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Training your own submissive whore

BDSM chatLet me give you some BDSM chat lessons on how to train that disobedient cunt in your own life. I was once like her. Lazy, inattentive to your needs, spending all of your money, and fucking around and partying while you work. Quit being a pussy and put your foot down…right on her throat. Act like a man for a change. Be the King of your house.

First of all, withhold money and cock. If she bitches, tie her up and spank that bare ass hard. Make a list of daily expectations and chores. If they are not complete when you get home, throw her in a cold shower and string her up by her wrists. Your cock will get raging hard when you do this a few times, but you must NOT fuck her. Cock is a privilege now. She must beg you to be allowed to suck it.

Remove the food from the house. Take her car away. You must break this worthless bitch so you can train her. My Master used the same method on me. She will cry and beg but just like me, she will submit. Don’t be afraid to bring out that new riding crop that you’ve been dying to apply to that pretty little ass.

Once you get these basics down, you’re ready for Part II. Call me and we can talk more about it. Soon your whore will be as obedient as me.

 

Assuming the position

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I’m an avid lover of submission, bondage, orgasm denial and control and just plain being experimented on. There really isn’t a whole lot that I haven’t done. Things that don’t do much for me are… vanilla (bored), romantic (too mushy), snuggling I don’t think so. I am your sub, your slave, here for any whim that comes to mind. My tits are sensitive; my ass is ready for use, and my pussy, my wet pussy is here for your every need. Now, all I need is a full-time Master. He wants to control me, use me, quell that inner need to bind and Dominate. Each time as I blog, I’d like to share my adventures and see where that leads you, in your mind was I used enough, was I denied long enough? How would you like to use me, Sir?

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Master Takes Out His Rage

Golden Showers Phone Sex

Master was upset with me, so I tried my best to diffuse the situation as best as I could. My attempts were in vain- I seemed to only make him more upset. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me across the floor and down to the basement. I tumbled down the stairs from his powerful kick. Landing like a rag doll at the foot of the stairs, I laid there, still dazed. When Master made it down, he picked me back up by the hair and forced me to kneel face down with my ass in the air. He secured the thick leather cuffs so that each wrist was attached to an ankle. With no slack in the restraints, I was stuck in this position.

Drawing his hand back, he spanked my bare ass with a powerful slap. My ass stung as my cheeks began to turn pink. Yelping with each strike, I endured the seemingly endless spanking until my ass was red hot and my nerve endings all screamed in agony. Jerking my head back, he came around and jammed his cock down my throat until he was about to blow his load. He then held my head in place so I couldn’t move around as his creamy jizz covered my face. Standing up, he lit up a cigarette, ashing it onto my ass as he let his stream of piss roll down my entire body. I’ll have to work harder not to make Master mad anymore.

Daddy’s Little Pissing Fuckdoll

Pissing phone sexSome of my first girlhood memories are those Pissing phone sex ones with Daddy. I guess Father’s Day is making me a bit nostalgic. I was lying back on my bed today, pounding my tight  slit with my dildo and reliving those moments with Daddy.

I was so young when Daddy walked in on me in the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet and he had to piss. I yelled at him to get out but he had his cock out already. He was drunk. “Guess I’ll just piss on you.” he muttered. “Dad.” I screamed.  His hot urine blasted all over my face and onto my shirt, soaking it.  I spread my legs wide and pointed to the toilet. “In here, Dad.” He grinned as he squirted yellow urine all over my little bald pussy.  “Ooooh, my little girlie sure has a pretty pussy. You’re making Daddy’s cock real hard.”

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He shoved his pissy cock right in my face, grabbing my hair.  I opened my mouth to yell and he shoved it down my throat. All I could do was suck it and try not to choke. He didn’t take long to blow a load all over his daughter’s face.

From my first taste of piss and cum that day, I was addicted.  Being Daddy’s pissing slut led to other things as he introduced me to the joys of butt fucking and being human toilet tissue. Come listen to my tales or re-enact the games that Dad and I loved to play.

Bondage and submission.

 

 

Bondage and Submission is This Whore’s Life

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is the name of the game with an old whore like me. Tie me up and use me. It is literally the name of the game with the men in my life. Master loves to tie me up. He is old, however, which means he is forgetful. He paid me a late night visit last night because he was in a mood. My master is married. I have been his whore for decades, so when he wants to do something outside of the office, it must be a hotel or my place. His wife is so clueless or she just turns a blind eye because he keeps her financially secure; just like he does me. He tied me to my bed. He didn’t fuck me, but seeing me tied up in a pink see through teddy got his dick harder than it has been in years. He started jacking his dick. He had done a Viagra and a line of coke. I was in trouble. He jacked off for an hour at least before he covered me in his old jizz. His shriveled up old cock was still hard, so he fucked my ass. Hard. He is almost 70 and he ravaged my ass like a college boy. My son came home unexpectedly. When he saw his bondage whore mommy all tied up, covered in cum and taking it in the ass, he wanted in on the fun. My master and my son tagged teamed me for what felt like all night. I woke up, still tied up. I was covered in cum with a sore ass. They were no where in sight. I couldn’t get off the bed without assistance. I tried, but ended up falling off the bed. The loud thud woke the men who were in the living room refueling for round two. Thus, is the life of a submissive whore.

Submissive Slut Enjoys the Party!

