Category: Slave training

Cock Worshiping Ryan’s BBC Almost Smothered Me

cock worshipingSometimes this slave gets lucky and enjoys cock worshiping with a big black anaconda. Now I know I’m naughty, and I should never cheat on my master like that. But in my defense, Ryan’s black cock appeared massive. And I’ve never been lucky enough to enjoy such a big fat piece of dark meat in my slave holes before. So, when I saw the outline in his jeans, I knew what I needed to do.

I brought Ryan home with me. I slipped on a pair of black stockings and high heels for his viewing pleasure. But the real pleasure belonged to me. My master cannot compare to Ryan’s massive cock. Most days my master requires a little blue pill to even get hard, but Ryan’s cock appeared hard at hello. Master would never need to know.

I fell to my knees and begged Ryan to allow me to suck his beautiful black cock. He dick slapped me a few times. And he even smeared his balls all over my face. But I just begged for more like a good submissive whore. I masturbated my pussy while I swallowed his trouser snake. And for a moment, I thought I might pass out because his balls pressed up against my nose, blocking my breathing. But I remember thinking to myself if I suffocate what a way to go.

Sometimes, This Slave Gets Lucky and Finds a Massive Anaconda to Worship

Ryan ate my pussy too, which surprised me. As a submissive slave, most men never care about my sexual pleasure. But Ryan told me you must lick it before you stick it. Because of him, I required no extra lubrication because his tongue gushed my pussy. But I think sucking his cock drenched me first. When he finally fucked me, I felt like I might be possessed. Nothing that big ever entered my pussy before. And I’ve been fucked from everything from cocks to wine bottles.

Ryan possesses massive skills. He made me squirt on his cock. I don’t think I ever squirted on anything. In fact, I did not know I could squirt. We fucked for hours. And now Ryan owns me with his big black anaconda. But we can’t tell my master that. I acted like a bad slave. And I cheated. But in my defense, how could I say no to such a massive fucking cock. Now Ryan owns a sexy MILF Phone sex slave. And he knows I will always put on black stockings, fall to my knees and worship his big black anaconda whenever he snaps his fingers

Spanking Phone Sex Fantasy Watching Donatella Submit Fully

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Spanking Phone Sex hits the moment your message comes through, and it doesn’t feel sweet. It feels demanding. I don’t get comfort from it. I get pressure. I get heat crawling under my skin because I know you expect obedience, not hesitation.

I don’t need reassurance. I need direction. When you tell me what to do, there’s no warmth in it, just authority. I follow because I want to be stripped down to nothing but response. No excuses. No independence. Just reaction.

I like the way control makes me smaller. Quieter. Sharper. Every instruction reminds me that my role is to comply, not to think. I crave that edge where my pride dissolves and all that’s left is need. Your words press down on me, keep me in line, keep me aware of every mistake I could make.

I don’t want tenderness. I want intensity. I want to feel watched, evaluated, corrected. The tension sits heavy in my chest, and I don’t try to escape it. I lean into it. I want to be tested. I want to earn approval by doing exactly what I’m told.

By the end of the day, I’m wound tight, alert, hungry for the next command. There’s no romance in it. Just desire sharpened into submission. I don’t ask for more. I wait for it.

Submissive slut for Masters hard dick

Submissive slut

Submissive slut that I am I know I am nothing without my masters wishes. If my masters hard dick needs to cum, I am there to immediately receive. I will do anything and everything to fulfill my every wish that daddy has. My big man to make sure he spanks me without any remorse because I am his property.

All I am property, I have no rights, and I am just a worthless little cum hole. A dumb little nut rag like me doesn’t deserve to think or even have time to try. The only thing I need is dick, and then more dick from my master. That’s all my slutty worthless brain can think of. Total cock crazy air head bitch. Literally all I am good at.

I just want my daddy to tie me up in a basement. And barely feed me, just come down every house and use me to fulfill every last desire he has. I want my master to forget I even exist as a person; I am just a sex slave and that’s all I will ever be in my pathetic little life.

I love to whimper and cry for my daddy’s dick every time he walks away after leaving me dripping and used. I am just so pathetic, I start crying and crawling and begging every time daddy is about to leave to room for work. All I do after he is at work is play with my stupid hot horny cunt all day and cry at the door till master comes back and blesses me with more dick. That is the only time a dumb bitch like me ever feels alive.

 

Cock worshiping slave will always gag for Master

Cock worshiping Cock worshiping my Master hurts my throat, but I don’t care. Your cock is my universe, my sole purpose. I exist to worship it, to give you pleasure and satisfaction with every eager twitch of my tongue, every gulp of my throat.

My body is yours to mold and shape as you see fit.

To bind and restrain in the most tantalizing ways. When I’m helpless with your thick shaft buried deep, that’s when I’m truly alive. My mind surrenders to your will, to the intense training you’re imparting.

Every second spent with your copious cock down my throat is pure bliss. My lips seal around the crown, my tongue dancing along the ridges as I greedily suck you down. Your heavy balls rest against my chin, a primal reminder of the power you hold over me. My throat constricts around you, a willing submission to your dominance.

