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I’m a submissive sex slut. I was raised as such with 3 brothers that also used me. I am dominated and controlled by my father. He owns me until or unless I have a suitable Master. I’m a stupid pathetic female and I know I have no say in what happens to me. I get rebellious and it always leads to me being humiliated and exposed for the pathetic life form I am. I’m a useless whore and I know it. Yes, my daddy knows what I do for a living and sometimes makes me post these humiliating things about myself. He believes that I will one day find the right Master that is severe enough to put up with me and train me right. Daddy has given up on me in some ways because when I get rebellious I do the dumbest things. I have to expose the fact that I still wet my panties sometimes because I can’t seem to control my bladder after daddy makes me drink a ton of water.

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Being a Submissive Whore is Hard Work

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Being a submissive whore is hard work. There is never a dull moment either. Currently, I am in between masters. With Covid-19 spreading like wildfire, it has been hard to meet men. BDSM clubs are closed. No one seems to want to meet in person either. Men are turning down free pussy on Tinder. I am not the kind of girl who does well on her own. I need to be owned. I am not good with making decisions. I finally found a guy willing to meet me. I should have known it was too good to be true. I wanted some rough sex, maybe a hardcore ass fucking. He wanted to use me as a toilet. He said he was not putting his cock inside a dirty whore so desperate for dick she would fuck a man she just met online. He tied me up in my own house and used me as his human toilet. He pissed on my face. He pissed in my mouth. He even pissed on my pussy and ass. That was not enough degradation for me he told me, so he shit on the floor and rubbed my face in it like a puppy who had an accident. He left me bound and covered in shit and piss. It was not what I wanted at all, but a submissive slut rarely gets what she wants.

Spanking Phone Sex With Submissive Bo

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I’ve been a bad girl, Sir. I know you told me to not masturbate unless I get permission from you, but today I got so horny that I just had to. I was thinking about the last time you whored me out to your friends at that BBQ you had and it made my pussy so wet. Before I knew what was happening, I had my hand in my panties and I was fucking my pussy with two fingers. I came so hard and then I felt bad immediately. I knew you would be so ashamed of me and disappointed in me.

So, here I am, ready for my spanking phone sex punishment. I brought my ball gag because I know you’re going to really light me up and you won’t want to hear me scream because it annoys you. You prefer me to be quiet and I respect that, Sir. I should have respected your orders to not masturbate, but since I failed, my bare ass is all yours. Will you put me over your lap? Will you make me lie down on the bed so you can stand over me? Whatever my punishment is, I know I deserve it and I’m ready to take it.

I Need Submissive Phone Sex Punishments

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Master had a treat, and Now I have a submissive phone sex story to let you know how obedient I am! 

Donning My Slave ensemble was easy. I went by the books for my “work” Uniform. Black short skirt, no panties and fishnet thigh highs. My spiked collar glistened in the mirror as I smiled to myself. My piercings showed nicely through the low cut top, and my new Tiffany’s Bracelet with the word Slave dangled. One more thing Master had requested, My black 8 inch heels with the spikes. They fit snugly and as I turned around to admire the work of My master, My pussy Got its own heartbeat. Head down I walked into the breakfast nook 10 minutes early. His belt laid across his lap and told me to look up at him. Had I been playing with My cunt? I knew, he knew, my belly tightened. A quick smack to my legs and I was ordered outside. The porch! It wasn’t even fully dark! The dildo on the leather pad glared at me. Ordered to kneel with my hands on the back of my head as the belt caught me in all the tender places on my thighs and legs. My skirt hiked up and I was beginning to feel the spikes on MY Pussy! Ouch, I was backed into my dildo and told to ride it Each thrust caused the spikes to poke me! Faster, deeper and lower as he pulled out the riding crop and bit my nipples and breast with it. But that wasn’t enough. I got  a brief pause to text the neighbor, a college guy home due to covid. It was then I was humiliating myself on the dildo causing pain as he and his sexy girlfriend watched me plain as day. Commands came from his cell. Give my master a blow job and stand up so I could get spanked for them. As I was gagging The cell rang. Yes, Master said, you can cum play with my toy, both of you! I was going to be the object of play all night!

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bondage whoreWe all love a kinky fantasy phone sex session. After all, isn’t that why we are here? Call me and let both of our imagination take us off to anywhere we want to go. Like the time I was a nurse scantly dresses in my white nurse uniform and red fishnet stocking when you came in for your prostate check-up. Or when you being a horny soldier walked into and came into the dealership to purchase that Camaro, but we fucked in the car on the test drive. That is just a couple but there are so many fantasies we can think of to play. Of course, as always the dirtier, the better. Call me names because I love that and give me all the spanking, all the submissive things you can think of. If you’re really into ass worshiping, I can be the one for sure. Many of you guys cum in just to get something Many of you guys cum in just to get something to tide you over before you have to go home to your wife. Start thinking of where you want to go in your head and call me for fantasy phone sex.

Sexy bondage slut Jessica

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My new master loves to tell me I’m his sexy bondage slut. He loves to dress me up like a whore and sell my cum holes. I am very obedient and listen to everything my Master tells me to do. Sometimes he likes to chain me up and use as a breeding slut. I let as many men fuck me as Master wants. Every time a new cock cums in me, Master makes me sit on his face so he can lick all of the leftover cum out of me. He loves to use me as a cum bucket to bring him a sticky treat. He lets his friends buy my holes to torture and do with as they please. I live to please my Master, even if it means getting my pussy and asshole mutilated for his clients. I would never disappoint my Master by not being the ultimate cum slut for his friends. Last night, I let them burn my clit with lit cigarettes and fist my stretched out asshole while Master recorded the whole thing. I love being a cum slave and taking loads for him. I hope to take many more for him tonight!