Submissive slutIt was party time, and I was one of the subs. There was rope play, and I was going to LOVE it. They had brought in plenty of rope, and I was in heaven! My arms were tied behind my back in several places, and my tits were bound up so tightly that the circulation was being cut off, but they were perfect fucking globes. My thighs were kept open by a spreader at the ankles, and everyone was free to walk by and do whatever they wanted to my body. Some walked by and smacked my tits, my ass, my belly, and even my cunt. Others brought the violet wand around and zapped me in different places. By the time the fucking actually started, I was so fucking wet, it was dripping out of me. The first person to reach me for fucking was a woman, and she was quite the hottie and a dominatrix. She doesn’t get on the floor for just anyone, so seeing this woman get down on her knees in front of me was breathtaking. She ran a finger lightly over my cunt from ass crack to clit, pulling off some of the juices that were dripping from me. Then, of all things, she put her face between my thighs, and drug her tongue over that same stretch. I groaned at how erotic it was to have this powerful, dominant woman on her knees and licking my cunt. She dipped her tongue up into me and pulled some of those juices out, making me even hotter. When she finally stood back up, I was horny as fuck, and I knew how privileged I was to get that treatment from her. She pulled me to a private room, and she dominated me for the rest of the night, and I could not have been happier!

Training the newbies

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“Harder.” I screamed. “Make it hurt.”  The belt landed solidly against my naked ass. I arched with the pain of my bondage phone sex whipping, feeling my pussy getting wet. Just a few more blows and I knew I’d be coming. You were new to this. You didn’t hit with nearly as much force as Master did. I knew that if I allowed you to go easy on me, that I’d pay for it later.  Trainees like you were not uncommon. In all of the years since I’d been abducted and forced into slavery, I’d seen so much young ones pass through these doors.

I began to taunt you, hoping that it would be just what you needed to really turn lose on me. I hissed ugly words between my clenched teeth. You didn’t even know how to insert a ball gag properly. “Faggot. Loser. Tiny dick.” I provoked you. Finally some emotion from you. I could see your jaw clench. Your cock was rising over the top of your leather pants. I knew you couldn’t take much more.

One more act of disobedience was all it took. You were on me like a wolf on fresh kill. You grabbed me by the throat, forcing your fuck stick down my gullet. I choked and you began to punch me as you pumped into my face. I could smell the stench of your sweaty balls as you fucked me. The bile rose in my throat but I swallowed it. You were just like the others. An evil controlling man whose penis was only hardened by abusing a helpless person.

You pulled out with the first throb of your cock. Slippery with my spit, you gripped it, jacking it. I bowed my head and waited for the shower of cum. Sluts like me were born for one reason. To take the abuse that other women refused and make it my talent. Knowing that I was dead forever to my family, what did it matter what happened to me now?

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex

Extreme fetish phone sexSuspended from the ceiling, I was staring at him through bleary eyes. He’d already clamped my nipples, and had me gagged. He was cracking that whip across my ass and thighs, digging it into me, lashing the skin til parts of it flayed open. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I am such a weak little bitch sometimes. Now, I had to accept the punishment. He set the whip down and picked up the riding crop. He started smacking that down across my tits, over and over again, welting them, making them bleed in places. The tears rolled out of my puffy eyes as I cried through that ball gag. The next 2 lashes from the crop smacked the nipple clamps so hard that they ripped their way off my nipples, pulling bits of skin with them. He told me, then, that what he did was for love, and that I needed to remember how loved I was. He kissed my cheek, and then left me to hang there and think about my actions for a bit.

Slave Training for the Workplace

Slave trainingThey walked into the office, and I knew I was in trouble. They were 2 of Master’s friends, and I knew well enough that when they came around, Master wasn’t going to be far behind. I thought about trying to get up and run, but I knew that would only make matters worse. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve punishment, but for Master to send them by my job, even so close to the end of the day, meant it was bad. They bound me to the chair I was seated in, and then proceeded to slowly cut my clothes off, shirt, then bra, then skirt. They left my panties whole, and I wondered if that was at Master’s bidding. When Master walked in, the scowl on his face told me I’d done fucked up. His crop was in his right hand, and I even noticed that it wasn’t his favorite crop – it was the well-worn, well-used crop that he liked to punish his slaves with. He didn’t just walk over to me, either. He walked to my boss’s office, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of them talking behind that door, they both walked out. The humiliation of my boss seeing me all but naked compounded the situation. Master explained that my boss had called the house and left a voicemail with a complaint about my forgetting something when I had left the day before. It was important, and I’d apologized to my boss when he’d approached me about it this morning. I sat there and looked directly at Master’s feet, knowing anything else was unacceptable. He took that crop and swung it, hitting me across the shoulders. He smacked each breast, the inside and outside of each thigh, and right across my tummy. I was welted everywhere. I knew I’d never do that again…

Erotic bondage stories with Caitlin

Erotic bondage storiesMaster had been pretty strict lately and been a lot more rough than usual, but I loved it. I loved being treated like nothing but a no good whore. More than anything, I love being Master’s little whore. He had me dress up like a slut, put a gag in my mouth and tied me up. I loved being tied up and feeling restricted, it made sex even hotter! Master was just staring at me standing there. Seeing me looking like a slut and all tied up was making him hard and I could see it peeking through his pants. Master forced me onto my knees and took my gag out so I could suck on his huge cock. He grabbed my hair and started forcing me down on him. Making me choke and puke on him a little, master liked it when I was a little nasty slut and puked on his dick then licked it all off. He told me to lay on the ground and got on top of me, my pussy was already so wet his cock just glided in and it felt so good. I loved feeling master balls deep inside of myself, his big cock was definitely my favorite. He kept thrusting and thrusting and I was moaning louder and louder and knew I was gonna cum. I asked master for permission and he said I’d been a good slut so it was allowed. As soon as those words came out my pussy started contracting around him. It was so tight and I felt him starting to cum, he worked his cock out and watched as his cum dripped out of me.