Submissive sex whore. Pain slut. Fuck slave. Cock sucker. Bondage slut. Whore. Bitch. Bernice. These are all names I answer to. My father raised me in a more traditional way. After my mother left us for another man, daddy raised me to be the woman of the house. I took care of his needs more like a wife than a daughter. He instilled in me that women take care of men.
This sort of thinking feels archaic nowadays. But I still adhere to the principal that women walk in the shadow of men. We exist to take care of them. Girls nowadays do not understand why I would put a man’s life above my own. My daughter does not understand my lifestyle. But she is part of that generation who thinks a woman has her own autonomy outside of a man.
Men should never come home to an empty house. If I married my master, I would never leave the house. He would come home to a clean house, a warm meal and a willing pussy. As a submissive whore, I would have a beer ready for him and his slippers too. But alas, my master is married. So, I take care of his every need at work. And Friday morning, his needs appeared to be my ass.
A Woman is Here to Serve Men
My master feels extra stressed lately. Tax season creates a lot of legal paperwork when you manage estates and wills. We have worked nonstop for the past few days. But master knows he can take his frustration out on me. My pussy and ass belong to him. And they are both great stress releasers. In the office is treasure chest with a wide array of objects he can use on my ass ranging from wire coat hangers to his old fraternity paddle. When he feels frustrated or angry, I think it is a privilege to offer up my holes.
However, I can handle bare bottom spankings with any object. This day he spanked my ass raw with his fraternity paddle. Although my ass hurt like hell, he felt so much better afterwards. So, that made me feel good. And when a man is happy, I am happy because I know I did all I could to make him feel better. How can I make you feel better, sir?