In order to be a stupid submissive slut you’ve gotta stay fucked up. I mean, half my rape fantasies come from going to a party and getting to high or drunk…or both. That’s just asking to get taken advantage of…but that’s exactly what I want. I want to be so fucked up, coke left over on my nose, booze on my breath, barely able to function, all when I get what I want. What I want, what is that? I want to get fucked. I want to be all bound up and helpless like I belong. I want to be all fucking bound up and used. I want your friends to get their drugs of choice then use me all night and all day. I want the days and nights to blur together, my holes not once getting a break. I want to be sticky with cum and never able to beg for mercy because I always have a cock stuffed down my throat. I wanna be that stupid submissive party girl for you to do whatever in the world you want to…I probably won’t remember this anyway.
Tag: Bondage whore
Submissive Whore Needs Punished
I’m a submissive whore. I don’t want to be dominant. It feels unnatural to me. I believe a woman’s place is on her knees before her man serving him however he desires. That doesn’t mean I don’t have my own needs sometimes. I thought the house was mine, so I played with my pussy. I did not have permission from HIM to touch my worthless whore cunt. I knew I did not, however I had a really hot pain slut call last night that left me wanting to cum more. Sometimes I forget how good cumming feels. Some men love to make me cum through my pain; yet others, like HIM, deny me the pleasure of my own pain. When he found me on the bed with my hand in my pantyhose rubbing my clit, he took his belt off and whipped me. Not only did he whip my huge fake tits, he whipped my clit with the belt buckle. He whipped all the pleasure I felt away. My pussy was swollen, even bleeding. He dragged me to the stairs, slapped a ball gag in my mouth and tied me to the banister while he whipped me some more. He treated me like a lowly nigger slave. Flesh tore from my back. He told me as he inflicted pain on my dirty body, that I deserved far worse treatment. He made sure to tell me he was giving me mercy this time, but if he caught me playing with my worthless cunt again without permission, I would be a dead whore. You would think I would heed that warning. I will for awhile. I will until my wounds heal, but at my core I am a pain slut. I can never hurt myself as much as he can. As much as you can.
Hooked
Master has me hooked. No literally. Master has me hooked right by my tight asshole. He is always showering me with the latest bondage gadgets. He absolutely loves to try new forms of bondage and cannot get enough of my submission to him. This particular item we tried out most recently was a stainless steel hook that slipped into my asshole in which was also attached to a section of rope. A very short piece of rope to be exact that was fastened to either my arms or my head. We tried both points out. And anytime I would move. Just the slightest movement or squirm. Due to him over stimulating my very sensitive clit that hook that was latched into my ass would hook me even deeper and harder. The more I tried to hold still the more my body quivered and flinched causing my asshole to be hooked like a fish that had just been reeled in. I could tell Master was taking full pleasure in my pain. As that hook would ride deeper and deeper inside of me. His cock was standing tall and just dripping with precum. I thought surly he was going to cum without even having to touch himself. And he did. His cock just started spewing cum out of his dick hole as he had his eyes glued on my hooked ass hole. I see this being a favorite of Masters and plan on being his little fishy whore very often in the near future.
Bondage Whore Breast Torture
I’m such a bondage whore; sometimes I try to get into trouble so master will tie me up at work. I was purposefully late the other morning just so he would tie me to my chair. I was hoping for breast bondage. It is my favorite. I love it when a man wraps them up so tightly that look like torpedoes and start to change colors. I guess master is on to my games. He did tie me to my office chair for being late, however, he did not bind them like I hoped. Instead, I got nipple and breast torture. That I do not like. I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter and he was pissed that I put in for maternity leave. He beat, cut and drained my breasts of their milk. I was never able to breast feed her because he mutilated my nipples. My more recent torture was reminiscent of that time. He smacked my tits together. He used them like Muhammad Ali uses punching bags when training for a fight. I was crying from the pain. My fun bags are fake, so the more he punched me, the more the risk increased that he would bust a saline bag. He stabbed my nipples with a letter opener. He even stapled my nipples, piercing them to my areolas. I was bleeding. Battered and bruised, but master was just getting started. He is part of an old boys club. They smoke stogies and drink gin. He lit a big fat stogie until the embers were bright orange then burned my already bloody nipple. He put the smoke out with his gin. The pain was awful. So bad I pissed myself. Alcohol burns an open wound. The sting of the gin was almost as bad as the cigar burn. I was forced to work the rest of the day with bleeding and swollen breasts. Blood leaked through my bra onto my pink blouse. It just made master hard remembering how good he punished his worthless submissive whore.