We arrive, and per my specific instructions I exit the back seat, step to the back of the vehicle, and kneel my bare knees in the gravel. He gathers what he wants, and comes to attach my leash. He walks me like his pet to the main building.
He leads me to a corner with a small woolen blanket on the cement. Some meal is brought to me by another slave in a small metal bowl. I remembered my lesson and I sat motionless, awaiting permission to eat what was before me.
After this, he leads me out to the field. There were wonderful set ups for binding, suspending, stretching, and yoking. Hoses and wires and ropes were hung neatly everywhere, next to displays of whips, chains, sharp implements, baseball bats, and hundreds of other random objects for insertion.
He tied me up to a PVC frame, and began connecting a hose, and gathering a bucket.
“We’re going to make yo good and clean today, whore.” he stated.
He filled my pussy and my ass with hoses, fastening them on. He turned them on slow, so they steadily filled my body with freezing cold water that began oozing out from my cunt and asshole. Filling the bucket from the spring tap, he threw bucketful after bucketful of icy cold mountain water all over my body. My skin was bright pink and red, stinging hard from the cold water and air. But I was a good slut, I didn’t squeak or squirm.
Master then walked around me, grabbing the hoses and working them further and further into me, releasing bursts of water from both my love holes, till it felt I would burst. My ass and cunt began gripping and spasming, I struggled to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overpower me.
Once he was satisfied with my cleanliness, he removed the hoses, stepped to my face and said “you did well, pet. You may have your reward.” And placed his beautiful cock before my face. “You may cum with me.
He is so very good to me, I wish he was my forever master. Maybe you’ll be here somewhere, and will want to adopt me?
Category: Submissive phone sex
Field trip
Odontophilia, anyone?
My Master loves my teeth. If I’ve been a good girl and used his favorite red lipstick, he ties me up and has me to lick my lips over and over while his cock grows to a size only true, uninhibited lust can bring. I make sure to bite my lip often showing him my pearly whites and he rewards me with placing my favorite vibrator right against my clit. He brings me right to the point of orgasm, and then stops. He’s a big tease, but so am I. I make sure to bite my lip continuously and flash him big smiles, encouraging him to reward me. Eventually, he demands that I open up and he rubs the head of his cock against my hyper white teeth. I can feel his cock throbbing, and when I flick my tongue out, he shoots a huge load of jizz into my mouth and onto my face. More rewards for this submissive whore!
Bdsm phone sex
I was crawling on my hands and knees like the little pathetic whore that I am. I was graveling for some attention from my master. He realized I was desperate and spit right in my dumb little cunt face. I did not bother whipping it off my eyes, in fear that it would only further upset my master. I leaned down and started kissing his feet. I needed to due my duties as a piece of shit. I had plans of cleaning his ass hole, but of course my master had more plans for me. He grabbed me by my hands and pulled me up to my feet. He binded my hands tightly behind my back and did the same to my ankles. I wanted to ball, because the rope was cutting deep into my skin. He put a gag in my mouth and proceeded to coat me in his warm urine. I am a filthy piss whore, I guess now he will finally reward me withhis attention.
The Future is Bleak for This Bondage Whore
The world for a bondage whore is much different today than it was a few decades ago. My current master is aging out for our bondage games. I feel like a relic in the modern fetish world searching for a new full time master. I got into phone sex to test the waters; get an idea of what the future holds for me. This bondage whore has a bleak future. My current master has supported me financially for decades now. Our bondage games have always been shrouded in respect too. Safe words always honored; my limits respected. I started a FetLife profile so I could meet men looking for a bondage whore in hopes that I may find a new master much like my current one. I have decide that I have to give up on this notion that things can be the way they were in the past. I’m never going to find a benevolent master like I have now. He has spoiled me. He is the only full time master I have ever known. Every man I have met in the past several months who claimed to be into bondage and submission games lied to me. All they want to do is abuse and degrade me with no cloak of safety or respect. Since I am a true, old school submissive, I have no choice but to submit even when my code words are not honored. Ted was a man I thought might be into bondage as much as my current master, until he tied me up on his couch and left me there for two days. When he came back he found that I had pissed and shit on his couch, which he didn’t like. I was released, but forced to lick up his couch while he fucked my ass and called me names. Ultimate degradation. I didn’t fight too much; actually not at all because this submissive whore needs to except the current world order. I have no control or power in our BDSM relationship.
