Sometimes a woman just craves some bare bottom spankings. Since my long term master retired and released me, I have been looking for another job. I am 40, so I still have many more years I can work. I don’t need to work because my master set me up with a nice 401K plan. I want to work. I want a new master. I may have found one today. I had a secretary interview. It was not a typical interview. I met this guy at a fetish club. He was looking for a playmate at work and I was looking for a master. I know he loves to spank women, so when he mentioned the job opportunity, I jumped at the chance for an interview. Turns out he doesn’t need a secretary at all. He just wants an office slave. He bent me over his desk and fucked my ass for hours. He made me show him my cock worshiping skills too. He fucked my ass and my mouth before he brought out the BDSM equipment. He wanted to know I could handle the basics first. He has a BDSM closet. I had never seen anything like it before and it made my pussy super wet. He told me he could smell my excitement. Yes, I was that wet. I crave a strong man who can abuse me daily. He hung me from the beam in his pleasure closet and whipped me with various objects. He flogged my ass and put nipple clamps on me too. He said I had the perfect whore body to abuse. He liked that I had some meat on my bones. He had a few more interviews for the position left, but I am hopeful I will get the job. I know I am not as young or as pretty as some girls, but no man will find a better trained submissive whore than me.
Tag: BDSM phone sex
Submissive Whore Torture
Sometimes I swear this submissive whore has a death wish. I keep getting myself into dangerous situations. I went to a guy’s house who I met in an online BDSM chat room this week. I know I am not supposed to trust strangers. I know you can never know some one you meet on the Internet, but I was craving abuse. I need constant attention from men. Even negative attention is attention. I showed up at the address he gave me. Everything seemed fine initially, but then I drank a glass of wine and woke up naked tied to this old fashioned rack in his basement. We were not alone. He had a group of men there, apparently who paid to do what they wanted to the stupid whore who showed up at a stranger’s house. I feared I might not survive the encounter. I did, but I didn’t return home unscathed. Every male there got to do something to me. Some explored their rape phone sex fantasies, others went the torture and pain route. I was blindfolded, so I could only see shadows and hear men talking about what they wanted to do to me. As I laid there tied to the rack fearing I might be ripped in half, they joked about what they could do to me. They joked about tearing my limbs off and gangbanging my stump. They didn’t kill me, however there were times I wished I was dead. They whipped me with leather belts. They jacked off on me. They force fucked me. They pulled my limbs until I cried from the pain. They pissed on me. They flicked the ashes of their cigarettes on me too. I was let go, but I was informed if I called the cops or blasted them on social media, I would end up dead. Somehow, I knew it was true. I just feel lucky to be a live to tell about it.
Women’s Equality Day with a submissive slut
My master grew so angry with me when he saw what I had in my purse. We have meet up sessions, and he like’s to review my belongings. My master goes thru my phone and my purse and everything I have on. It’s a way he get some power. He likes to feel like he can control me and has a toll on me. This past Monday he was livid that I had a Women’s Equality Day flyer and his face turned beet red. I didn’t know a flyer would end up pissing him off and make him so hostile. I was going to learn my lesson he said to himself.
He made a quick call, and within minutes someone showed up to our meeting. Mona was her name she was a blond in her late twenties. She had on a leather outfit and was an associate of my master.
It was time I learned that woman aren’t equal. I knew that was true. Master wanted me to be reassured. My master sat back and relaxed and watched as Mona took over. Mona was like a warden. Mona was tall, and she meant business. I was told to strip and spread. I was intimidated, so I didn’t put two and two together. I was in shock, and I kept asking for her to repeat her demands. Mona made sure I stay in line and didn’t make her job harder than what it needed to be, I was going to be a submissive slut to her whether I liked it our not. I stripped and spread my ass and twat. I got twenty strikes, and Mona fucked me till I was yelling bloody murder. I learned my lesson women will never be equal its mans world and women are to serve and be used.



















