was just that. He did tie me up, but it was clear he had no clue what he was doing. He had no experience with bondage. When I questioned his skills, he punched me in the face. Master would never punch me. When I fell to the ground, he kicked me calling me names. He clearly hated women and was not interested in a master slave relationship. He just wanted a submissive whore to abuse. He kicked me, spit on me, and fucked me against my will. Master does not mind that I go to these clubs. He just does not want another man cumming inside his property. I had no choice. This angry stranger took total control of me. I have a broken nose and a bunch of bruises. I had to lie to master that I fell down some stairs or he would have hurt me worse.
Most Days I Love Being a Submissive Whore
I am a submissive whore. Most days I love to serve men. Sometimes, however, I meet a man who makes me wish I was anything but a submissive bitch. Master rented me out for the weekend. He owed this guy a favor and his slave got Covid, and he was having a party. I was told I would be greeting party guests and serving cocktails. I did that, but I was also a fuck doll and a human toilet. The men at the party were all in a Masters club. The party host’s slave was supposed to be servicing this party, not me. My guess was that she would have taken Covid over this party. I would have preferred Covid to being a pissing whore. I was not ready for this kind of party. It had been a while since I had to service this many guys at once. I would not have had to be here if she had not gotten Covid. Lucky bitch. I was in a dog collar that said “whore” and black thigh highs. Naked in high heels. As I walked by serving drinks, men were free to do anything they wanted to me. Guys grabbed my tits. They flicked their cigar ashes on my flesh. They fucked me at will. And they pissed on me whenever they wanted. I was minding my P’s and Q’s because these men would beat me with belts if I took one step out of place. My master is not so violent with me, but when he shares me, he has no say in what my rent a masters do to me. One guy pissed in his bourbon glass and made me drink it. At some point, I was told to get on all fours and put down the tray. I did what any submissive slut does. I obeyed. While down on all fours they sodomized me and pissed on me while calling me names. Apparently, I was so good they want me back next week. Dammit. Maybe I can get Covid.
Omorashi – Pissing My Panties
I had to go so fucking badly. I was bouncing around in the back seat of the taxi, trying to hold my bladder from exploding all through my pretty little panties. The cabbie glanced back again, asking me if I was alright. I was humiliated, and I tried to smile through it. ‘I just really need the bathroom, could we stop somewhere?” I was damn near begging. “I have to charge you for the stop, Ma’am.”
Was all he said, grinning beneath a midnight mustache. I knew I couldn’t afford the stop. Fuck. I had no choice but to hold it. It became apparent to me that wouldn’t be possible as we hit our next speed bump, and slowed down as we entered the construction zone. Bumper to bumper brake light traffic greeted my watering eyes as the smallest spurt of pee burst out.
“Don’t wet my back seat, ma’am.” The cabbie warned me, watching me desperately grab myself. There was no pretending now. I tried to open the door; I wold have to piss beside the cab. But the door was locked! We started to move again, inching painfully forward towards my impending omorashii doom. We hit another pot hole, and the spurting started again. I was in for it, badly.
Dicked Down At The DMV
Mindlessly, I shifted and tugged my micro skirt down. Damn it was hot, but I was dressed extra slutty to be in public. I was minding my business and waiting in line at the DMV, yes still six feet apart. The man behind me, however, had been coming closer and closer to me as the line move up, leading into a dark hall with a door at the end.
Now that we stood in the hallway, at the end of the line as the last clients for the day, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My cunt spurted in excitement. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He growled in my ear. My slit really started to drip. I knew that voice.
It was possible he’d seen me around town, but the quiver in my pussy knew what he meant. He’d used me, or rented me before when I was a trafficked sex slave. “What are you doing off your leash, chicklet?” He grabbed me hard around my wrist, and dragged me out to his vehicle like a sloppy little rag doll. No one tried to stop him while he manhandled me. He shoved me into the back of his van, and climbed inside with me.
He choke slammed me into the floor, pulling out a little burner phone as he dialed my old pimp; the one he was known me with. I’d been sold and rebought several times over. But! He was going to try and take me back to sexual slavery where I would be used like a whore day in and day out. Suddenly, with a second thought, he broke the phone in half and move on me like a starving tiger.
“I came to get my tags renewed and snagged a hot little slut instead.” He was laughing as he clamped the steel, barb wire collar around my neck. As it bit into my tender flesh, I screamed.