Have you ever wondered what a BDSM phone sex bratty play pet was? Well it is me. By definition. I loved to be bound up and made to walk around the house like you little pet to worship you and use at your every whim. So I don’t have a tail? Well that is an easy fix, take and anal plug and glue on the proper appendage and it shoves right into place! I am mans best friend for all of his needs. If you want to see me wiggle and squirm put me into some elbow bondage and frog leg ties. That way I will fit perfectly into my costume of your choosing. I love anal hooks too. Hook me in my ass and attach some hosiery. I will oink oink oink around the house like the dirty little fuck whore that I am. That is what I am, your little fuck whore. Use me and abuse me and put me into my kennel when I am a bad little slut. Punish every whole I have with your fuck rod. Give me your seamen when I am a good little play pet!
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BDSM Phone Sex: Who Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Stronger
A BDSM phone sex slut never knows what kind of trouble she may get into. I love to have my limits pushed. Extreme pain, extreme bondage, even torture. I never say no to a master and I never use safe words, even if given that option. There was on time, however, I wish I had used my safe word. I was much younger, several pounds leaner and not quite as good with pain as I am now. A master wanted to experiment with extreme bondage restraints. He literally had me hanging by the rafters of the ceiling.
First, he tied me with such thick rope that it left marks on my body. Cut off my circulation so my skin started turning purple. Second, he had my limbs folded like some collapsible piece of furniture. I was not double jointed, yet he forced my arms and legs into unnatural positions for extreme restraint, for his amusement. I broke a couple bones because I was forced to remain tied up and hanging from the ceiling for 24 hrs. The weight of my own body pulled on the restraints in such a way that the rope left gashes in my flesh in certain areas. I still have scars from that day.
After hanging from the ceiling in the worst pain of my life for 24 hours, Master decided to lower me to about 4 feet above the ground so he could fuck me. I smelled like urine because I had no bathroom access. I pissed myself more than once. Master sodomized my ass for hours. He even fisted both my cunt and ass. I didn’t even have enough energy to whimper from the pain and humiliation. Every part of my body hurt. I was broken and battered, bloodied and covered in piss and cum. When he cut me down, I hit the concrete floor with such force, I broke my nose too.
He just laughed. Called me his submissive whore, pissed on my face and left me there. It took me almost another day to crawl to my car to get home. How I got home is still a mystery to me. But, what I do remember is that I am such a good subby bitch, you can literally break me and I will not complain. A good subby slut always does as she is told. Always takes her punishment, no matter how severe. Who doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.
Just Like the First Time
Its the first time I have seen your face since you kidnapped me that night. My original clothes are back on me, even though I know you have already played out rape phone sex fantasies with me several times when I was blindfolded. Is it because you made me cum that you trust me enough to see you now? I let you see that dark part of me that liked being taken against my will? Or do you have darker more evil plans for me so it just doesn’t matter if I see you or not?
The thought sends chills through me as you grab my tit hard. This is exactly how it went the first time you took my body, except I was blindfolded. I was in the same position, same clothes, and I could even taste and feel that I had lipstick and makeup on. You had dressed me back up to take me all over again. But this time you wanted me to be able to see it. I watched in silence as your hands groped every part of my body. My nipples got pinched and you ran your fingers between my legs and up inside me.
I couldn’t help but be turned on. All the fear from that first night, feeling totally blind, came rushing back and my heart was pounding. I knew everything you were going to do before you did it. I knew what your cock would look like before I even saw it. I had felt it before. In my mouth and in my cunt and ass. Then there it was, ready to fuck my holes again. You recreated our first time, and while still terrified, at least this time I could see…
A Proper Submissive Whore Takes Her Punishment with a Smile
I am a 24/7 submissive whore. I don’t just play one on the phone. Ask my boss. For over 20 years I have been his private slave. You would think by now, I could anticipate his every desire, his every whim, but, I am still often caught off guard. I was instructed to show up to work this am in something sexy yet professional. I thought white thigh highs and pretty lacy white panties under a professional blouse and skirt would fit the bill. It always had in the past. But I did not wear the right amount of slutty for his taste and I was punished, as I should have been. I was lazy in my dress this morning and didn’t put proper thought into what might bring my Master the fullest satisfaction.
When he saw me sitting on my desk, with my legs spread, ready to please him however he desired, he smacked me across the face, yelling “Stupid worthless cunt.” I fell to my knees and kissed his feet apologizing a thousand times over how sorry I was. I begged for a second chance to please him, but he ripped my clothes off; flipped me over and force fucked my ass really hard while squeezing my wind pipe. All I could do was choke and wait for him to finish. It wasn’t enough for him. He dragged me by the hair with cum leaking out my ass and threw me on the stockade. Restrained me to the device then fucked me some more. After he dumped another load of cum inside me, he broke out the cat of nine tails and whipped me till my skin broke.
I went back to work, bleeding and battered because a good submissive slut accepts her punishment no matter how painful and continues to do what is expected of her. Tomorrow I will be more attentive to Master’s wants. I am grateful to have such a benevolent Master to give me a second chance to get it right.