Do you like bondage phone sex talk? I am a bondage slut. Have been since I was a young girl. Daddy would tie me up and leave me in the closet. Sometimes, he did this for hours. Once he left me for an entire day. Of course, he punished me for pissing my panties. I was a young girl. I couldn’t hold my bladder that long. Things are no better now that I am older either. Master was very displeased with me the other day. I fucked up at work. My punishment was severe, I thought. He stripped me naked and tied me up in pretty blue rope. Not for a few hours, but for a few days. No food. No water. No bathroom. In the past, he has simply forgotten about me. He is old and forgetful. Not this time. He knew what he was doing. After close to 48 hours, he sent my son to rescue me. My son, however, decided to take advantage of the situation. “Since you already smell like a toilet, Mom,” he seethed as he pulled out his cock and pissed in my face. My son takes after his father and grandfather. Both have such a mean streak when it comes to women. I was untied, but not until he was done force fucking my pissy pussy and shitty ass. He spit on me, kicked me in the belly and told me to clean myself up because I was a disgrace. Stupid whores like me deserve to be treated like human toilets, right?
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Bondage Phone Sex Slut
Bondage and Submission is This Whore’s Life
Bondage 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.
Training the newbies
“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?
Lost
It’s been 15 years since I was kidnapped. So many years of bondage phone sex that I’ve forgotten how to be normal. I was living the good life as the trophy wife of a local businessman. A mother of two young ones. A pillar of the community. My hubby had lured me into the cuckold life that he loved. Men were always coming and going. Looking back, I wonder if this was all planned. The day I was attacked, everyone was gone. A masked man dragged me into a van and my life changed forever.
My abductor was a cruel man. He broke me, starved me, and beat me senseless. I’ll never forget the day he brought home the newspaper where my husband had me declared dead. I lost the will to live that day. He owned me now. He knew where I was weak. My fiesty side was gone. I was dead inside. I was property, like a pet. I faced the life that he forced me to live.
Six months later, it all changed. He brought home another paper where my husband was marrying my best friend. That night, I begged him to kill me. And believe me, he tried. All of his angry lust spilled out as he inflicted every horror in his dungeon upon me. I lashed me, strung me up, violated me with every object. But I felt nothing inside. I was meat. Just a pretty plaything that he could share with his friends. And somewhere along the way, my pain turned to arousal. My pussy throbs with each blow, every kick, and every vile word. I am now a submissive whore. Chained, helpless, and born to serve my master. Use me as your cum dumpster, ashtray, or footstool. I know my place. I am nobody.
Sexy Bondage Whore Willingly Submits
I will submit to a true Master and be his own personal sexy bondage whore. Tie me up and beat me or tie me down and tease me, I am at your service Master. I will be your cum slut phone sex whore or the punching bag you require with all that aggression you have built up over the work week.
Let me be of service Master I promise to be a good submissive whore for you and all of your friends. I really loved the time this Master I had who was a biker abused and used me. He let all of his biker buddies take turns on fucking my gaping ass and cunt as they tied me up on the rack in the bar that held the pool cues. How would you restrain or train me?
Extreme Fetish Phone Sex
Suspended 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.















