A submissive whore is a good slut who knows her place is sent to the world to please her master. Whatever his desire I must fulfill. It reminds of when my master bought a taser. He tied me up naked and splashed water on me. He took the taser and tasted my tits. The shock went all through my body since I was wet it gave me a bigger shock. Every time he tased me, his cock grew in his pants. My pussy started getting wet knowing my master was really enjoying himself. He then took the taser and shocked my wet cunt. It sent the biggest shock up my body and into my cunt it made it squirt uncontrollably. Master really liked it so he shoved his cock in my mouth and started face fucking me hard. As he face fucked me, he shocked me with the taser. Watching as my cunt squirted all over due to the taser turned him on so much he started filling my mouth up with his cum and as a good submissive whore I drank every drop.
Category: Torture phone sex
Forced Gangbang Bukkake!
On my way home from work this week I was a victim of a forced gangbang in the parking garage! I was walking out to my car with a bag of dry cleaning when I suddenly felt a man behind me, I turned around expecting to see one person but Instead I saw a group of guys all wearing masks and hoodies. It was late so I knew no one would come by for hours, I got on my knees on the ground with my hands in the air hoping to avoid any violence. I was met with a hard slap across my face and a gag in my mouth, before I knew it my clothes were being ripped off me and cocks were being shoved in my face and in my hands. They all came at me forcing their dicks in any available hole that I had open, the used me like their submissive fuck slut leaving me drenched in their sticky cum.
Submissive Sex Slut
As you know, my greatest joy in life is being a submissive sex slave. I know for a fact that if I didn’t have my Master to guide me in every aspect of my life, I would just be the shell of a woman. I was lost in my life and then when I met Master, he really helped me see the ways that I could be most useful to the world. He said that men would love having a submissive whore like me who would do everything they wanted without ever even thinking about questioning things. I was immediately in.
He told me that if men were kept happy sexually, that the world would slowly start to become a better place. Men would be less angry, there would be less violence, and things would just be peaceful. I am honored to be the kind of subbie slut who can help keep the world happy. Do you have a fantasy that you need someone like me for? Just give me a call and I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Master can always tell when I’m lying, so he’ll know if I didn’t do a good job for my calls. Anything you wish is your desire.
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.

I “Escaped” A Traffick Jam

I had a young, tight pussy the first time I was sold to another man and fucked sensless. It was such an intense experience, I don’t know if any retelling will do it justice, but I’m going to try. Blindfolded, and tied down, I was sweating. The room was warm. I could see the glow of candles around the edges of my blinder. My naked body shivered every single time his breath caressed the inside of my thigh.
I was terrified, but I’d been told if I begged him not to hurt me, he’d hurt me real bad. My innocent pussy was pooling drool on the sheets below me. He laughed when he saw, letting the flogger kiss over my soft skin again. He beat me hard. I tried not to cry out; the ball gag in my mouth really helped with that. He mounted me then, without grace. I lost my virginity to a man who’s face I never even saw.
I’ll never forget the way his cock ripped into me, and the way I screamed against the red rubber ring in my mouth. He slapped me, hard. I wasn’t supposed to scream.
I couldn’t help myself. I was rescued from a trafficking ring, and I’ve tried living a “normal” life. All I’ve gotten is three rugrats, and three failed marriages to abusive fuck face men because all I can do is serve. The therapists I used to go see say I have Stockholm syndrome.



















