Who knew I’d be stuck in such a submissive relationship. I am so in love with being used and fucked sexually. My master is all I want. The only way to please him is with him being able to fuck me as he pleases. I was put on earth to serve him and make him fall in love with me thru sexy bondage. I’m always wearing the hottest lingerie pieces and smell delightful, and I’m ready to be devoured. Our toxic relationship is full of ups and downs, but the sex is far better than I could even imagine. I stick with him because he knows my body in ways I don’t know what to do to make me orgasm and submit to all his selfish needs. He loves to please me, but he comes first, and that is okay with me. Some may say it’s a bad romance, but I’m addicted to him. I love the pain and pleasure he provides me.
Category: Submissive slut
Submissive Slut On the 4th
For a submissive slut like me, summertime means that I will be wearing a tiny bikini all summer while I serve Master and his friends out by the pool. Well, if he even permits me to wear anything at all. Sometimes he likes me to be naked at all times in case he or one of his friends gets in the mood to fuck me. I just never know when someone is going to come up behind me and bend me over or grab me and push me down onto my knees. I used to resist, but they would just fuck my holes anyway. Since I knew it was going to happen anyway, I just learned to enjoy it.
Today is the 4th, but Master had his party yesterday. It was an all day event and by the end of it, all of my holes were sore. Even the back of my throat was sore from all of the throat fucking that went on. Do you want to know all the dirty stuff that they did to me yesterday? You should call me while it’s fresh in my mind so I can tell you everything. I’m ready and waiting for you, Sir.
Dicked Down At The DMV
Mindlessly, I shifted and tugged my micro skirt down. Damn it was hot, but I was dressed extra slutty to be in public. I was minding my business and waiting in line at the DMV, yes still six feet apart. The man behind me, however, had been coming closer and closer to me as the line move up, leading into a dark hall with a door at the end.
Now that we stood in the hallway, at the end of the line as the last clients for the day, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My cunt spurted in excitement. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He growled in my ear. My slit really started to drip. I knew that voice.
It was possible he’d seen me around town, but the quiver in my pussy knew what he meant. He’d used me, or rented me before when I was a trafficked sex slave. “What are you doing off your leash, chicklet?” He grabbed me hard around my wrist, and dragged me out to his vehicle like a sloppy little rag doll. No one tried to stop him while he manhandled me. He shoved me into the back of his van, and climbed inside with me.
He choke slammed me into the floor, pulling out a little burner phone as he dialed my old pimp; the one he was known me with. I’d been sold and rebought several times over. But! He was going to try and take me back to sexual slavery where I would be used like a whore day in and day out. Suddenly, with a second thought, he broke the phone in half and move on me like a starving tiger.
“I came to get my tags renewed and snagged a hot little slut instead.” He was laughing as he clamped the steel, barb wire collar around my neck. As it bit into my tender flesh, I screamed.
Slave Training Phone Slut
When you pick me as your submissive mistress, you don’t even have to worry about putting me through slave training. That is, unless there’s something very specific that you want me to do for you. I have been owned by a Master for a while and he has taught me to be a good slave and I pride myself on that. And if you’re not sure exactly what you want from me, that’s okay. I would love to tell you stories of how my Master whipped me (literally) into shape. I was a bit wild so it took him a while, but he did a really great job.
I now know that my place in this world is at the feet of real, dominant men just like you. I don’t even try to pretend like I could ever be anything else. I submit willingly and I am thankful for every single opportunity I have to please you. My Master always told me that I might as well get used to being submissive because it was the only thing I’d ever be any good at and now, I agree. If you want to see for yourself, please consider calling me. I can’t wait to get a chance to make you happy.