This dominant man I’ve been seeing, he has quite a collection of toys, tools and devices he likes to use on me, his submissive whore. One of them that I never had used on me before is a spreader bar on my ankles. He strapped me into it and I couldn’t close my legs at all. He got an evil grin on his face and said it gave him complete access to my cunt. He bent me over and said my pussy and ass was his. I knew he liked my ass and he lubed up his cock and I could hear the click of the lube cap as he opened it, then the squirting noise as it dripped on his cock, then the closing of it and the wetness noise as he distributed it all up and down the dick getting it ready for my tight hole. I could feel the wet, hard tip at my crack and then starting to plunge inside me and I winced as he pushed it through and into my waiting, tight ass. His cock was large and hurt a bit going in, as it always does, but I soon got used to it and felt him fuck me harder with every forceful thrust. I was basically immobilized by the spreader bar at my ankles, but reached down and started to finger my clit as he pounded away at me. It felt fucking amazing as I finger fucked myself and had his cock stretching my ass open at the same time, and it wasn’t long until I came and then I felt him explode his load inside of me and trickle down my thigh. Being a submissive slut for men has made me realize the most erotic things happen when I do not have a choice. Maybe his toys weren’t so bad after all!
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Submissive slut
I just love being a Submissive slut for my new master. Since my son doesn’t use me like he used to I went and found a master who was fresh out of college to give me what I missed. Every day I wait for him at the door on my knees like a good submissive slut. The first thing he does is slap me with his cock right when he walks in. I love when he puts me on my leash and walks me around the house. Tying me to different pieces of furniture, fucking me, and leaving me there tied up. My favorite is when he gags my mouth, ties me bent over the card table in the living room and blindfolds me. He then invites his friends over, I don’t know how many exactly because there are so many voices, and they take turns making me their cum bucket. They often stick random objects in my ass just to see how far they can stretch it, the pain is so sensational that I squirt all over myself every time. I just loved being used by my new master.
A Proper Submissive Whore Takes Her Punishment with a Smile
I am a 24/7 submissive whore. I don’t just play one on the phone. Ask my boss. For over 20 years I have been his private slave. You would think by now, I could anticipate his every desire, his every whim, but, I am still often caught off guard. I was instructed to show up to work this am in something sexy yet professional. I thought white thigh highs and pretty lacy white panties under a professional blouse and skirt would fit the bill. It always had in the past. But I did not wear the right amount of slutty for his taste and I was punished, as I should have been. I was lazy in my dress this morning and didn’t put proper thought into what might bring my Master the fullest satisfaction.
When he saw me sitting on my desk, with my legs spread, ready to please him however he desired, he smacked me across the face, yelling “Stupid worthless cunt.” I fell to my knees and kissed his feet apologizing a thousand times over how sorry I was. I begged for a second chance to please him, but he ripped my clothes off; flipped me over and force fucked my ass really hard while squeezing my wind pipe. All I could do was choke and wait for him to finish. It wasn’t enough for him. He dragged me by the hair with cum leaking out my ass and threw me on the stockade. Restrained me to the device then fucked me some more. After he dumped another load of cum inside me, he broke out the cat of nine tails and whipped me till my skin broke.
I went back to work, bleeding and battered because a good submissive slut accepts her punishment no matter how painful and continues to do what is expected of her. Tomorrow I will be more attentive to Master’s wants. I am grateful to have such a benevolent Master to give me a second chance to get it right.
Yes, Master
I heard you screaming for me – yelling “get your ass down here, you fucking dirty whore!”. I knew you were in a mood and I knew I was going to get punished for whatever kind of day you had at work. My pussy tingled as I tip toed my way down to the basement where you were waiting. I knew not to make any noise, as I am not allowed to anger you any further. You look at me with such disappointment, and I look at the floor, ashamed of what a submissive little fucktoy I really am.
You tell me to get on my knees and then walk over and begin rubbing your balls all over my face. They are sweaty and hot and moist and they soak my face. I let you continue to humiliate me as you begin slapping my cheeks with your hard cock. You tell me that real girls don’t have to be punished and that real girls are not little whores like me. You tell me I deserve everything you do to me, and I know you’re right.
As you put your cock in my mouth you warn me to be gentle. The last time I accidentally drug one of my teeth on your huge cock, you beat me senseless. I will never forget that day, and I am ever so careful to do it just how you taught me. Silently and without closing my eyes. I have to stare at you even when you pull my hair so hard that my eyes water. You need your blow jobs done your way, and I am your little fuckpig whore that makes sure they get done right.
Submissive Whore Gene Runs in the Family
As a submissive whore, I got curious about why I am the way I am. For as long as I can remember , I have been a beta. Never have wanted to be dominant. Never tried to fight a man with a strong will or a strong hand. I’ve never even been a filly that needed broken. I just always assumed I was born submissive, just like some folks are born gay. Recently, I discovered a big steamer trunk hidden in the attic that belonged to my mother. I had to break the lock to get it open, but what I found answered a bunch of questions. It appears that perhaps I inherited a submissive gene. That trunk was filled with BDSM equipment. Vintage restraints, nipple clamps, paddles and bondage gear. The best part discovery was a box of photos. Old black and whites of my mom. There were 100s of photos of her in various restraints and bondage positions. My favorite set was of her tied to a chair with mousetraps on her nipples.
I suspect my father was her master. He was my first master. Was it possible he owned us both and never let on to the other? Or had I replaced mommy as his subby bitch? Because I never had a clue my mommy was submissive. But, I was so turned on knowing that my submissive nature was inherited not learned. For me it is a mix of nature and nurture. I am sure I learned some submissive behavior from watching her with my daddy, even if unconsciously. I cleaned up my mom’s old equipment and called my son over. He likely inherited his dominant nature from my daddy, and my boss, who is his biological father. He just doesn’t know that. My son was more than happy to tie mommy to a chair, affix mousetraps to my nipples and whip me for hours. I got so wet imagining my gingered mommy getting treated like a fuck pig that I came in my panties. My son got so turned on knowing grandma was a pain slut too he fucked my ass while wrapping a pair of her pantyhose around my neck. If my mommy can see me from wherever she is, I hope she proud of her little whore.