I have always been my master’s favorite Submissive Whore. Out of his stable of sluts he tortured me the most because he likes me so much. He calls me worthless and that I am just made to be his slut whore to use. Last night he wanted to torture my cunt and remind me how much he likes using me. He tied me up and made sure my legs were spread open wide. He had clamps with him and clamped my pussy lips apart. He wanted to have my hole spread open for him. As he whipped me and paddled my body he could see my cunt hole start to moisten. He laughed, calling me a filthy slut as he shoved his cock in my mouth. He knew he had me under his control. The fact that my cunt dripped for his abuse told him I would always be his Bondage whore. My throat was milking his cock and I could barely breathe, but finally he started cumming and I could taste his semen down my throat. My master spanked my open cunt hard until I pissed myself. He just left me there to dry.
Category: Spanking phone sex
Submissive Phone Sex with Me Means You are in Charge
Submissive phone sex means you are in charge. I may have a master in my real life, but on the phone you are King. My master was the one who found me this job. He was worried about me having a job once he retires completely. He has me set up with a 401 K and he also bought my house, but I am in my early 40s and master is in his early 70s. I still need to work. This has been the perfect job. I was hesitant at first. I did not know what to expect. I have not had many jobs in my life. But all of them have required me to be a submissive whore. I met master in a BDSM club where I was cocktail waitressing. That was my first job. I was not even 21 yet serving drinks. I was a busty, young, red-head slave and the owner of the club only saw dollar signs so he got me a fake ID so I could be in his club. Once I met master, he moved me from NYC to LA and I became his full-time slave and paralegal. Phone sex is only my third job, but it pays well and keeps my skills as a subby bitch honed.
Last night, I did a long call with a guy who put me through the ringer. I did not even try faking anything because he was a seasoned master. He would have known. It started with me describing my body to him. Then it went into punishment. I fucked my cunt with all sorts of things I had in the house, including a rolling pen and a hair brush. I even had to spank my bare ass a few times with my hand and my hair brush. My ass is still sore. Most days, I am grateful that I have a submissive sex phone job, but days like today, when I can barely sit, I regret it, LOL.
Daddy’s first bred Bondage whore
I am always so eager to please and swallow every droplet of cum that your deviant cock can blow.. I didn’t just one day wake up and decide I was going to be a Submissive slut, its sort of something that I grew to naturally accept.. I’ve watched my dad throughout the years humiliate mom in public places and her surrender time after time!
As I grew older daddy started to groom me into the perfect cum guzzling slut I could be.. The first time daddy snatched my hairless slit of its innocence, mom was bound and gagged, forced to listen to my screams and couldn’t do a thing! She’s always been so helpless and aware that men are superior to women..
Whenever I would misbehave daddy would strangle me with his belt until I was deprived of oxygen and nearly knocked unconscious.. He would then snap me back into reality by pumping my pussy with loads of cum.. When my younger brother came into the picture things got more gruesome.
Daddy was teaching him to be the man he had always wanted to be.. My brother was taught to treat the women of the house as they deserved.. If me and mom were not on our best behavior we deserved what he had in store for us.. He would cover for dad whenever dad was at work! It seemed my brother would take advantage of his power, me and mom were constantly being used as human toilets..
He would piss down our throats and force us to swallow his warm lemonade.. If we dared gag or vomit, our putrid throw-up would be dinner! Don’t feel bad for a worthless whore like me and know that I do not deserve any sort of remorse.. Pain is pleasure and I love every moment of it.. When I log online I prepare the tools needed for any sort of torture, I am to endure for your satisfaction… Bondage and submission is my fate, abuse was written for me!
Submissive whore will do anything you ask
I’m a submissive whore and will do anything you ask. I can be your bondage whore and you can tie me up in all sorts of uncomfortable positions. You can get a collar and leash and walk me around the neighborhood on my hands and knees, wearing nothing but lingerie. Some soft silky lacey panties, and a sexy bra for these perky tits. I’ll be a good submissive slut for you and all of your friends. If I’m not you’ll pull me over your knees and spank my ass, hard. But, lets be honest; I’ll never say no. I’m nothing but holes to fuck and property to you. I want you to tie me down for some bondage and submission. You want to own me in every way possible through sexual domination. Go ahead and use me. Dump your load into me and dominate me, make me be a good obedient submissive whore. I’ll do anything to please you and make you happy master.
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.



















