Master always calls me early in the morning to tell me I’m a fat pig, his good little piggy. He isn’t wrong, but we both know he love making my chubby ass cry. He puts me in panties that are too small, and then makes me hurt my tits and nipples until my slutty subby pussy gets wet. Then, Master makes me rub my little panties into my wetness until they’re damn near soaked. He loves when I get so wet for him, especially when it’s because I am addicted to pain.
Master will often make me piss my panties, and have me taste that sopping wet goodness. He says it’s good manners for a slave to do as their told, and I would never go against what Master thinks is best.
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Submissive Phone Sex or Snuff?
Submissive phone sex is what I do best. I was brought into this world to be a whore and I will go out of this world as a whore. I had a close call this week. I thought I might have been leaving this world sooner than expected. I hooked up with a much younger master. Turns out he was not into BDSM as much as snuff. His fantasy was always to kill a mature woman. If I had known that I never would have met with the guy. We had agreed to some rape fantasy play and bondage. He tied me up and fucked me, but then he went off script and started kicking me and slapping me. He was calling me by a different name. I could only assume he was in some deep trance and thought I was the mother who fucked him up. He had such rage in his eyes and in his voice. I was scared. So scared, I pissed myself. I thought he was going to kill me. As I was tied up, he told me he wanted to kill his mother. I thought it was a joke, but once he started kicking me and beating me, I realized I might die. I tried to reason with him saying that Tinder would investigate and be able to match him as likely the last person who saw me alive. Reason was not working with him. I struggled to get free; he knew what he was doing when he tied those knots. The only reason I am alive is because my daughter came home early from school and kicked his ass. She is a tough little shit. She went psycho on him, and he fled the house. She then laughed at me and told me she should leave me tied up and bleeding for being such a stupid submissive slut. Maybe she is right. Maybe I deserved to die. What do you think?
Bondage Whore Bernice
Being a bondage whore can be dangerous. Master ties me up with care. He does not hurt me either, at least not much. It is about submission and control with us. When I go to fetish clubs, however, it can be a much different dynamic. I am a glutton for punishment. I like to go to BDSM clubs now that most are back open. Men have been out of the game for over a year. Me too, but I have less pent up anger and steam to blow off. That makes me vulnerable, but I like the not knowing. I like being in danger. This BDSM club I frequent is undergrounds. They stay off the radar because they do not follow the letter of the law. They allow the exchange of bodily fluids. They do not screen their clients either. One of these days I may be injured so badly, I end up hospitalized or worse. I was lucky I got out of the club last night on my own two feet. As a single woman in the club, I was matched up with a single man. Most clubs do not allow single males in because many are just misogynistic bullies. The one I went into a room with was just that. He did tie me up, but it was clear he had no clue what he was doing. He had no experience with bondage. When I questioned his skills, he punched me in the face. Master would never punch me. When I fell to the ground, he kicked me calling me names. He clearly hated women and was not interested in a master slave relationship. He just wanted a submissive whore to abuse. He kicked me, spit on me, and fucked me against my will. Master does not mind that I go to these clubs. He just does not want another man cumming inside his property. I had no choice. This angry stranger took total control of me. I have a broken nose and a bunch of bruises. I had to lie to master that I fell down some stairs or he would have hurt me worse.