Erotic submissive stories of your kitty pet submissive. There are many ways in which to train your submissive to your liking. My master has always said that I was his perfect little kitty. He tells me how my clothes digging into his back as he’s pounding my asshole reminds him of a wild cougar. And there’s no missing the fact that I am now becoming a cougar submissive who loves to pray on young dominant boys. And to help me transition master has permanently made me his little kitten cock sleeve. What you see here is the sexy part of being a little kitty for my big daddy. You don’t see all the humidity things he makes me do while in pet form. In case you’re wondering yes way to divulge in the furry lifestyle from time to time. I have trained beside many a “pup” in the kink community. But back to my humiliating task. I have dishes a little paw prints and funny cat faces on them that I lap my water and sometimes come out of. I have a litter box that I must use and nothing else that I have to go to the bathroom. And that means kicking my feet back and covering up my shit and pissing just like my furry counterpart would. There’s been a couple of occasions when I found myself face down in my own shit box. But besides that being Master’s pet is all about obedience and when I’m bad I am forced to be bound up and given bare bottom spankings with his cat of nine tails. Can I be your playful submissive kitten tonight?
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Wearing my leash at the park was fun
Light bondage is what me and Master Daddy enjoy, but today we decided to take a walk in the park. Master Daddy is slave training me so I had my cute pink collar and leash on today. As I strutted along next to my master he gave me instructions to take my shirt off and expose my chocolate tits to joggers nearby. I did as I was told knowing that Submissive sex would follow as my reward for such whorish behavior. I truly love the looks we get when Master Daddy and I play in public places, I get so turned on he has to remind me not to go to far. I couldn’t care less who sees me submit to Master Daddy, I am his eternal sex slave.
Soft bondage gets me over the edge just like any hard dick
Strapped down with a brush slipping over my tits and teasing me until I’m a discomforted mess, I knew I couldn’t ask for anything different than soft bondage. I risk everything every day, and every dangerous moment or breath I give to someone else makes it all feel worth it. I take great bliss in the uncomfortable, in being teased and used. I feel amazing when I can barely breathe and my every nerve is singing at me. I need to be used and somehow this guy knew exactly what he had to do to get me down on the table with straps tied up all over me. My legs spread, my juices leaking onto the table with every tease, my naked body the showpiece for him and his friends. He’s got others staring at me, using me, appeasing their own whims while pushing me past boundaries I didn’t know I had. Too bad those boundaries will be gone by the time they’re done using their submissive whore, just a memory of a stuck-up girl I didn’t know I was. I’m always pushing further, growing more into myself and becoming kinkier. Every day is another step into a taboo-less valley of urges and desires met at every turn. I’m grateful for the experience, even if every touch and tease and abuse brings me just a little further from my husband. I used to be such a nice and cute girl, a wallflower without the slightest idea what this kind of world was like. Maybe that’s why I got addicted so fast, why my urges exploded and the next thing I knew my pussy was my main attraction and my pretty fast was no longer important. Fuck, I need this, I need to be treated like the whore I really am. It makes me feel so real and in the moment to be tortured, even if just a little. I can’t get anything like this with my normal husband, even if I wish he’d change his ways and realize what a submissive slut like me needs.
Jealous subby sluts
What’s better than one subby slut? Two two subby sluts of course. Let me show you what makes me your slave inevitably. Whenever you have a group of girls or one other girl it doesn’t matter just another female around my inner Instinct of being territorial emits. It’s so hard for me to keep a chill mood. At first I am threatened and I need you to have the BDSM chat where you berate me and tell me that I don’t have any Authority. In my mind I like to think that I’m your number one but in reality you will never give me that satisfaction. So I have to learn how to play nice and get comfortable with other girls. Whatever you want you always claim. When I had Clara around she told me that I would be eating her cunt and submitting to her. In some ways I couldnt stop myself from being so wet by being dominated by a subby slut. Clearly it was a battle of the babes and you enjoyed the show.
submissive sex for life
All the pain of him spanking me and using me and giving me submissive sex that’s all that has me in a doozy. The pain radiates through my body but I still need him I want him I’m obsessed I can’t help it I’m only for him. As he takes over my body and mind and soul and shoves his dick and me with no remorse he calls up on all his friends to use me up. The spanking the choking the abuse will never stop. I am his and only has and I belong to him for life so he’s going to always let me know with his actions that I have no say so. Now I know that I was born to be a submissive girl
I make Cock worshiping look like art
As a cock worshiping slut, I’m very lucky that my name is Zella, it makes writing my name on your cock with thick lipstick and kisses a lot easier. Lots of simple straight lines. The “a” gets a little tricky at the end, but you could say I’m used to pulling tricks. That may have been a dirty pun but I promise you it’s going to be the least dirty part of any time you spend with me. I will worship your cock like it is a god and the only way I can eat is by swallowing your load. I promise I’m a good girl that likes to drink all her milk and I’d never be so wasteful as to let a drop hit the floor, no matter which pair of lips I’m using at the moment, and I promise it will be both as I milk you dry and show you cum eating phone sex all night long.
I know what I am, as a cheap whore I belong on my knees until the rug burn leaves them bright red, matching my lipstick all over your cock and balls. It will be a fitting compliment to my brightly colored mascara running down my face from the tears, my body trying to work past just how huge you are as I choke on you. I love a dick so big I have to struggle, it makes the cum so much sweeter, it really drills into any man that his cum is more important to me than air. It’s a simple decision to force you as far down in my throat as I can manage, always struggling to get just another inch down my airway so I can properly take in its magnitude and greatness. As a cum slut phone sex whore,I’ll suck for hours if it means even one more thick load of cum to drink down from your swollen cock.
Submissive whore like me need to be played with
Today I, a submissive whore, couldn’t recognize a cock that was already inside of me. Normally as I get used, even if it’s dark and I’m waking up to it by the feel, the size, the speed it’s moving. Not today though, today was a different new cock and I loved not knowing. I loved that someone just got tired of my short little skirt and decided to do something about it. I came so hard my entire body spasmed as I realized the monster inside of me was totally unrecognizable to my poor abused little pussy stretching around it. Maybe it was a habit but I found myself grabbing my ankles and staring at my thong that had been ripped off and thrown on the ground. A stranger was using me for their pleasure and all I could think was that I was grateful for the surprise, for the welcome waves of pleasure washing over me. All I wanted in that moment was to milk that fat cock dry, to be as pleasurable for him as I could be. To make him cum a half dozen times inside of me. I am a free-use whore and I have always been proud of it. However, I rarely enjoy it half as much as when a stranger uses me for the first time, as I’m made a man’s toy and he chooses when and how to play with me.
Hurt me with your slave training
“Ow! Oh fuck!” The slap of my titties bouncing against each-other after his palm landed firmly to the side was enough to scramble my expression and wet my loins for his effective slave training. I’m a glutton for a little agony every once in a while, and that means when a man gets in his head that I’m a toy to be played with I respect him more if he’s willing to hurt me. I cried out his name, I cried a little in general, and my titties shined a little red. My breaths were heavy, while I moaned and twitched. He had created a rhythm for me, one that had my body in sync with my heart beat. “Harder~” I gasped, begging him to give me all of his passion in a way that I couldn’t ever forget. “Make me bleed.” A lot of men are into a woman who knows her place, I’m one of them, and I get a lot of appreciation. There’s nothing better than a woman that you can smack, hit, abuse and torture, who’ll beg for more with a teary smile and a dripping cunt. “Cum.” I heard him order, and I couldn’t stop myself from giving in and giving him the treat he requested.














