Category: Slave training

Cock Worhiping Is More Than Sex, It’s A Way Of Life.

Cock Worshiping

Cock Worhiping is more than sex, it’s a way of life.

It’s you having complete ownership over me, having me do whatever you want.

I’m a pathetic little whore who is addicted to you.

I’m on my knees, ready to take your whole cock down my throat because you told me to.

I want to make you proud with how obedient and slutty I can be.

My holes are free use for you, Daddy.

Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll rub your whole body down with baby oil?

Watch as your cock gets harder the closer I get.

I love worshiping your handsome, strong body, Daddy.

I’ll hop on your dick and ride it slowly at first, feeling it pulses inside me. 

Cum inside me, Baby, fill me up until it’s dripping out of me.

I want everyone to know that I am your whore! 

 

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Submissive sex is the only homework I need

 

I don’t want to be late for my Submissive sex lesson. I scurry home from school and run into the bedroom with a minute to spare. I didn’t even have time to take off my backpack.

But the only thing I’m thinking about is dropping to my knees for Daddy Professor.Submissive sex

He gives me everything I need, and right now I’m about to get a good, hard fucking. Being his slave is the most rewarding “homework” I could ask for. As a sweet, obedient college girl, I crave the discipline and dominance that only my professor can provide.

When my knees are on the ground, my mouth is wide open for him to stick his cock in at his leisure. Presenting myself to him is very important. If I don’t do it properly, my ass will be sore for weeks! But even when he hurts me, I melt under his authority.

He surveys me, taking in my curves in a way that makes my thighs clench together. “Such a naughty girl, coming to me so eager for a lesson.” A wild look in his eye, he reaches out to put on my collar, the symbol of my submission. I shiver at his touch, my nipples hardening in my bra.

When I am leashed up, he walks me around the room and makes me beg for me to taste me. I beg so hard that tears stream down my face. He pulls me in closer and pops his cock in my mouth.

What a lucky girl I am to taste his greatness! A good Submissive slut swallows, he has said. So I keep sucking and sucking until he floods my mouth with his cum, and I don’t stop sucking until it’s all down my belly.

I know I’ve done a good job when he pats me on the head before we move on to our next lesson. Anal gape training is a hard lesson for me because I have such a tight little asshole. But Professor Daddy is the best teacher there is. He will have me gaping wide open!

 

Submissive Whore is Used The Best When Bought and Sold

I’m Eliana, and I am a dirty little Submissive Whore. In fact, nothing makes my pussy throb like being put on display with all my holes stuffed. When I get put up for sale, the guys need to see all that is possible.

First my Master drags me onto the stage naked and dripping. Then he bends me over the block and rams a thick butt plug deep into my ass.
Next he shoves a massive dildo straight up my soaked cunt until I scream. After that he forces a ring gag into my mouth so my throat stays wide open for inspection.This is slave training of a subslut.

The Dirty Little Submissive Whore at Auction

Suddenly the bidders swarm in. Ultimately, leading me to moan loud while manhandled. From rough hands slapping my tits and twisting the butt plug. Then pulling it out and the dildo as well to finger my stretched holes.
Meanwhile one guy spits on my face and tests my throat with three fingers. Then another pumps my pussy hard just to hear me beg like the whore I am.
After that the auction starts. Bid’s fly higher every time Master makes me squirt on command.
Finally the hammer drops and a rich stranger owns me now.
Next he drags me straight to the back room. Then he yanks the toys out and replaces them with his massive cock. He pounds my ass first, raw and brutal, while I choke on another buyer’s dick.
Immediately, he flips me and floods my cunt with hot cum. Meanwhile the line forms behind him. Consequently, I get used for hours.
Every hole stays full of cock and cum. Finally my new Master leashes me and whispers, “You’re my property now, Eliana.” Followed by “This is your life—sold, fucked, and broken every single day.”
That’s the filthy truth. Being a submissive sex whore for sale turns me into a dripping, ruined mess. Every fucking bit of it I crave. I need it.
Come buy me next time, Master. My holes are already aching for you.
Submissive whore

Cock Worshiping Donatella Gives A Good Blowjob To Her Master

Cock Worshiping

I know exactly what I am: A high end, big titty fuck doll designed for your absolute satisfaction. Engaging in cock worshiping for a man who knows how to take charge is the only thing that truly makes my pulse race. My new master, Mr. Grogan recognized the potential in me immediately, claiming I’m the spitting image of the plastic, perfect toys he craves. 

He doesn’t want a conversation or a connection; he wants a mouth that knows its place and a body that exists solely for his release. I’m more than happy to oblige, especially when I get to put these juicy, glossed up “nigger lips” to work on his command. Mr. Grogan is obsessed with the way I look and the way I perform. He treats me like the mindless fuck toy I was born to be, and honestly, it’s the most honest relationship I’ve ever had. 