Prostate milking my master
My brother has been extremely kinky. He loves when I am nostril deep in his ass hole cleaning him up and out. I love being really nasty with him. I put my tongue deep into him and lick and lap at every slit in his ass. I always am his toilet. As of lately though he has been needing to go get his prostate checked.
I told him that he does not need another whore, like a doctor that thinks she knows everything up in him. I tell him, that I am his submissive little skank- let me cater to him. He finally agreed and I get on my hands and knees, dick in my face I reach behind him. I start pushing my finger right into the area, his cock grows.
He tells me he needs to piss, I tell him that’s normal and open my mouth wide, he lets out his hot piss as I keep fucking his prostate with my finger. I am going to milk every substance out of your cock, big bother. I want all of your cum and all of your piss!
After he finishes pissing in my mouth and I swallow it. I take his cock in my mouth and start to tug the milky cum out of his big fat dick. I fuck his prostate with my finger and soon enough, he lets me drink his sweet nectar right out of his cock hole.
Whore’s punishment
“Tell me you like it, whore!” He demanded, as the quirt raised another welt across my breasts. I gritted my teeth against the cry wanting to escape. “I like it, master!”
My pussy quivered at how helpless I felt, completely unable to move, utterly at his mercy.
His expression showed no reaction to my words. He slowly stalked around me. Eyeing his prey. He grabbed a handful of my hair, snapping my head back and my body forward. I gasped as master slipped the tip of his rock hard cock into my gaping asshole. “You know better than to make a sound when I don’t tell you to, slut!” He whispered into my right ear. Master slammed his dick into my tiny, tight hole over and over again, until he filled me up with a massive load of his cum.
“You didn’t deserve that treat, did you, my little cum rag? My little submissive whore?” I’m gasping too hard to speak, my lungs trying madly to keep up with my heart. I feel hot cum dripping from my gaping, destroyed asshole.
“You don’t deserve this, either. But, you know I’m a kind master, don’t you?”
The doorknob moves, and the heavy metal door creaks open.
Who are you? What are you going to do with me? Are you my new master?
I can’t wait to find out!
The Meat Department
September 7th was National Salami Day. I knew my master was up to no good when he sent me to the grocery store in my slave clothes. Full face makeup, big hair, titties out and my ass was out. He gave me very strict directions while at the grocery store. I was to get a cart. Buy 5 tubes of lube, 5 things of plastic wrap and as many Salami rolls I could find including the ones in the back at the meat department. My cart was full as I struggled to push it in my 6 inch plant form heels to the meat department. I rang the bell that sounds like a cow, which made me giggle. A very tall man walked out of the back in black slacks and a white coat covered in blood.
“We have been expecting you.”
I figured my master talked to them and let them in on his little game but I did not expect the next thing to happen. He opened the door and said after you. I pushed my heavy full cart into the back room where the butcher block covered in blood was surrounded by four other men covered in blood. The one who let me into the back grabbed me by the back of my hair.
“Dirty subby whore’s like you need to really experience a good salami.”
He pulled me by my hair to the butcher block. I slipped in the blood and pieces of meat on the floor, he was dragging me in the blood and they all picked me up. They put me on my hands and knees on the butcher block. They sliced my clothes off with their very sharp knives. They took the plastic wrap from my cart and started to wrap me in it to the butcher block. Spreading my legs wide open but also having access to my mouth. They pulled the cart closer to me as each one of them grabbed a box of lube and Salami. They shoved a thick Salami roll in my mouth to muffle my screams. Then they shoved one even bigger into my tight lubed up pussy. I was there for hours, being fucked with different rolls of Salami. Having all of my holes fucked and filled with Salami was not enough for them. The each took turns fucking each of my holes and filling me up with their baby batter. My holes are stick aching as I eat the Salami rolls I was force fucked with.





















