Submissive Sex is the Life of a Subby Whore!

My life seems full of submissive sex. I can’t remember the last time anyone made love to me. Like a mutual satisfying sexual experience. Most men don’t care if I cum or not because they see me is nothing more than a cum dumpster. I’m just here to take their jizz. But I’m used to that. However, that does not mean that I still don’t have needs. So, I often masturbate on calls even if you tell me not to. Sometimes I just can’t help myself.

This weekend, I thought I would just work. I did not have plans for anything else. But master had other plans for me. He took me out of town to a BDSM convention. I never realized such things occurred. I’ve never been to a BDSM convention. Apparently, they’ve been going on for decades. It’s not like the convention occurs in some big conference room at Las Vegas hotel or anything. These sorts of conventions tend to be underground. Not literally underground, but in a more private setting.

Master said I needed to wear a costume because the convention had a Halloween theme. We never attended a convention other than law conventions together. But he always wanted to go to one and bring his submissive whore with him. So, I put on a sexy spider costume and master went as an old-time pimp. He had a great 70s pimp daddy suit.

At first, I seemed very excited about this. I would meet other slaves. And hang out in a rich man’s lavish mansion. Plus, I got to spend a weekend in a different town with master. He told his wife he planned a golfing trip for the weekend. I don’t often get two days with him like this.

This Subby Whore Enjoys a Variety of BDSM Things

The host’s house seemed huge. According to my master, his home contains over 20 bedrooms and 30 bathrooms. I didn’t ask what the guy did for a living because I didn’t want to know. Masters and their servants each got their own room to spend the weekend. This seemed less like a convention and more like a slave orgy. No guest speakers. No vendors. Just other masters and their slaves.

The first night seemed like a lot of fun. Master and I tried out some new BDSM equipment. And we got to spend the night in bed fucking thanks to Viagra. He fucked me like he once did. And this kind of fucking, I needed. We didn’t necessarily make love because he slapped me a few times and choked me. But he did make me cum. He ate my pussy. He fingered my pussy. And he fucked my pussy and ass.

The next day, however, things became more wicked. The host insisted on a slave swap. Giving men a chance to fuck a different slave. Swinging, I guess, in the BDSM world. But every time I swap masters, I learn that my master treats me far better than any other master. And I got paired with master Alex. He thought I needed some slave training. He took me to one of the rooms and tied me to a saw a horse. And he broke out this massive sex machine. Honestly, I’ve never seen a dildo attachment that large before on one of those devices. I’m no stranger to them. But this one look like it could do some damage.

Every Time I am with Another Master, I Appreciate My Master More

The master the host paired me with can no longer fuck. He lost his balls to prostate cancer a few years ago, so no more erections for him. He gets his sexual gratification out of torturing mature women like me. But he turned that sex machine on to the highest speed right off the bat. My whole body convulsed as that sex machine ravaged my ass. It had a double-sided attachment so it could penetrate both my holes at once.

Although I did cum from the sex machine, it kept running after my orgasm. So, that ruined the orgasm. When somebody or something keeps fucking you after you’ve cum you become over sensitized and pleasure quickly turns to pain and discomfort. The more I wiggled and grimaced, the more turned on this master became. By the time it came to switch back to our true masters I looked like a hot fucking mess. And I felt like one too.

I pretty much crawled back into the arms of my master. And I let him know that I find him to be the best master on the planet. And that’s true. Because every guy he’s ever lent me out to destroys my holes. Master does not destroy his prized pony. Although I had fun this weekend being able to spend a lot of time in one big BDSM mansion with my master I’m glad to be back home. My pussy and ass need the rest.