MILF phone sex sluts aren’t only into mommy sex fantasies. Yes I am a mommy, and a nurturing one at that, but in my family, my brats control me. My son texted me while I was still at work to give me instructions for how he wanted me waiting for him when he got home. He is very particular about his orders. If I don’t follow them exactly the consequences are usually very severe. He wanted me in pantyhose waiting for him on my bed. I waited eagerly for the chance to worship his cock after a long day at school but he never showed. Instead, he had 10 of his classmates show up. He pimped me out to his school pals. I had to blow everyone of them, even the ones with short stubby dicks. I knew if I didn’t act like a submissive whore for those boy cocks, my son would whip me senseless. I devoured every cock surrounding me. Let each boy drop a load of cum on me. Even let then each fuck me, sometimes 2-3 at a time. My bed was drenched in a sea of unknown boy cream so I washed the linens. When my son came home finally, he was displeased. I didn’t know how he could be since I blew each boy’s mind and cock. He smacked me and gave me 100 lashes with a whip. My infraction? Cleaning the bed linens. A dirty fuck pig deserves nothing better than sleeping in a throff of cum. He pissed all over the bed and is making me sleep in it instead. When I wake up in the morning, I bet he will piss in my mouth and abuse me some more.
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Slave Training in the rain
Like a good slut I was running the other day trying to lose some of this weight when suddenly it started to rain and storm. I was 5 miles from my car and the nearest building other than a shower/restroom I had seen when running by earlier. I decided to head back that way to get cover. I was running through the rain when suddenly I felt something hit my head hard and suddenly I was on the ground and he was on top of me. He was breathing hard as he shoved my face into the dirt. It was raining hard and I couldn’t see him as much as I tried to struggle. He held me down firm as he touched my ass and tits and slit his hands down the front of my pants. I screamed and tried to get away which I suppose angered him as he shoved a knife against my throat warning me to not fuck with him. I was terrified and stopped stuggling. He ripped my shorts off my body, I was slick with the rain, my face still in the dirt, some of it even in my mouth. He slapped my ass and pussy hard then slowly began to run his knife along my curves and creases. He said nothing as I cried in the rain, so scared… but strangely horny. He noticed that the wetness between my legs was no longer the rain but me. He finally laughed and it sent chills down my spine… he was going to ruin me I just knew it. He order me to get off the ground and walk. I did so and I saw the showers and bathrooms ahead. I knew not to get excited, no one would be near here anytime soon. I stumbled as he pushed me to hurry up, he then allowed me to see his face and I knew then that it was it for me, I was going to be here a long time. He tied my arms above my head and gaged me. He turned the shower on full hot, the dirt washing off of me as he scalded my skin with the boiling water. I couldn’t move… he laughed and I knew it was time to surrender myself for good.
Cock worshiping with Naomi
My master do you know how much I worship you. I beg to be touched by you every night. I worship your big hard cock. Master I want you to stretch my asshole open with your cock. I want you to gape me open. I want you to force your big king cock down my throat. I want you to lay me down on the bed with my head hanging over and I want you to slide your cock down my throat. Fuck my face and fuck my throat.
Make me your cock worshiping cum whore. I want to be your cock slave. Spank me, whip me and treat me like trash. Be hard on me, give me your worst! Fuck me until my ass blow out, and make me suck your cock clean again. Tie me up and torture me until dawn. I want to be yours master. I need to be yours. Please master let me worship your cock!
Submissive Whore Turned Into A Scare-Ho
It all started, when He, along with some of His friends decided to go and get pumpkins so that I could decorate them for O/our outdoor decor. I was tired from a long day at the office so the last thing I wanted to do was carve pumpkins. However, He insisted so I started to carve them. On the last one I made a sad face because I was tired and all I wanted to do is to go to bed.
His friends are well aware of O/our relationship and told Him that before I go to bed I should have to wear the “pity me” pumpkin. He thought it was a great idea. He took it and cut the bottom off of it and stuck it over my head. He told me that since I was off from work for the next couple of days that I could just wear my “pity me” pumpkin while I made O/our dinner.