 

 

Light Bondage With My Master

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I had a dream the other night that involved me being in light bondage. It’s not something I’ve ever been into, so I found it peculiar that I’d dream of it. But in the dream, my boyfriend had me bound on this big four-poster bed. I had each arm and leg tied to a post and I was in a spread-eagle position. He told me that he wanted to see how many times he could make me cum with his tongue. I’m really sensitive and can never hold still when he keeps going after the first orgasm, so that’s why he decided to tie me up.
I had agreed to being tied up, but what I didn’t know is that he’d planned to let a bunch of his guys he met at a bar to come in and eat my pussy, too. He even charged them money and they paid him just to lick my pussy – it didn’t even involve them fucking me. He said it made his cock so hard to watch me be serviced by all these guys. The next time he put me in bondage, it went a little further. If you want to hear about it, give me a call!

I Was The Party Favor

Submissive SlutLast weekend my master had a party and picked out the sluttiest outfit for me to wear. A very tight skirt with a corset top only held together by a ribbon. He told me to wear heels and no panties or bra, of course. I love to mingle with his friends and being treated like the submissive slut that I am. Before the guests arrived, he placed a collar on my neck and attached a leash. He slapped my face and asked me who’s slut I was? My pussy got wet when I replied I was his slut. As they started arriving master walked me around with that leash and told me to keep my head down unless he spoke to me. Once the party was in full swing he stopped the music and gave a welcome and then lifted my head to tell them that I was his submissive whore and that I would be the entertainment for the night, beginning with him. He motioned me to the floor, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out and slapped my face. He told me to blow him in front of everyone like the cock whore I am. I of course obeyed and started giving him a blowjob while everyone looked on. Soon he grabbed the back of my head and buried his cock inside my mouth. He throat fucked me while I gagged, and everyone looked on. When he was ready to shoot his load, he pulled out and squirted his cum all over my face. He then had me rise and told the party goers that I was theirs to play with but not to leave any marks. My pussy was dripping as the first man approached me and bent me over the table and rammed his dick deep in my ass. Want to hear the rest? Just give me call and I will tell you all about it.

Porn Star Dancing

Submissive Phone SexWhen Barry came to me and said he had a job that didn’t require touching any dirty old men or stuffing any of their cocks in between my pouty lips, you can bet I was in. It was stripping, of course. I find I end up at the local strip joints all too often when cash gets tight.
Barry owns the one closest to me, really the nicest one in town, and asks me to work when he’s short. Tonight he was extremely short, and the place was packed. I decided that to earn a little extra cash, I’d let the men bid on the songs I was going to dance to. I got the entire pot, and I didn’t care which mumble rapper or hair metal song was chosen.


Of course, with my luck, the first one up was that old Akon song talking about how much he wants to fuck the stripper. I slowly pulled off my chiffon top, revealing nothing beneath. A long, low wolf whistle pierced through the racket as I shimmied my way out of my skirt.


As I started gliding my barely dressed body up and down the pole, my eyes met the whistles. I almost instantly dropped my knees; what a fucking man. He made a beckoning gesture, so I sauntered my way through the crowd to him. He patted his lap, and handed me two nicely folded, crisp Ben Franklin’s.


Into his lap I went, as the music blasted around us. It was only then that I realized he had his cock pulled out, and he was pulling my little thong to the side. He slipped into me before I even knew what was happening, and I just kept winding and grinding up on him. Surprisingly enough, before the end of the song was even over, I felt like I was ready to cum.


He had his hands around the front of me, tweaking at my nipples, and growling in my ear how badly he had wanted to fuck me since the first time he saw me here. As the song ended, and the next girl took the stage, he held me firmly. One hand around my throat, the other on my hip, and I continued to bounce on his cock along to the music.


My cunt was dripping like a waterfall and there was nothing I could do to hide how fucking turned on I was. I glanced around nervously, wondering if any of the other patrons realized what was going on. From the shit eating grin on their faces, it was obvious that they did. Three songs later, I felt him explode inside of me.


I screamed, but thankfully the music covered it up. As I went to walk away, he handed me a business card with only an address and another three hundred. Written on the back of his card was that he had a pole installed in his office, and he expected me there tomorrow morning, dressed exactly the same. There’s no way I could refuse. I didn’t even know his name.

Waiting At Home

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“Own your own business!” they said. “It will be fun!” they said. “You won’t have to sleep with your boss for a raise!” they said. And so, Trebuchet Tramps was born. My very own maid service; sexy women, clad in whatever the customer wished, or didn’t. I was powerful, successful, and adored.

Men compliment me day in and day out. “Congratulations,” they tell me. “You’re such an empowered woman.” Empowered, yes. Submissive sluts hold all the power. Well I’ll bark orders like the meanest bitch you ever did meet all day long, but when I come home, I crawl through our door on my knees to You, Master, I know You’ll be there, waiting for Your fucktoy. My collar in one hand, and your paddle of choice in the other.

I know I’m to present myself to You immediately, as you clamp my steel slave collar around my pale little neck. I follow My Master, staying on all fours like a good slut should, and I don’t even make a sound as You throw me over the arm of Your favorite easy chair.

I’m practically begging at this point. I need release, because I’m a worthless bitch born to serve You. I count and thank You for every single time you land a heavy hit on my thick ass. Before you know it, you’ve gone from warming my bottom to a nice salmon pink, to staring at fire truck red. The welts are in full bloom, as is my dripping cunt.

The tears are pouring from my eyes, and yet I beg for more. My pussy is a river. You give it a hard slap, and I scream, and I thank You. Because this is what it means for me to be empowered. And this is exactly what I, Your filthy whorish tramp, deserve.

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