I am a submissive whore. Born and raised. My daddy was my first master and I have had several since him. It seems like each master gets more violent and mean with me. Honestly, I didn’t think there was a meaner son of a bitch than daddy, but I was wrong. Master Kevin hates women. Some chick who looked like me did him wrong a decade ago, and he takes it out on me. He says it is therapy, but it feels like straight up abuse. The other night when he came over, he was prepared. He brought a bag of tricks that included whips and chains and a variety of restraints. He tied me up well too. Ball gag in my mouth, hands bound behind my back and my ankles bound so I couldn’t walk. He stripped me naked, restrained me and shoved me on the floor. He started kicking me. That wasn’t enough for him, so he pissed on me too. Pissed right in my eyes and my mouth. I was wriggling all over the place trying to break free when he shoved his fist up my cunt. He told me I was a worthless whore and didn’t deserve his dick. In my head, I was hating every moment of it but as he pointed out, I had a sloppy wet pussy and only a stupid whore gets wet being fisted and abused. I guess I am a stupid whore.
Tag: bondage and submission
Train slave camp
Bondage chat and bondage ways are what we are taught. We must know every single thing our domme wants of us and much more. We have to be the beauty and the brains, and we have to be subjected to all his kinks and interest. The moment we set foot in the dome, we are his forever. We can never leave and if we do it is by choice of his reasonings. We must show we are worthy and we need to give him all our bodies and be his fuck sluts. We have to put away our pride and become the subby slaves he needs and desires. We are here to rock his world and do nothing more than that. Our life is his from now on and forever.
Submissive Slut Went Overboard Part One
I went too far. My jealousy took over my submissive brain and I snapped. I want to say caught but that is not the correct word. I did not catch my Sir with another woman, I was forced to watch my Sir with another woman. Somehow Sir knew that was the one thing that would make me turn from a submissive little slut to a raging fucking psycho. Sir called me into his office, I had just got done cleaning the entire house for him. I knew I was in for a new submissive training with sir any day. I am always excited when Sir spends time to train me. When I walked into my Sirs office, he was standing behind his desk. He had clothes folded up neatly in his hand. He told me to get dressed and come back to his office once I was done. Once I got upstairs I saw the clothes I was holding was a maids costume. It was not the sexy kind that you have erotic roleplays in. This outfit looked like I was really going to be cleaning someone’s house that day. The costume also came with handcuffs and a note from Sir with instructions to put the handcuffs on me before returning. I did as Sir commanded. As soon as I walked back into Sir’s office I knew exactly why he had me put the handcuffs on before returning to him. While I was upstairs being a good Submissive slut to my sir, another Submissive Whore was entering his fucking office. She was just sitting there with a smirk on her face, staring at me. I was trying to hold my composure. Remain calm and remember everything my sir taught me. I kept my eyes on Sir, standing straight at attention, waiting for his next order. Then, instead of hearing the order from my Sir, this fucking whore stands up and tries to order me to sit down in the chair that is beside me. I looked at her with rage in my eyes, then I gave Sir a look that made him wonder where I just went. I was no longer the submissive fuck whore my sir knows me to be. Once that fucking piece of shit whore thought she was going to speak to me with authority, my Green-eyed monster took over, physically and mentally.
My Punishment Box
Do you know what a punishment box is? I have never seen one until yesterday. Let me tell you, it scares me and turns me on at the same time. My Sir told me this is his way of keeping me in line. He uses the punishment box when he feels it is needed. Inside the box are tiny pieces of paper with different punishments on them. Sir has three boxes ranging from Easy, mild and severe punishments. The third box is kept in sirs safe. If I misbehave or do something in a way my Sir does not approve of, Sir will blindfold me and have me choose a paper out of one of the boxes. Sir told me he has only had to use the third box one time with a sub girl. He told me what the punishment was, I guess it was so he could give me an idea of what kind of punishment the third box had inside. When he told me I knew the third box would make even the worst submissive slut act like a good little submissive bitch. He made her go to a place in our area where there is nothing but poor perverted men who will scope out a woman in minutes, take her, use her and abuse her in any way he wants. These men know who my Sir is and they wait for him to return with another one of his submissive sluts. Once they are done, they throw her bruised and used body in an alleyway and sir comes back a day later to pick her up. My sir does not play when it comes to making sure his woman submits to him.


