 

With each stroke, I’m reminded of the depth of my devotion, of the lengths I’ll go to for your approval and pleasure. Fuck my cock-slave throat.

Master, your powerful cock will destroy my gag reflex! You’re the Master of my mouth, my entire being. I’m nothing but a hollow shell without your cock dominating me. A Sexy bondage slave to flip upside down and fuck the shit out of my mouth.

Submissive Sex as Donatella Gives Herself Up Completely

Submissive Sex

Submissive sex turns me into this needy, dripping mess the second I’m on my knees. My thighs are spread because you told me to, my pussy already wet and aching even though you haven’t touched me yet. I can feel how exposed I am, how easy it would be for you to take whatever you want from me.

“Knees wider.”

“Yes, Master… like this?” I push them open more, my breath shaky. I want you to see everything, want you to know how bad I need your attention.

“Hands behind your back.”

I lace my fingers together and pull my shoulders back, my chest out, my body offered. It makes me feel helpless in the hottest way, like I don’t get to protect myself from what you’re about to do to me.

“Don’t touch.”

“I won’t… even though I want to so badly.” My pussy throbs, slick and swollen, and I whine quietly because holding still is torture. I love it.

“Quiet.”

I bite my lip, swallowing the sounds, my hips twitching even though I know I shouldn’t move. Every second you deny me makes me wetter, more desperate.

“Look down.”

“Yes.” I stare at the floor, my face burning, my body on display while my mind fills with filthy thoughts about pleasing you, about being used exactly the way you want.

“Stay open.”

“I am. I promise. I’ll stay open for you as long as you want.” My thighs shake, my cunt pulsing, begging without permission.

“Hold it.”

“I’m holding it… every moan, every urge.” I feel sloppy and needy, like all I am is a body waiting to be told what to do with itself.

“Beg.”

“Please… I need you to touch me. I need your hands, your control, your permission. I’ll do anything you want, exactly how you want it.”

“Wait.”

“I’ll wait.” My voice is wrecked, my body burning, my mind blank except for you. I stay right where you left me… wet, open, aching…  knowing the longer you make me wait, the harder I’ll fall apart when you finally decide I’ve earned it.

 

Cock Worshiping Slave Bernice Drains Balls one Way of Another

cock worshipingSubmissive slaves develop great cock worshiping skills. My master’s dick looks old and broke down. But he is in his late 70s. So, his cock rarely works even with a Viagra. I learned how to drain his balls with alternative methods.

Some of his friends too; because his group of friends seem to also sport old broke down cocks. And they own the BDSM club together. I have a minor stake in the club too, and when master passes, I will inherit his share. And that will believe it or not give me controlling ownership in the club. But I know my place. I’m not a club owner. I’m a submissive slave.

While most women my age shop this time of year, I hang out at the BDSM club for private events. Just the shareholders and me. And master gave me one assignment for this past week. And I understood I needed to drain everyone’s backed up old balls one way or another. But with that age, I find that prostate milking drains those balls best without a Viagra.

A Submissive Slave Does Some Dirty Jobs

I took a medicinal gummy to relax my jaw each day too. Even a seasoned whore struggles to suck that many old dicks I put a little bit of Vics Vapor Rub under my nose too to help with the smell of pungent cum. That’s all old men keep in their balls. Old nasty cum that needs to get out of those fermented balls.

Master instructed me to use some knee pads, which I did. All 10 partners sat on chairs while I moved down the line giving them head while working a finger up their assholes at the same time. I never massaged a prostate until about a decade ago. Master entered his 60s and struggled to fully drain his balls like most of his friends. But only he possessed a skilled submissive slave.

I utilized a big jar of Vaseline to lube up my finger. And I trimmed my nails so I would not do any damage to those old prostates. Even a finger in the ass can hurt if you don’t do everything right. And the biggest struggle I endured was getting these old men to relax.

If I Can Milk a Bunch of Old Dicks, I Can Milk Your Dick Too

But I did because I know some tricks.  And while they relaxed to the sound of my smooth voice, I placed my warm wet mouth on their old cock. I distracted them with amazing head while I slid a finger up their assholes. They barely felt my finger. And I know how to find the prostate in three minutes or less. We all know when we find it because that cock becomes stiffer than a piece of wood when you start to massage it.

Sucking all those old dicks and massaging all those prostates turned me into a bukkake phone sex slut. I drained 10 partners last week over multiple days since they appeared so backed up. All that chunky and pungent cum eventually ended up all over my face and tits. But I understood the assignment and I got the job done. 10 old men, including my master finally received some much needed release. So, I know anything you have in store for me won’t be half as bad as that. And will milk your balls too. Are you ready for me, sir?

Bondage Phone Sex Makes Me Excitingly Shameless

Bondage Phone Sex is what I showed up to the club for. Obviously, I’d dressed deliberately in a tight, black latex dress that barely covered my ass, with a collar around my neck that screamed “submissive.” My hair was pulled back severely, emphasizing my vulnerability.

