I thought being a submissive whore dominated by an elder in the church would be hot. All those repressed emotions, all that sacrifice that he would have to do just to maintain his position in the church. I always seem so aggressive at first glance. I didn’t realize how aggressive they really can be. Then I got schooled, I went back to Sunday school. He had a ruler, erasers, a bucket, leather straps, a flyswatter, and anything else he could get his hands on. I was almost grateful that he didn’t have a stapler, eventually I learned how wrong I was. He forced me on my knees in the middle of the room explain what the bucket was for. it was either my food dish, my water bottle, or my toilet and i had to choose wisely. The ruler was to smack with every part of my body did what he did not wanted to do. The fly swatter was my whip, the leather straps were my extreme bondage to bind my ankles and wrists together as he pushed me over on to my face. The erasers really didn’t do much more, than act as a filler. As he filled me up! Eraser after eraser and not a pencil eraser, either. I was to be like this for 7 days each day I would learn about one of the seven deadly sins. Gluttony he was still the bucket with dog food cat food any non human food he was trying to cure me of my gluttony. Coveting, he would bring female after female into this room take advantage of them right in front of me. Not only did he want me to be jealous of the pleasure he brought them, but their freedom. He didn’t know me very well! I wasn’t coveting them! The only thing that I wanted was to be the most humiliated degregated and low cum bucket that he had ever known. I wonder who’s going to school who? and there’s still 5 deadly sins left. Why don’t you give this one a call she has so much to discuss with you.
Category: Submissive phone sex
Submissive Phone Sex with Rubber and Bondage
I love being a good little submissive phone sex servant to my Dominate. To be able to fully submit to him it is more than him being able to control me. It is about us having a connection, me submitting total trust that he will know and respect my limits. It takes time to get to that point with someone. Sir Brando loves and I have been together for a while. He loves my total submission to him and decided it was time for some rubber body bag play. This can be very dangerous and extremely erotic. The way the rubber feel against the skin, and the way the bag hold and squeezes every section of my body tight, the restrains makes me so aroused.
He sucks the bag around me. Sometimes I get a mouth hole, which he plugs with his cock. Sometime he leaves me a straw to breathe through. I have to concentrate in order to control my breath through the narrow passage. He likes to make it hard to. He will take his vibrating want and place it on my clit. It feels good as he gives me intense amount of pleasure. He likes to be in control, waiting for me to beg him for permission to cum. Sometimes I pass out from the lack of oxygen to my brain as I orgasm. Luckily like my knight in shining armor he is there to save me with his oxygen tank.
Submissive Whore Bernice’s Worst Nightmare
I have always been a submissive whore. I have had many masters over the years, some rather twisted, but I never complained. It is not my place to question what you do to me, only to serve you. Master Ted was an old school BDSM man. He had a fetish for old mental hospital restraints. Strait jackets, crib cages, facial jackets made of leather, and a slew of now illegal restraints. He had a special room that scared me to death. The old medical devices he collected were pretty much torture tools in modern society; archaic devices deemed cruel and illegal in the medicine world. He always threatened me with “the room” if I ever disobeyed him, but I never did.
One night however, he was drunk and feeling extra cruel, so he put me in “the room” for his own amusement. Not to break me. Not to punish me. Just to scare me. Just to get off at my torment. It was about fucking my mind, not breaking my spirit. I was and still am horribly afraid of being trapped in small places. Master Ted tossed me in his chamber of horrors. I was put in a straight jacket, tossed in the Utica Crib, where he bound my legs with old leather restraints and put a Texas Chainsaw Massacre looking facial restraint over my face. The face mask had chains on the inside that pulled my cheeks back forcing my mouth open. It was designed to prevent asylum patients from biting their tongues. But for me, it was meant for torture.
I was left bound, trapped and deprived of light for 48 hours. What I didn’t realize was that Master Ted was sitting in an old wheelchair most of the time with glee beating his cock as he listened to me whimper and cry, and watched me pee and shit myself. When he freed me, I was completely broken. I thought I was broke in before, but I never had been restrained that long in such a small space with no light and my mouth forced open an extended time like that. It was torture. I was dehydrated and confused. It really messed with me psychologically. The worst mind fuck a master has ever implemented on me before or since.
I guess my first mistake was letting that Master know my fears. Now that you know I am scared of being restrained in small dark areas, what would you do to me?
Submissive whore Dorthy loves spanking phone sex
How about some spanking phone sex before bed? You know the kind that makes you want to stroke your cock while I spank myself only the way you want me to? How bout we come up with a hot scenario to set the pace. The boss / bad employee was always my favorite. I had been working at the diner for a short while, and I was always looking for a way to get in trouble. The owner I had only heard about, and today I got to meet him. I heard stories about how he loves to discipline the new girls. When he walked in I knew he liked me. I could feel his eyes looking through me. Short changing him on purpose was easy. And when he left I knew he would be back. I was closing the tilll and counting it down when he came in and locked the door behind him. I knew what he wanted and so I pulled up my skirt and bent over the counter. His hand felt like a glove when it cupped my perfect ass. The sting felt amazing as his fingers dove into my pussy. Working me hard and fast he would slap then enter my cunt. Slapping faster and faster.. I spread my legs and felt his cock enter me from behind. He ripped my top off and slapped my tits. And when he exploded inside, I came with him. He smiled at me and told me next time learn how to count. Leaving as quickly as he arrived. I knew I liked this job, and now I need you to come interview me for the next one! Let me be your submissive whore tonight.
Tie Up this Submissive Whore
I woke up. I couldn’t move. I was bound, head to foot, my mouth filled with something, muffling my attempts to cry out. My eyes were bound, and I couldn’t see anything. And then he was there, moving behind me. I heard a “slap, slap, slap” sound, seeming to be a paddle against the side of a leg, and the noise began moving in a circle around from behind me, to my left, to my front. Then, with no warning but a soft hush of air, I felt a sharp CRACK of a paddle smack against the side of my right tit! I jumped and tried to squeal, but all I could make was a *mmphf* sound through the collection of stuff covering my mouth.
I tried to shift in my bonds. I couldn’t, I was bound up so tight. But as I wriggled a bit, I found I was uncomfortable. The more I wriggled, the worse it got, and I kept wriggling to find a less painful position. As I shifted, I heard the familiar sound of a man jerking off. “That’s right, you just try to get out of those bonds, you submissive whore,” he said breathily as he stroked himself. I started writhing and fighting at my bonds, and I started crying behind my blindfold. My audible cries of discomfort and pain went basically unheard in my gag, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because soon I felt the hot stream of cum coat the blindfold and drip over my nose, clogging my holes and making it difficult to breathe.
I just love submissive phone sex, don’t you?