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Submissive Whore and Mother
A submissive whore struggles to say no to anyone, even her son. My master has never been into incest. He would be very disappointed to learn what my son does to me when I am at home. When my boy was younger, he was so sweet and loving towards me. Then he turned 18 and became Damien, the son of Satan. He blames me for everything that is wrong in his life. He has little to complain about. Thanks to my submissive relationship with my boss, he has a college education fund, a nice house to live in and health insurance. Many boys his age have none of those things. He blames me for not having a father and he hates me for being a whore. When he gets into these piss poor moods, I fear him. He was in one Friday night. I was making dinner for his younger sister and me when he came home yelling. He slapped me when I asked how his day went. In front of his sister, he pulled me into my bedroom by my hair. He tossed me on the bed and used my pantyhose to tie me up. I am a bondage whore, but a sensual one. There is nothing sensual about my son. He is rough. I honestly think he hates me. My daughter is not my biggest fan either. She thinks women should be in control because we have the power of the pussy. She looks down on me, but even she tried to reason with her brother. He locked her out of the room. She banged on the door trying to save me from his wrath like this was some sort of domestic violence incident. My son sodomized my ass and force fucked my pussy. When he came inside of me, he told me he hoped he knocked me up, so he can raise a little whore right. He left me tied up all weekend and used me as his cum dumpster. My master can never know. Please don’t tell him.
Submissive Sex Encounter
Submissive sex is what I need. That is what my ad said on FetLife. It is an online community for various fetishes. It is sort of like FaceBook, but for adults with kinky desires and needs. I have been chatting with a few men in my area for the past couple weeks. I finally got up the courage to meet an online master. He lives in San Bernardino, so we met some where neutral in between. He arranged a hotel for us. I was nervous. I don’t usually meet total strangers. Other than he is a dominant man, I knew nothing about him. I just knew about his past relationships with submissive women like me. Well, I knew what he wanted me to know. He could have been Ted Bundy reincarnated for all I knew. It was a risk. But, I like talking risks. It is part of being a submissive whore. I like being vulnerable. I like not knowing what may happen. On the drive to a neutral no tell motel, my cunt was dripping down my leg in anticipation. He was younger than I expected. Younger than me, which scared me a little. Young men these days are more misogynistic than sadistic. Not this young man, however. He had intense fantasies about abusing his mother. I reminded him of mommy dearest. Our submissive mommy session began with some skull fucking. He even pissed down my throat, which I was not expecting. I had to swallow his piss because if I didn’t, he made it clear I would be swallowing his shit and I wanted no part of that. I became an obedient piss guzzler and anal slut to him to avoid being a shit eater. He tied me up in an uncomfortable position to sodomize me for hours. It was a humiliating, debasing sexy time. I got fucked hard, but I he didn’t kill me. Only my ass got slaughtered.
Never Talk To Strangers
I was out for a jog on a new trail and got lost like a total dumb-dumb. Thankfully you were out hunting and came across me. I was so happy to see a face because I had been lost for hours and nightfall was coming. You offered to give me a ride back into town and I gladly accepted because my feet had started to really hurt. Once we got into your van I noticed something was off. You had a bed set up in the back which wasn’t too strange but what really threw me for a loop was that the bed had ropes and chains attached. That’s when I noticed that the handles had been removed from the inside of the doors. You began to explain that you from time to time needed to pick up a new pet. I started crying and begging for you to please let me go but you showed no emotion. I was your whore now and you would do what ever you pleased with me. After a long ride we pulled up at your trailer. Before letting me out of the car you put a collar and leash on me, explaining that as your pet this was my new uniform. You led me inside your home and I saw the evidence of others who had been your tool of perversion before me. You ordered me to the ground and told me to clean your boots with my tongue. I began licking and cleaning as fast as I could but then you shocked me with a stun gun. “Slow down, bitch,” you ordered. I could taste animal scat from your adventures in the woods. Once you deemed your boots clean, you told me to stand up so you could get a good long look at me. You said I was a little too skinny and would need to start drinking bacon grease to fatten up for your ultimate plan for me but that also a good breeding might do the trick. You tied me down to a weird table and started pouring hot candle wax all over my body, getting pure enjoyment from seeing the pain on my face. You then stuffed every single one of my holes including my mouth with giant dildos and left me in the dark overnight to “get some rest” – knowing I’d be unable to sleep from the fear but sleep deprivation is all apart of your plan when it comes to breaking my spirit. Once I finally did fall asleep, you were standing in the room with a few friends explaining they could do whatever they wanted to me. After a beating and fucking, my memory is a little hazy. What other plans do you have for your pet whore now?