I am a bondage whore. I love to be tied up. Sometimes my boss ties me up at work yet expects me to do my job still. That is hard to do considering I am a legal secretary. I must type up legal briefs and various communication documents. Master was in a foul mood yesterday morning. He had a big deposition and a lot was at stake for his client. His key witness was shaky at best. The first thing that went wrong, I got the blame even though I had no control over the witness being late. After the deposition, my boss tied me to my office chair. He stripped my shirt off exposing my breasts. He slapped my face a few times; he even bound my wrists and ankles to the chair. He told me if I didn’t continue to type up the legal documents, he would whip me. Bare bottom spankings I can handle. When he whips me, he tears the flesh from my back. I managed to scoop a pen in my mouth and started typing. One peck at a time, I typed up his briefs. I didn’t do it fast enough and I made mistakes typing with a pen in my mouth. Master was angered at my lack of coordination. He demands perfection, and I failed. I suffered for it too. He yanked me out of the chair. He tied me to a rack he keeps in a spare office. With his leather belt he whipped my back until I was crying and bleeding. I begged for forgiveness. I knew I had not really done anything so bad to deserve this. I was just his scapegoat. That is part of the job of being a submissive whore. If your master wants to beat you, fuck you, whip you, you let him.
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My nipples were swollen and purple, so very tender and sensitive. My wrists, burned like they are on fire. Many body parts are numb, some are black and blue with bruises, and some parts have fresh and dried blood. I have been starved, only given cum to drink and am extremely malnourished. Nipple clamps are on, matched with clamps on my pussy lips too. There’s a big butt plug buried into my tender ass, and now I wait for him to come and do as he pleases. He has taken the ball gag out and I have been begging for mercy for a while now, but he shows none at all. I hear him coming and my body starts to ache and quiver even more. What will he have in store for me? When I see him I know I am in trouble, he’s got his cane and whips but there’s something else he’s hiding from me. He begins his usual torture whipping my tits and caning my cunt, while I count them out and scream in pure agony. At last, he reveals what he has brought to me this time, a branding for me that will sear my skin and forever mark me as a whore, owned, nothing I can do about it. I try to negotiate with him, ask for anything but this but he’s got his mind made up. I see him heating it, it’s glowing red hot and I’m terrified wondering where he might choose to mark his territory.
MILF Phone Sex Sluts Make the Best Subs
MILF phone sex sluts make the best submissives. That is what all my masters have told me in the past. Young girls think the world is theirs for the taking. They think they are princesses. Now, the submissive ones usually are just playing a role because they are looking to snag a Christian Gray or they want money and gifts in exchange for being whipped or bound. I know I am not worthy of being pampered or spoiled. I am here to serve men. That means rough fucking, hardcore anal, BDSM games, bukkake parties, gang bangs and even water sports. Coeds complain more. They have rules and limits. They do not understand what being a lifestyle submissive whore means or entails. I live to please my masters. I may not be enthusiastic about what he is doing to me, but I don’t complain. I don’t interject. I don’t negotiate something different, something less degrading. I just take it and do my best not to cry. Old bitches like me may have more miles on us, but we have less fight in us. That is because we know our place. On our knees in front of our masers asking how we can serve you today, sir.

