I asked Him if he realized how hard it would be to cook with a pumpkin on my head. In all honesty I was kidding around, having the pumpkin on my head actually made me laugh. However, He considered my statement to mean I was talking back. Something that I never do, as I do my best to be the best submissive for Him that I can. I was shocked at His reaction since I have never really been in trouble before.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside. I was actually frightened for a few minutes. He told me to strip, I did without hesitation as I realized that I was about to be punished. He told me to go and get the Hemp rope and come back. I had to run to the barn to fetish it. As I was running back I saw that His friends had come outside and were watching.
He bound my breasts up tight, then took the Scarecrow decoration down from it’s perch. He told me to get up there. I stepped up onto the bale of hay and stood there. He walked into the house and came out with my wrist and ankle restraints along with a heavy paddle. After he secured my wrists and feet he paddled me until I was black and blue. He doesn’t hit hard, but He can hit for a very long time. He says it is done that way so I can ‘enjoy the sting’. He is right You know. When done in that manner it is a slow burn, which makes the skin so tender that even a soft touch stings badly.
When He finished and I was bruised to His liking He looked up at me and said, “Today you are Our scare-ho. You have to stay out here until I see fit to let you down. When I do, you will make Us something to eat, then you will go into O/our bedroom, lay on the floor on your back and not move until I come in. If you do this, I will give you something special because you took your punishment like a good submissive whore. You understand why I had to punish you right?” I shook my head and said, “Yes Sir.” He asked me, “What are you today?” I replied, “I am your Scare-Ho Sir!”
Helpless
Your young submissive whore. The bitch you can do anything you want to, I am powerless. Weak. Nothing I can do as you violate my holes. Nothing I can do as you force my little ones to do your bidding. Nothing… I will do nothing. You are in control, you own me. My little ones… they’re all yours. I’m a very bad mommy. I will cry and beg you not to hurt them, not to violate them but you and I both know I am full of shit. We both know from my wet sloppy pussy soaking wet over here that I want you to as bad as you want it. You don’t hesitate, and you make me watch. I deserve this. This is all I will ever be good for and I know it. I am to be used and then thrown away. My cunt is all I am worth, only good for breeding fucking and using as a personal cum dumpster. Here to serve and please your cock any time you may desire. I am yours. I will worship you, I will obey your every command and serve your glorious cock to its full extent. You can make me do anything. Anything your horny heart desires. I might say no, I might beg for you not to, you might hear my muffled screams as you do the unthinkable – but don’t stop, I want it. I need it, I need to be forced, I need to be serving you in my rightful place as your very own submissive whore.
Punish Me Master: I Need Slave Bondage
My boss was out of the office for a few hours. I know the rules. But, I thought it would be fun to play around in his office for a bit. He would never know. I sat in his big comfy office chair and masturbated. He never lets me cum, so I played naughty secretary at his desk. I should have known better. He had a hidden camera in his office because he cannot trust me. He texted, “Someone needs more slave training.” I knew I was in trouble. I went back to my office, scared, awaiting my punishment.
There was no apologizing to master. I violated the trust. I needed punished. I needed slave bondage. He made me disrobe. I received 32 lashes with his whip. A lash for each minute I sat in his office chair. He put nipple clamps on my worthless tits and attached a chain to my clit so when he yanked it, he hurt all three of my sensitive spots at once. He was just warming up. I had to put on the sensory deprivation suit. I hate it. It restricts my movement and breathing. Plus it is so tight on my curvy body, I sweat like a pig. Master suspended me in his office, above his desk. I was hanging like a bug trapped in a spider web. Sweating, struggling to breathe, unable to move, receiving electric shocks to my breasts in 32 second intervals. Master loves to punish me.
I hung above his desk not for 32 minutes, but 32 hours. When he released me, I was close to passing out. “Next time you violate the rules of the office, I will leave you hanging for 32 days, whore,” he seethed as he spit in my face. I cleaned up and completed my work duties. I am both scared and aroused by my master. I’m such a punishment whore.

























