As a Fuck toy, I don’t have choices in where I sleep at night.
One night I’ll be in someone’s bed getting my whore mouth fucked, the next I’ll be strapped to a concrete slab in some warehouse with the ropes wrapped so tight that I can feel my nipples going numb.
I can have any one of my wet holes filled with anything imaginable, and some unbelievable, at any given time, and it almost always hurts.
I rarely have a say in anything.
But the pain makes it all worth it, that rush when skin finally breaks and blood oozes, when flesh gets torn off of bone.
That’s how I end up spending the night with Him.
I showed up to his hotel room, he was traveling for work and lonely.
Lonely probably isn’t the right word, more like horny.
Happily married, well employed, a man content with his life, almost.
He had a secret, and I wouldn’t be in his hotel room if he didn’t need to fulfill that particular need.
He surprised me right away, he actually said hello to me, asked me how I was doing. He even took my coat off and asked if I needed anything, not the usual way that a Master would treat their property.
It made me uncomfortable, and he saw that right away. His personality shifted immediately as he glared at me and grabbed my hair, kissing me so hard that his teeth broke my bottom lip open.
I could feel my slit leak as he sucked my blood in his mouth and tore off my shirt and bra.
He shoved me to the floor and told me that he didn’t approve of the slutty way that I dressed, which confused me even more. I was wearing a thin halter top and a leather mini skirt so short that my ass cheeks hung out.
Don’t all Masters like slaves wearing as little clothing as possible?
He sat back on the bed and took off his belt, unzipping his pants to pull out a thick monster cock, rock solid and already leaking precum.
I wanted to suck that meat stick more than anything else in the world, but I may be a worthless whore but I’m not an idiot.
I sat on the floor until he gave me permission to crawl to him.
Once I got to his feet he dragged me over his lap and pulled off my skirt, then started cracking that belt over my entire ass, whipping it raw and bleeding until he moved on to my thighs, going all the way down to my knees.
I’m all drool and tears when he finally changes the belt for his bare hand, which is gently caressing my bloody bum. He makes me count out twenty very hard swats to my already abused ass before he is finally satisfied.
Then he flips me over and does the one thing that I was not expecting.
He holds me in his arms, firm cock pressing into my crack, and he tells me that he doesn’t like for his toys to show other men what belongs to him.
He strokes my hair and tells me what a good little slave I have been, then he tells me I can call him Paul.
I have had a lot of Masters, but only one of them lets me call him Paul.
The rest of the night was a gentle bliss filled blur.
Tag: bondage phone sex
Bondage Phone Sex with a Pig
Bondage phone sex is one of my specialties. I love being bound and gagged like a pig. It makes me feel so vulnerable. If I am restrained with a ball gag, you can do anything you want to me. I cannot resist you nor can I scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. This weekend I hooked up with a guy I met at a bondage club. In the club he respected my boundaries and safe words. He was a different breed at my house. He got verbally abusive calling me a fat fucking pig. In fact, he made me oink like a pig for hours. As if that was not humiliating enough, he emptied my garbage can on to the floor. He forced me to gobble up all the spoiled and moldy leftover food from Thanksgiving. I even had to lick up old coffee grounds and dog food.
My arms were restrained behind me so he could pull the rope to control me. One wrong pull and my arms would snap in two. He had a whip that he used with pleasure if I hesitated to lick anything off the floor. “Be a good submissive whore and clean up your mess,” he would scream at me repeatedly. I devoured so much garbage I felt sick. Like a junk yard dog that ate too much. Once all the garbage was eaten off the floor by me, even the plastic and paper, he pissed down my throat. Held my nose tight forcing me to swallow his salty piss water. I thought when I brought him home, I was in for some sensual bondage, maybe some spanking and a little S & M. It was total degradation. I was his worthless pig. Not even a fuck pig. He said I was not good enough for his cock, only his piss, shit and laughter.
He left me tied up, covered in piss and in need of a stomach pump. How would you leave me?
My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
I was excited, he had me bound arms apart and above my head, and he was making me suck his cock. He made me beg for it, and when I wasn’t loud enough he smacked me hard, telling me there was more pain if I wanted to be a stupid whore and not speak up. I took it all, my pussy dripping with anticipation – I love an angry man, who knows he can do whatever he wants to me and hits me the moment he doesn’t get his way. I love the thrill, the pain and the punishment. It wasn’t long before he was ready to inflict more pain. He kept me on my knees making sure I told him that I am a slut who belongs on my knees at all times. This is when he took out his whip, and made me count out loud every single lash, as he forced me to beg for more. And that isn’t even the start of my newest rape phone sex fantasies session…mmm.
Bondage Phone Sex: All Tied Up
Do you like bondage phone sex? I love being restrained and gagged. I was at a bondage club with some girlfriends the other night and I picked up this college boy. I love younger men, especially alpha ones. He was over 6 foot tall, big and burly. And, if he was at the club, he was a dominant man. I was bold. Invited him back to my place to pretty much do whatever he wanted to me. Being that tall, I knew he had to have a huge cock to shred my fuck holes. As soon as we entered my place, he went into alpha mode. Slammed me against the wall in a choke hold. Instructed me to listen to his every command. He made me call him Daddy. I tried not to laugh. Seemed odd calling a man younger than my oldest son, Daddy. But, I am a good submissive whore so I do what I am told. I fell to my knees to worship his cock. As he was skull fucking me, he pissed down my throat. His cock was every inch as big as I thought it would be. My throat was raw from the size of his shaft so his piss burned my esophagus. I started to choke and gag. I was about to puke up his piss when he grabbed my nose, and shoved his cock further down my throat, forcing me to swallow my own vomit. I was not expecting him to be quite that aggressive at his age. He said I reminded him of his whore mother as he spun me around, pinned my arms behind my back and beat my ass with his cock. He left me on the floor in fetal position. Cum running out my ass. I started to get up in an attempt to clean myself up when he tied me up, marked me with his piss and walked out the door. I was left bound, covered in his urine and cum for my son to discover. I guess he had some unresolved mommy issues.
Thank You
Thank You so much for treating me like the gutter trash that I am Sir. I know I am useless, worthless and nothing without You. I am only here because You allow it. I know You are free to find another woman who is more worthy of Your generous cock. I am in awe of it’s magnificence, and take honor in receiving it’s Golden Blessing.
There are days where You are kind enough to shower me over and over again. Reminding me that I am Your urinal. I take every gift from Your body without hesitation. I take it to mean that You are anointing me. Saying to Others that I am solely Yours to do with whatever You desire.
I beg for it, I need it, and I crave it. Every single drop of piss is welcomed. You Baptize Your slut in it as much as possible. The saltiness of it, the pungent smells permeate the air around me. Fore I am not allowed to change nor wash away Your Blessing. It bothers me not. I know many a women who would find this disgusting. I do not, because it is what I deserve and You desire. 

















