Master makes me beg for extreme bondage and cunt torture when he ties me up and fucks me! When my Master spins his web of ropes with me right in the middle I feel so helpless, like a fly to a big black widow spider. I can’t explain how it sends shocks down my spine when he makes me his bondage whore! I know my girls are wondering why their mommy is screaming in pleasure as Master clamps my cunt lips and forces that vibrator against my clit, they don’t understand that BDSM phone sex started it all. My little loves are wondering why mommy is convulsing as she squirts and why Master is laughing in elation when I finally lose consciousness. They can’t imagine how good it feels to be owned and used, how good it feels to let go and be a completely submissive slut… yet. Little do they know that what they are witnessing in me as Master pulls my strings, they will soon recognize in themselves when he has them under his absolute control. My oldest is already a pro at getting Master’s cock hard and my youngest is getting more curious by the day. I know I won’t be able to protect them once Master finally decided how he will put them to use…..
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Submissive Whore Breeding Practices…
Being a Submissive Whore means that now that master has begun training my girls, I know it’s only a matter of time before he breeds me! Master has been taking his time slowly but surely turning my oldest daughter into a filthy little sub slut. My youngest is getting ideas about serving him too, which is all a part of Master’s plan to subjugate them both. I know Master is thinking of breeding me because I saw the sex swing back up in the Livingroom when I got home from my errands. Master calls it his “Breeding sling” because he loves to pound my Milf pussy hard until he leaves a hot steaming nut deep in my fuck tunnel. Master will then shove a plug in my cunt while I hang upside down, letting my womb absorb all of his sperm for hours. Master will surely fill up the cunt baster with his cum too, he likes to baste my twat with his cum even when I’m already full of his cream to ensure that I get knocked up once again.
I’m The Perfect Submissive Fuck Pig!
All my life I’ve been waiting to be used and dominated like a real submissive whore! Ever since I was exposed to my daddy and his belt I have been addicted to submissive acts. I ran away from home and I ended up was working as a teen prostitute, I loved being able to sell the one thing my step-father cared about the most. I craved making money on the road and eventually I ended up in a Master’s dungeon, tied up and completely vulnerable. When I submitted completely to a real dominant, I felt whole for the first time in my meaningless existence. He taught me how to let go of my fear, he taught me how to be free of my desperate need for control. Giving that up meant I could obey and serve, making my master a god in my eyes, he owned me absolutely. That is exactly why I am the perfect submissive fuck pig, I love giving up my body, my mind and any control I have over myself. I want to be used in any way Master sees fit, I want to be your perfect submissive fuck pig!
Gangbang phone sex is a fading glory to share
I don’t really remember the gangbang phone sex last night. It was amazing, I know that, because my massive tits are stinging even now. I must have gotten really roughed up. Someone clearly enjoyed what I had to give and decided to get real forceful with my black booty as well as my voluptuous dark body. I never really mind when that happens, it’s something to remember. I love waking up the next morning and feeling memoirs in physical form for the night lost. It’s beautiful, wonderful, and makes me so damn wet I have to find someone to ride the very moment I’m awake enough to hunt. My tits ache in that good way, and that means they need another hit or smack or brutal fuck and rape phone sex fantasies that make enough noise to deafen the world. I’m a superior bouncing pussy whore who can’t get enough of one moment to the next. You want to fuck this, I know you do, so it’s you I’m after when I leave my house and embark on a quest for cock like no other. The illusive you is always my target. I don’t necessarily know who you are at any given time, you change a lot from day to day, call to call, job to job. You are the one who’ll enjoy my body the most at any given moment, the one who’ll call me later after I’m done having my fun. Maybe I’m overcomplicating giant boobs bouncing around and having fun, but it makes it more fun to add a little mental gymnastics to my real-world stretchy bouncy crab-walking gymnastics. My whole body goes on display all the time, and somehow the faint pain of yesterday doesn’t ever stop me cold. It just makes me want to do some slave training and get fucked, hard.