I have become quite the good little helper. I got a new job at a talent scout agency and I have already started representing some young talent. My sick master put a task in my hand that I couldn’t turn down. I had to bring him a slut so he could have his way with her. I knew if I didn’t come through with his order I would suffer greatly. I set the thing up quickly. I brought over one of my clients. Tiffany was a cute spunky blonde down for anything to get roles. I told her she was going to be put through the ultimate test. Young dumb and naive. The idiot fell for it. My master got a bondage whore for the night and Tiffany spread her legs for opportunity. It wasn’t too hard of a task but it surely wasn’t my proudest moment either.
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Re-training a Submissive Whore
I love being a submissive whore. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have dated men who weren’t into the BDSM lifestyle, and it never worked out. I crave a strong dominant man like you. I met a new guy at a fetish club I frequent last week. We have not gone out on dates, but I did visit his dungeon s. He wanted me to see it the next day after we met because he knew he had all the equipment I could want. I knew he wanted to break a bitch, so I acted like I was not as submissive as I really am. When I saw his BDSM equipment, I played like I was only a bondage whore and his equipment was too much for me. I knew that would piss him off and it did. He smacked my face and called me a cock tease. His hands were around my throat tightly and he started to choke me. He wanted me to tell him that I was his willing slave and to hurt me any way he wanted. My plan backfired because he was far more abusive and aggressive than I thought. He tossed me against the wall. I bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed. It was like he was a shark attracted to the scent of fresh blood. He came in towards me as I was on the ground trying to get my bearings. He licked the blood from my lips and shoved a long pony tail dildo up my ass. He had a leather collar that said “cunt” that he made me wear. He kept me as his submissive sex slave for days. I didn’t realize I needed broke in again, but I guess I did. According to him, a bitch like me is not submissive if she thinks she can play games and cock tease. Perhaps he was right. Maybe I need more breaking in.
I woke up like this
I must have drunk too much at the bar last night. I woke up tied and used when I awoke. I panicked and started to scream. I had no idea where the fuck I was. I just wanted some familiarity. I didn’t know how long I was like this and who did this to me. When I started to scream, I realized the person who was getting closer to me. It was one of my old clients. I had noticed he had an obsession with me and I put a restraining order on him. He would show up at my job and harass me. I guess he was seeking revenge on me and my body of course. I spend the whole weekend being his subby slut. I had to be his cock worshiping cunt. I was there for all his pleasure and was suppose to take all the pain I was being subjected to and not make a single sound. It was torture and hell.
Bondage Whore Bernice
I want to be your bondage whore. Nothing gets me wetter than being tied up, helpless and at your mercy. I met Tony at a bondage club. We hooked up afterwards. He knew how to tie a strong knot. He bound my legs together and restrained my arms securely behind my back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even wiggle my hands out of the ropes. Sometimes guys don’t secure me properly and I can undue the ropes. I am double jointed in the left arm, which helps me get out of predicaments like this one. Tony knew my secret, so he secured me in away that my ability wouldn’t help me. I felt totally restrained. I just met him, so I had no clue what he could do. It was risky bringing a stranger back to my place. I have done it before and it has rarely gone well. One guy left me tied up for three days. Left me alone. No food. No water. No ability to get to the bathroom. My son and daughter found me when they came home from a three day weekend with their father. I told them a burglar got into the house, but I never believed that they bought my story. The same thing could have happened with Tony. It didn’t happen. Tony took his time with this submissive whore. He circled me like a hungry vulture deciding what he could do to me now that I couldn’t fight back. He spit in my face. He smacked my big tits. He sodomized my ass with a beer bottle. He pissed on me. He even took a huge dump between my tits, then pushed them together to smear the shit around. I was not expecting that. He came on my shit covered tits. I thought he was going to leave me there smelling and bound, but he untied me, so I could take a shower. It was a degrading evening. What would you do to me if you had a captive audience?
Submissive MILF Phone Sex
As a subby milf phone sex slut, a lot of younger men call me. Some have mommy issues, others just hate women. They are more misogynistic than dominant. Personally, I have always like men my age or older because they understand and respect the master servant relationship. Younger men just want to hurt me. It has less to do with me and more to do with their anger towards mommy or some other mature woman who wronged them. I wish younger guys understood the principles of a master and servant relationship. Not many old school masters around anymore. It seems to be a dying art form. My son is one such young man I can’t teach the old school ways. No safe words with him. No BDSM games or even bondage fun. He is only about humiliation and hardcore abuse. He came home pissed off at the world and took it out on me. He is just like his father. All hate and anger, no respect. You might wonder how a guy can respect an old submissive whore like myself, but a man of a certain age understands what I mean. My son has so much anger and aggression. He got a parking ticket and he acted like it was the worst thing to ever happen to him. When I tried to explain that it was not the end of the world, he punched me. Just slugged me in the gut so hard I puked and fell over. His response? Laughter and insults. He kicked me as I stood back up to get me back down on the floor, so he could use my face as a mop to clean up my mess. He used me as a punching bag and human toilet until he grew tired. Perhaps it is all I deserve.
