“I’m Eliana and I’m here for the party.” I say to the Bouncer, and showing my Invite.

First he checked his list and nodded, pulling the curtain aside to reveal a world of darkness and pleasure. Then as the scent   thick with leather, sweat, and sex. Dungeon monitors in black uniforms moved silently between stations, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of distress. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with anticipation.

That’s when I saw him.

My Bondage Phone Sex Master Was Commanding Attention

He stood in the center of the room, a commanding figure in a black silk shirt and tailored slacks. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes—cold, piercing gray—seemed to see right through me. He was surrounded by three subs, all on their knees, all awaiting his command. I recognized him immediately from the online forums—Master Damien, known for his particular brand of sadism that left his subs begging for more.

As if feeling my gaze, his head turned, and those gray eyes locked onto mine. I froze, my body responding to his stare with a rush of heat that pooled between my thighs. He gave me a slow, deliberate once-over, his eyes lingering on my collar, my exposed legs, my trembling lips. Then, with a slight nod, he beckoned me forward.

Obviously My legs felt like jelly as I made my way across the room. Now conscious of every eye on me. When I reached him, I dropped to my knees immediately, my head bowed in submission.

A Submissive Whore Name Eliana

“Name?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.

“Eliana, Master,” I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“Good girl,” he said, his fingers lifting my chin so I was forced to look at him. “I’ve heard about you. The former mistress who craves submission. Tell me, Eliana, why do you think you’re worthy of my attention?”

Now swallowing hard, my mind racing. “I don’t know if I am, Master. But I’m willing to learn. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to please you.”

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Then a small smile played on his lips. “That’s the right answer.” He stood up, towering over me. “Stand up.”

As I rose to my feet, my body trembling with excitement and fear. He then circled me slowly, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin, making me shiver. “You have potential,” he murmured. “But potential needs to be tested.”

He led me to a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner of the room, its dark wood gleaming under the low lights. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument…

Submissive Whore Donatella Completely Under Total Control

Submissive Whore

I sink to my knees, trembling as he steps closer, his presence pressing into me. Bought and paid for for half a million dollars, every part of me aches to obey. I can’t think, I just follow.

“Look at me,” he says, voice low and rough. “You’re mine. My submissive whore. You belong to me.” His fingers brush my jaw, down my neck, resting briefly on my chest. Heat burns low, making me shiver.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, and I do without question. “Good girl. I want to see how wet you get for me.” He leans closer, whispering filthy instructions for me to follow, each one making my stomach twist and my chest tighten.

“Touch yourself for me,” he says, watching every move. “Do it exactly like I told you.” My body trembles under his gaze, every command driving me further, every whisper pulling me deeper.

When he reaches out to guide me, to tease me, to make me do exactly what he wants, I obey instantly. “Yes… just like that, My Nigger Slut,” he murmurs, and I melt, breathless, shaking, entirely his.



 

Submissive slut surrenders to her Master and still gets beat

Submissive slutA Submissive slut place is on her knees or bound for the Master. I am his to command, to bruise, to bleed. His piercing gaze saw through my façade, into the depths of my sick desires. I offered myself to him, a willing vessel for his kinky whims, aching to be dominated, to be broken and remade in his image.
And so he took me, claimed me as his own, his plaything to be used as he saw fit. At first, it was a pleasure, intense and overwhelming, as he explored every inch of my body, every crevice and cavity screaming for his touch. But as time passed, his needs grew darker, his desires more sadistic.
He wanted to see me bleed, to hear my sobs of pain. I was scared to bleed, but I knew my place and let him beat me black and blue. Mercilessly, he used his hands to pummel me and choke me. Tied me up and whipped me with his belt, and until the blood started dripping down my thigh. I am a lucky Submissive Whore to have a Master who will make me suffer so much.

Quench My Thirst with your Golden Nectar

Golden Showers are erotic. Hot piss streaming down my face, and pooling in my mouth. Golden Showers Phone Sex always turns me on. I love receiving and giving. Nuzzling against your hot hard cock for your first mornings piss, makes me feral. I love how hard a piss hard gets.

That straight out of bed, first thing in the mornings piss, is always the warmest and most pungent. The taste and aroma reminds me of the best perfume, and I love wearing it all day. It’s a reminder of what a filthy, worthless cunt I am. But I find worth in being a piss saturated whore.

I love getting fucked hard like a whore, and after a good strong orgasm, pissing all over the penis that made me cum so hard. It’s almost like my body saying thank you with that sweet golden bladder water. It is also sexy holding my piss in for hours at My masters command. Not going pee until I’m instructed to do so, or allowed. Then only being able to piss in or on someone. A mouth makes a perfect toilet.

Pissing in my holes can make me cum on command. That strong stream aimed right at my clit will drive me crazy. Think about gaping my booty hole with your cock and then filling it with your urine. Drain the dragon inside my fuck holes and shake the snake slinging all your little piss droplets all over my pretty face.

Shower me with your yummy, pungent, Golden Goodness.

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