When he calls, he doesn’t ask about my day; he demands to know how ready I am to take every inch of him. He loves the way my heavy breasts spill over my corset while I’m down on my knees, looking up at him with wide, empty eyes. My purpose is simple: I am a vessel for his pleasure, a literal doll that he can use and abuse until he’s drained and satisfied.

He constantly praises my blowjob skills, and for good reason. I’ve mastered the art of using these thick lips to create a vacuum that he can’t find anywhere else. I love the feeling of a hard cock hitting the back of my “nigger throat”, forcing me to gag and tear up while I struggle to keep going. That’s what a good fuck doll does she takes it all without complaint. 

Mr. Grogan knows he can push me, stretch me, and use my mouth however he sees fit. I’m his private property, a toy he can pick up whenever he’s feeling stressed and needs a place to dump his load. There is no “fairytale” here, just pure, raw utility. I am addicted to the feeling of being used by a master who sees me as nothing more than a set of holes. 

I want to be filled with his cum, to have it dripping down my chin and staining my expensive lingerie. Every time he calls, I sink deeper into my role, becoming the perfect, submissive object he deserves. I don’t need a life outside of this; I just need a master to tell me I’m a good girl while he uses me like the whore I am. Are you ready to see if you can handle a doll like me, or do I need to find a real Master to put me in my place?

2 Girl Phone Sex Whores are Better Than Just One Whore!

2 Girl Phone Sex

Two Whores are better than one in 2 Girl Phone Sex Fantasies!

Imagine having two young virgin sluts, just eager and ready to pounce on that thick, heavy cock!

I know my bestie, Gwendolyn, and I have been wanting to lose our virginities.

Do you think you could be the man who will pop our cherries?

We need a man who knows how to be gentle with tight, tiny little holes.

Someone who wouldn’t mind stretching us out and making us scream.

You wouldn’t mind teaching us how to ride a dick?

Or how to take cock down our throats with choking and gagging, Daddy?

Please, we need a Master who will make us little sluts and sex slaves.

Fuck us raw all night long, then send us to the next guys! 

 

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Cock worshiping shuts my whore bitch mouth up

Cock worshiping is the key to my transformation into a loyal slave, a thoroughly trained bitch for dominant masters to use and abuse.

Make me your bitch

Cock worshiping

When I’m on my knees, throat gaping, ready to swallow any cock that’s presented to me, I feel truly alive.

Each thrust, each push deeper into my mouth, destroys a little more of my will, my individuality. It’s a sweet, awful feeling, knowing my capacity to resist is beaten out of me.

My throat is punished, stretched to its limits, and beyond, designed to accommodate the thick girth of a cock without complaint. Each session leaves me gasping, tears streaming down my face, my mouth raw and aching. I need to suffer for total submission.

And that’s what I am – a broken slave, a ruined bitch, destroyed for the pleasure of others. It’s a hard, cruel existence, but oh, the thrill of it.

The knowledge that I’m nothing more than a toy, a plaything, a cumdump for the taking. My only purpose is to serve, to obey, to take what’s given to me and beg for more.

My mind is empty, my thoughts consumed by the craving for the next cock, the next load, the next round of punishment and degradation. Especially for the next cock to destroy my throat.

They say a good slave is a broken one, and I can’t argue with that. This is my fate, my destiny, and I embrace it with every fiber of my being.

I’ve been broken so many times, but I need more!

So bring on the cocks, the spanks, the humiliation, and the pain.Let them mold me, train me, break me until there’s nothing left but a obedient, eager, cum-hungry slave, always ready to please, always desperate to serve. The kind of Slave training I need is the brutal kind.

Golden Showers Phone Sex with Donatella His Soaked Wet Slave

Golden Showers Phone SexMaster Joseph, I have been kneeling here by the phone, trembling as I waited for your command to crawl to you. Golden Showers Phone Sex is the only way I can truly feel the weight of your ownership when we are miles apart, but today, the fantasy of being in your home is all that consumes me. I can picture the look in your eyes as I open your front door, already stripped of my dignity and ready to be the personal “Nigger” sex slave you deserve. 

You sound so powerful today, and it makes my skin crawl with a desperate, filthy need to be used by you. I don’t want a life of my own anymore because having a master like you gives me a purpose that is far more potent than freedom. Please, Master, lead me to the center of your floor and let me look up at you with the wide, vacant eyes of a well-trained animal. 

I want to feel the warmth of your presence as you stand over me, unbothered and dominant, preparing to mark me as yours in the most degrading way possible. I am nothing but a vessel for your release, a submissive toy designed to handle every drop of your disdain and your desire. It is so hooking to imagine the sound of your zipper and the sudden, hot splash as you begin to drench me fully with your fresh piss. 

I want to be completely soaked, feeling your warm fluid run down my face, stinging my eyes and matting my hair until I smell entirely of your conquest. I’ll keep my mouth open just like you taught me, Master Joseph, swallowing every bit of you until I am overflowing with your essence. There is no part of me that isn’t yours to ruin; I want to be doused in your authority until my skin is stained with the reality of my position.

