Submissive phone sex is all you get with me. In fact, I don’t really know how to be dominant. Guys call me expecting that I have dominated my daughter, but that goes against my nature. I just don’t know how to take the lead. I don’t know how to be in charge. I have been submissive since I was in utero. My master has never shown interest in jail bait pussy, so I never had to make that choice. I know, however, from my phone masters that my daughter needs to be used because she is tighter and younger than her mother. She needs slave training. She is nothing like her mother. She thinks I am a joke. She thinks I let men use me because I am a doormat. She doesn’t understand that I let men use me because I like being submissive. I am submissive because I think men are superior in every way. My daughter and son rule me. They could get away with murder, maybe even get away with my murder. My daughter is an unruly twat. I recognize that, but I am powerless as her submissive mother to correct her behavior. My master is uninterested in pussy more than 50 years younger than him. He is uninterested in jail bait pussy because of his law career. My son only wants to fuck his sister; he has no desire to turn her into his little bitch. He says that is what he has me for. That leaves you. You can break her young bald pussy in the proper way. She is no virgin, but she needs broken. It is going to require a certain kind of man, a very dominant kind of man. I won’t lie to you. I hope it hurts. I don’t understand girls these days thinking men owe them. Women are on this earth to take of you, nothing more, nothing less. Please help me slave train my teen whore properly?
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Whatever my master says I will do. Today he demanded that I lick his ass and tongue fuck it. I love licking his ass. Sometimes, he does not even bother to clean it really well. I flicked my tongue back and forth around his puckered ass and tongue fucked it.
I licked from his ass hole to his taint. I sucked on those nuts and juggled them in my mouth, feeling his creamy cum build up. I am a little ass lick cock sucking fuck whore. I slapped myself with his cock across my face. His cock and balls where so heavy.
When it came time for me to suck his cock he told me I couldn’t breathe or come up for air until he gave me permission. I took his cock all the way down my throat and started to pump him in and out. He forced himself balls deep inside my mouth and pushed down on my head.
I was chocking on his cock not coming up for air. When he was ready to nut he just shot it strait into my tummy. I inhaled his yummy sticky cum.
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My Alpha Daddy is always demanding that I obey him even out in public. He says that I never should act like a dumb submissive skank only behind closed doors. So when we go out in public he makes sure to humiliate me and treat me like the dumb cunt that I am.
I cater to him getting him whatever he needs while he scolds me in front of strangers. I never look at anyone in the eyes and when his cock gets hard, I make myself somewhat useful and service him. We go into a secluded place where I unleash his beast.
I take him cock into my throat and I let him pound that fuck out of my tonsils. My spit drips down my cheeks and chin. I will do anything to make my master and his cock satisfied.
Training the newbies
“Harder.” I screamed. “Make it hurt.” The belt landed solidly against my naked ass. I arched with the pain of my bondage phone sex whipping, feeling my pussy getting wet. Just a few more blows and I knew I’d be coming. You were new to this. You didn’t hit with nearly as much force as Master did. I knew that if I allowed you to go easy on me, that I’d pay for it later. Trainees like you were not uncommon. In all of the years since I’d been abducted and forced into slavery, I’d seen so much young ones pass through these doors.
I began to taunt you, hoping that it would be just what you needed to really turn lose on me. I hissed ugly words between my clenched teeth. You didn’t even know how to insert a ball gag properly. “Faggot. Loser. Tiny dick.” I provoked you. Finally some emotion from you. I could see your jaw clench. Your cock was rising over the top of your leather pants. I knew you couldn’t take much more.
One more act of disobedience was all it took. You were on me like a wolf on fresh kill. You grabbed me by the throat, forcing your fuck stick down my gullet. I choked and you began to punch me as you pumped into my face. I could smell the stench of your sweaty balls as you fucked me. The bile rose in my throat but I swallowed it. You were just like the others. An evil controlling man whose penis was only hardened by abusing a helpless person.
You pulled out with the first throb of your cock. Slippery with my spit, you gripped it, jacking it. I bowed my head and waited for the shower of cum. Sluts like me were born for one reason. To take the abuse that other women refused and make it my talent. Knowing that I was dead forever to my family, what did it matter what happened to me now?
Lost
It’s been 15 years since I was kidnapped. So many years of bondage phone sex that I’ve forgotten how to be normal. I was living the good life as the trophy wife of a local businessman. A mother of two young ones. A pillar of the community. My hubby had lured me into the cuckold life that he loved. Men were always coming and going. Looking back, I wonder if this was all planned. The day I was attacked, everyone was gone. A masked man dragged me into a van and my life changed forever.
My abductor was a cruel man. He broke me, starved me, and beat me senseless. I’ll never forget the day he brought home the newspaper where my husband had me declared dead. I lost the will to live that day. He owned me now. He knew where I was weak. My fiesty side was gone. I was dead inside. I was property, like a pet. I faced the life that he forced me to live.
Six months later, it all changed. He brought home another paper where my husband was marrying my best friend. That night, I begged him to kill me. And believe me, he tried. All of his angry lust spilled out as he inflicted every horror in his dungeon upon me. I lashed me, strung me up, violated me with every object. But I felt nothing inside. I was meat. Just a pretty plaything that he could share with his friends. And somewhere along the way, my pain turned to arousal. My pussy throbs with each blow, every kick, and every vile word. I am now a submissive whore. Chained, helpless, and born to serve my master. Use me as your cum dumpster, ashtray, or footstool. I know my place. I am nobody.



















