The only thing that truly makes me orgasm the hardest is when I am tied down to a bed completely, with a man at my side to ravage me and turn me into his dirty little Submissive Whore. I crave the feeling of a mans hands roaming all over my body and having his way with me while my arms are bound behind my back with a tight ball gag wrapped around my head to muffle my cries and moans. The rougher you are, the better and quicker I can cum. As your submissive little bondage slut I will never disobey anything you want me to do. Your every wish and desire is my command. I can’t orgasm until you tell me to because I’m your sexy little sex slave. You can be as rough as you want with my sexy little body because there are no limits between you and I. Every hole on my body is at your disposal master. You can fuck my tight little asshole and then cum all over my chest and face and I’ll beg for it like the good little subby fuck whore that I am. Because I’m the best Subby slut that you’ve ever had.
Tag: bondage and submission
Submissive Whore Piece of Shit
This submissive whore needs a new master. My current long term master tied me up at the desk yesterday for shits and giggles then had an Alzheimer’s moment. He went home and forgot about me tied to my desk. The cleaning crew found me. I was bound and gagged to my office chair. I had pissed myself because by the time they arrived, I had been tied to that chair for almost 6 hours. I pleaded with the guys to let me go, but they saw opportunity knocking on their front door. Three black janitors stood around me like vultures plotting where to begin. I was mumbling, “please don’t,” but they didn’t care. They unzipped their pants and I almost fainted. Those were some huge cocks. Monster cocks that I was pretty sure would permanently damage my fuck holes. I have been whored out before, but not that often and certainly not to black men with anacondas for cocks. One of the guys removed my ball gag and replaced it with his cock. I felt like I was going to puke on his cock because it was so big. After a few hard thrusts, I did puke. They laughed at me, called me names and dick slapped me. It was humiliating to be owned by janitors. At least my master, as old as he may be, is a well respected lawyer. Three black blue collar workers pissed in my face before gang banging me against my will. Seriously, those monster cocks ravaged my fuck holes. They went so deep in my ass their cocks got muddy. Of course they forced their shit covered dicks down my throat making me puke some more. As they forced me to lick up the puke, they joked that I was just white trash no one cared about. Perhaps, they were right….
Field trip
We arrive, and per my specific instructions I exit the back seat, step to the back of the vehicle, and kneel my bare knees in the gravel. He gathers what he wants, and comes to attach my leash. He walks me like his pet to the main building.
He leads me to a corner with a small woolen blanket on the cement. Some meal is brought to me by another slave in a small metal bowl. I remembered my lesson and I sat motionless, awaiting permission to eat what was before me.
After this, he leads me out to the field. There were wonderful set ups for binding, suspending, stretching, and yoking. Hoses and wires and ropes were hung neatly everywhere, next to displays of whips, chains, sharp implements, baseball bats, and hundreds of other random objects for insertion.
He tied me up to a PVC frame, and began connecting a hose, and gathering a bucket.
“We’re going to make yo good and clean today, whore.” he stated.
He filled my pussy and my ass with hoses, fastening them on. He turned them on slow, so they steadily filled my body with freezing cold water that began oozing out from my cunt and asshole. Filling the bucket from the spring tap, he threw bucketful after bucketful of icy cold mountain water all over my body. My skin was bright pink and red, stinging hard from the cold water and air. But I was a good slut, I didn’t squeak or squirm.
Master then walked around me, grabbing the hoses and working them further and further into me, releasing bursts of water from both my love holes, till it felt I would burst. My ass and cunt began gripping and spasming, I struggled to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overpower me.
Once he was satisfied with my cleanliness, he removed the hoses, stepped to my face and said “you did well, pet. You may have your reward.” And placed his beautiful cock before my face. “You may cum with me.
He is so very good to me, I wish he was my forever master. Maybe you’ll be here somewhere, and will want to adopt me?
The Future is Bleak for This Bondage Whore
The world for a bondage whore is much different today than it was a few decades ago. My current master is aging out for our bondage games. I feel like a relic in the modern fetish world searching for a new full time master. I got into phone sex to test the waters; get an idea of what the future holds for me. This bondage whore has a bleak future. My current master has supported me financially for decades now. Our bondage games have always been shrouded in respect too. Safe words always honored; my limits respected. I started a FetLife profile so I could meet men looking for a bondage whore in hopes that I may find a new master much like my current one. I have decide that I have to give up on this notion that things can be the way they were in the past. I’m never going to find a benevolent master like I have now. He has spoiled me. He is the only full time master I have ever known. Every man I have met in the past several months who claimed to be into bondage and submission games lied to me. All they want to do is abuse and degrade me with no cloak of safety or respect. Since I am a true, old school submissive, I have no choice but to submit even when my code words are not honored. Ted was a man I thought might be into bondage as much as my current master, until he tied me up on his couch and left me there for two days. When he came back he found that I had pissed and shit on his couch, which he didn’t like. I was released, but forced to lick up his couch while he fucked my ass and called me names. Ultimate degradation. I didn’t fight too much; actually not at all because this submissive whore needs to except the current world order. I have no control or power in our BDSM relationship.
Whore’s punishment
“Tell me you like it, whore!” He demanded, as the quirt raised another welt across my breasts. I gritted my teeth against the cry wanting to escape. “I like it, master!”
My pussy quivered at how helpless I felt, completely unable to move, utterly at his mercy.
His expression showed no reaction to my words. He slowly stalked around me. Eyeing his prey. He grabbed a handful of my hair, snapping my head back and my body forward. I gasped as master slipped the tip of his rock hard cock into my gaping asshole. “You know better than to make a sound when I don’t tell you to, slut!” He whispered into my right ear. Master slammed his dick into my tiny, tight hole over and over again, until he filled me up with a massive load of his cum.
“You didn’t deserve that treat, did you, my little cum rag? My little submissive whore?” I’m gasping too hard to speak, my lungs trying madly to keep up with my heart. I feel hot cum dripping from my gaping, destroyed asshole.
“You don’t deserve this, either. But, you know I’m a kind master, don’t you?”
The doorknob moves, and the heavy metal door creaks open.
Who are you? What are you going to do with me? Are you my new master?
I can’t wait to find out!
