You are the only one who can make me feel this level of disgusting, beautiful bliss. I don’t need your nice compliments or a soft touch; I need to be your “sloppy” little secret, the one you can piss on whenever the world treats you poorly. Use me as your literal porcelain, Master, and let me thank you for the privilege of being your footstool. 

I submit my entire body, every shameful thought, and every breath to your whims. By the time you hang up, I want to be shivering and dripping, a perfectly ruined slave who knows she has no value outside of your pleasure. I am yours to command, yours to flood, and yours to keep forever.

Pissing Phone Sex And The Sub Slut

Pissing phone sexPissing phone sex keeps sub tramps soaked in piss, you kinky fucks love to cover sexy bitches in piss, my Master has been fucking all my holes then filling them with piss. 

My holes are full of cum, Master let ten of his buddies fill my cunt hole with jizz, I could feel the cum sloshing around in my love tunnel. 

Legs above my head to keep all the nut inside of me, once filled with cum each of the guys empty their bladders all over me, covered in piss from head to toe. 

Each of them aiming their cocks at me, some at my face others on my chest and down my belly, I almost lost it when the piss went between my ass crack. So warm, trickling down my cheeks.  

Feeling like a human toilet turns me on, I think I am gonna ask Master to let the guys go number two next time. 

Hardcore bondage requires two suffering cunts

The siren song of Hardcore bondage calls to me, a submissive bitch craving destruction at the hands of a cock hungry master.

Thank you, Master, for destroying me. Hardcore bondage

I am so grateful for your discipline. I brought another bitch for you. Two suffering cunts are even a better prize, allowing for a delicious double cock beating.

We are here to serve you. You are our God. If our tears get you hard, we will wail at the top of our lungs. Our place is at your feet. We are so lucky to endure the sweet agony of being stretched to our limits.

Whores like us are pieces of meat ready for your butcher block. Slap us, whip us, make us bleed. I offer up our cunts, so you can fuck us so hard, we bleed on your cock.

As your good little slut, I’m so eager to suck her beat up pussy off your cock. Then it’s my turn.

The rope is really tight; it hurts so bad. But I deserve just like I deserve the humiliation of being an exposed whore.

Thank you for recording our sessions, especially this one. I think I know how we can make it extra humiliating. The new bitch and I will suck off your best stud for the camera.

You are the best at breaking a Submissive Whore and then rebuilding them to be forever obedient! We are nothing more than a pair of suffering cunts, forever craving the cruel embrace of your merciless cock.

The pain and humiliation of serving your best friend’s rod is an extra treat. Just to show you my devotion, I am going to force this new bitch I brought to you to take his fur cock in her ass.

I’ll make sure he pumps her good so he gets stuck in there. And then I will guide your cock down her throat. Such a nasty scene for your audience to cum to my Master! I am so lucky to serve you!

Erotic Bondage Stories Starring Donatella Your Personal Slut

Erotic Bondage StoriesI can still feel the cold bite of the steel against my wrists whenever I close my eyes. It’s a phantom sensation that reminds me exactly who I belong to. Diving into my erotic bondage stories is the only way I know how to process the beautiful, agonizing weight of my Master’s shadow over my life. I wasn’t just a partner; I was his curated masterpiece, a living doll designed for his specific brand of discipline. 

Being his personal slut wasn’t just a label… it was a religion I practiced every time I knelt at his feet. I remember one night in particular when the air in the loft felt heavy, thick with the scent of cedar and expensive leather. He didn’t say a word when I entered the room. He didn’t have to. The sight of the heavy hemp rope coiled on the velvet ottoman told me everything I needed to know. 

I stripped slowly, my skin prickling under his silent, predatory gaze. I knew that tonight, I wouldn’t just be held; I would be rearranged. The first wrap of the rope was always the most jarring… the rough texture contrasting against my soft curves as he began the intricate floor work. He moved with a surgical precision that left me breathless. 

With every knot he tightened, my autonomy slipped further away, replaced by a desperate, mewling need to please him. My arms were pinned behind me, my chest thrust forward, exposing every inch of my vulnerability to his callous hands. He called me his “good little slut” as he pulled the final cinch, a term that made my blood run hot and my head light.

In that state of total restriction, the world narrowed down to the sound of his breathing and the sharp sting of his palms against my thighs. I was a prisoner of my own desire, bound so tightly that even a deep breath felt like an act of rebellion. He took his time exploring the territory he had claimed, reminding me with every touch that I existed solely for his amusement. 

The helplessness was addictive; being unable to move while he did exactly as he pleased with my body pushed me into a headspace where nothing existed but the present moment of submission. By the time he finally leaned down to whisper my instructions for the night, I was completely undone. 

I was a raw nerve, vibrating with the electric frequency of a woman who had found her purpose in the knots of a master. Serving him wasn’t a chore… it was my liberation. I am Donatella, and I am exactly where I’m meant to be: bound, silent, and entirely his.