I am not sure why my master would want to txt me instead of hear my whimpers and whines, my pleading and pleasure of pain. But we both know it’s not my place to question that. We both know that what my job is to shutup and do what I am told. That is why I am sweetsubmissivesookie. The one you can txt or call for the same cheap phone sex prices. The one you can push in the dirt and beat senseless. The one that you can make be your little submissive whore. Shove my face in the dirt and your cock in my ass and make me take it. Make me take your piss in my mouth too, you know I am nothing but a toilet whore. A stupid little toilet whore who begs and yearns to be that piece of shit whore for you. If it’s not a texting session, then make it a call, please. I beg for you to listen to me whimper and cry and whine for mercy as you degrade me even more.
Tag: Bondage whore
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.
A Thin Line Between Pleasure And Pain
Bound to a chair flipped upside down. Leather straps securing me to the chair with my hands behind my back. He didn’t say much to me, my Master was on a mission. I seen a hose wound up in the corner so I knew water of some sort was going to be involved. I heard the door open but hand no way of seeing who also came in to join us. Once again Master seated himself in a position next to me where he had the advantage of seeing both my face and my rear end. I heard the hose unraveling and the anticipation sat in. Whenever I get nervous and anxious my pussy gets so wet. Part of what makes me such a great sub. My pussy is always inviting no matter what the anguish. Suddenly I heard a clicking and then the sound of water spraying the ground followed right behind. It was as if this person was trying to find a setting on the hose nozzle. I started to feel the misting coming off the water that was now spraying the ground. Then I felt it. I sharp steady stream of water nailed me from behind right between my pussy lips. Instantly spreading them apart with the force of the water. I felt the sensation of being filled up. My pussy hole began to gurgle and bubble as I could feel the water run back out just as quickly as it was being pumped in. I can see this is exciting Master because he is stroking his cock. He scoots his chair right in front of me and makes me start sucking his cock as the water stream sways up and down with each movement it gets closer to my clit. Then it hits. The force of the stream hitting my sensitive clit sent a spine chilling sensation up my body but at the same time felt pleasurable. The whole time Master has his cock balls deep in my throat. He is thoroughly enjoying my helpless moans and cries on his dick. While watching me walking a thin line between water pleasure and pain.




















