Master loves his little submissive whore. I adore my Master and how he loves to give me a filthy ass fucking. I get dressed in little girl panties and an innocent sweet tank t-shirt and await my orders. I am always on my knees for Master. Don’t all Master’s like their whores on their knees? I am a good subby slut that loves a good ass fucking. It’s the best time for me to have that daddy dick slide under my little girl panties as I play the good daughter for daddy. Good girls take their daddy’s dicks. I am a good girl and sometimes require the bondage and submission sessions with daddy to keep me in line. All girls should submit to their daddies, brothers, uncles, grandpas and cousins. It’s only proper to get the discipline at the cocks of the men in their family. I am a good girl and always willing to do whatever daddy requires of me. Most of my Master’s require that I call them daddy. That is very appropriate for me since I am a submissive incest whore. I only hope I get the chance to be your slave. I promise to be a good ass licker, cock sucker and anal sex whore.
Tag: bondage and submission
Door To Door Submissive Whore
I’ve opened my very own door to door submissive whore service, and that’s why I’m the best little slut that’s ever existed. I spend my days serving Masters and men all over the city. From sun up to sun down, I’m sucking cocks and taking loads. I’m the perfect little anal bitch, the most wonderful toilet slave. I’ll open my lips and drink your piss, or cover myself in your nasty shit. I live to please beyond all other things. Any fucked up fetish you have, I’ll explore with you. May I worship your feet, Master? May I lick at your soles, and suck on your toes? Would you prefer you stretch out my asshole, and shove any object of your choosing into my tight little shit box? I’ll beg you for it, any sadistic pain you’d care to inflict upon me. I’m your whipping post, your punching bag. I go home every night, satisfied that I’ve lived as the submissive slut that I am. I’ve served, and sucked, and fucked. My body is covered in bruises and lacerations when I bathe every evening, and that only makes my cunt drip more than Niagara Falls. If you need to let off some steam, I’m the submissive cunt for you. I’m ready, and willing. I’ll be your little slave girl, just open the door.
Home Invasion Masturbation

He stood in the doorway to my bedroom. I wasn’t sure how he had gotten into my house, but his cock was out and he was furiously stroking it. I sat motionless on the bed, my vibrator still half inserted into my dripping cunt. “I’ve been watching you, through the window.” He growled, approaching the bed and climbing in. He never touched me, but perched precariously on the edge masturbating. “Keep going.” He commanded, and I did.
I slipped that buzzing joy toy in and out of my slippery pussy, rubbing and flicking my sweet little clit. My eyes never left his. We stared at each other, mutually masturbating. He had a mask on, but I knew those icy blue eyes seemed so familiar. His cock was huge, and thick, and he was working that monster like an expert snake charmer. He was dripping pre cum, being sure not to get any of it on my sheets.
I was getting close to cumming, and I could tell it was going to be a big one. I was going to squirt during a home invasion while the intruder stared me in the eyes, jacking off his cock! It hit me, and I squirted all over. Convulsing, my eyes closed just for a moment. When I opened them, exhausted and soaked in my own cum, he was gone. There was no trace of him, except for an open window and a draft.
Bondage me up
We went out to the club last night and were treated to some sexy bondage. The women wandering around were all in various stages of being tied up or cuffed. We were served our drinks by a woman with her breasts bound. Saw a few others with hands bound either in front or behind. Some even had a leg bound up and they were hopping around. Just before midnight a spotlight came on above the dance floor and a hook lowered from the ceiling. A couple stepped into the light and I could see that the woman was the one who had served our drinks. Her master was there with her and he was deftly tying the rest of her up. He then attached her ropes to the hook and it rose so that she was just off the floor. As she swung slightly above ground he began to use her like a punching bag. He hit her in the face, stomach, breasts and thighs. He then grabbed a flogger and started hitting the rest of her with that. Her back was turning black and blue and one of her eyes had swollen shut but every time she was hit she would yelp and moan a bit. At the end of the show another spotlight came on and it was centered on her pussy so that we could all see how turned on she was. It was dripping and glistening in the light. Master whispered in my ear that it was time to go and when we got home he fucked me harder than ever before. I can’t wait to go back!
Bondage Phone Sex for Life
I got into this sort of work because I love bondage phone sex. Men have been tying me up since I was a schoolgirl. When I was a young girl, I hated it. I was scared. My father would tie me up all day while he was at work because he feared I would run away. Eventually, I did. But I ran right into the arms of a man who liked BDSM games too. I met my master at a bondage club in NYC that my husband took me too. My master was in his 40s then. I was 19, I think. I loved being tied up by men I knew would not harm me or leave me to die. My current master was not fond of the way my husband treated me because as he said it, my husband was not a true dome. He was just a misogynistic asshole. A couple years later, I would cross paths with my master again in an underground NYC club. The second encounter changed my world. I am still a bondage whore, but now I live in California and I have a job and a salary. I am owned and I am taken care of well. I still get tied up and left in precarious situations, however. Master misses tying me up as his bondage secretary. Coronavirus has halted our fun, but he hired a guy to break into my place last night and tie me up. It was filmed too. I had no clue this was staged, and that I was not going to die. My reactions were real. My fear was real too. The hired hand dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming and bond me in the living room. I assumed for his rape phone sex fantasies, but after being left for 6 hours chained up, my master’s voice came across the answering machine telling me I was just punished for being a dirty slut. I loved every minute of every. Every 10 hours of it that I was bound up for master’s amusement made me wet.
Who wants to chat?
I have always been open about my bondage habits and so I get a lot of people interested in bondage chat. Many are curious as to what extremes I will go to, some want to know the pain levels involved and my least favorites are the ones who want to tell me that I am a whore and that sex and bondage are wrong. The chats that I enjoy the most however are the ones who are interested in getting their partner involved ad what they need to do. I usually recommend so research online and a simple under the mattress bondage kit that you can buy at any local adult store. I do explain that this is not everyone’s cup of tea and to not be upset if their partner is not into it. I also recommend that they try the bondage themselves so that they also have an understanding of how it feels and the loss of control. I also recommend videos to watch together and if they want to go further then to try classes and seminars put on by the local kink groups to help with their levels of experience. Most are very thankful and will be more open-minded to trying new things with their partners. I am really glad that I can help these people feel more at ease and to help the kink community grow.



















