Rule #1 is that no matter where I am, no matter what I am doing, no matter who I am with… I have to strip down butt ass naked and not put up a fight about it. No questions asked and no excuses. This has been set in stone and established firmly. If I do not obey this very important rule then I will have to suffer the consequences that follow for not being the submissive cunt whore that I am expected to be. I have to bend over and spread open my ass cheeks so that I can properly show off my tight pink bootyhole. I look so delicious and tasty, it’s no wonder all these men are obsessed with turning me into their naughty little subby skank. If I’m not a good listener then I will have a big cock shoved up my ass while getting spanked hard as fuck. I have no choice but to endure the rightfully given pain that hurts sooo good.
Tag: cock worshiping
Don’t be a tease
One of my co-workers had enough of me wearing tight skirts. My co-worker wanted to show me a lesson. One day it was just him and I after a long day of work. He was being persistent and tried to fuck me in the copy room. It was the only place that didn’t have cameras. He stopped asking me but a couple of minutes went by, and he wanted to show me something. I had an inkling that something was wrong but my dumbass followed him. I fell right into his trap, and he got me in the notorious copy room. He locked the door and overpowered me and reminded me I was going to be his submissive whore whether I wanted it or not. He had a bag full of stuff. My co-worker planned this out very well. I was gaged fucked and beaten for hours. I knew not to say a thing. I was his fuck slut for the rest of the year till he got promoted and left to another state.
Rented Out
Master rented me out to a couple last night. They were new clients I have never served them before. As soon as I walked into there house They ripped off my clothes and tied a rope around my tits, ankles, and hips. There was a big hook attached to the ceiling and I was raised up in the air. I was suspended as if I was laying on my stomach. They shoved a dry rag deep in my mouth and blindfolded me. I could hear them walking around me and snickering. As I was wondering what they were going to do to me I felt a blunt object hit me in my ribs. I screamed loudly but it was muffled by the rag. And then again I felt the blunt object hit me in my ribs on the other side. Again I screamed and this time tears came out of my eyes. They beat me for what seemed for hours. By the time they dropped me from the ceiling my body was like jello.
Submissive Sex is All I Know
Submissive sex is all I know. I can’t think back to a time where a man made love to me. I have never had a romantic date. Men don’t send me flowers. My ex-husband never treated me like a princess. Not once. Our courtship involved me on my knees sucking his cock and drinking his piss. Our brief marriage was all about rough anal and BDSM games. Romance was a ball gag and a ponytail up my ass. I want romance, real romance, yet I know I don’t deserve it either. Every major man that has been in my life sees me as nothing more than a submissive slut slave. The miscellaneous men in between do too. I attract dominant men. I even attract sadistic ones. Over the weekend, I met Lyle at a bookstore. It was an innocuous meeting. I didn’t say anything about my submissive life. We had a date. A real date with dinner and movie. When he got back to my place, things changed. He smacked my face and ordered me on my knees. “You don’t think I would take a sow out and not expect something in return, do you?” Another man to see through me and know I was worthless. He skull fucked me until I puked up dinner on his cock. He pushed my face in my vomit and made me lick it up. He got off on extreme humiliation. Perhaps I did too. My cunt was wet. I told myself it was from sucking his cock, but if I was honest with myself, it was the degradation and rough treatment. My ass was up next for rough sex. I got a hardcore anal fuck with no lube. My ass is still prolapsed. I should have known better than to think a handsome man would want to take me out. I am used goods. I am a submissive whore.
I Worship His Cock
I know what pleases my master, he’s trained me to pleasure him. I don’t speak without his permission. One of his rules is I have to be naked and ready to fuck at any moment. If during the winter months, no clothes allowed. He loves for me to be cold. He says being chilly makes my nipples hard and ready to be sucked. He is my king, my world, and I worship his cock. I get down on my knees and please him with my mouth. I love having his dick in my mouth, looking up and seeing his eyes rolling back. Sucking on my Master makes my cunt super wet. I want him inside me so bad, but I can’t ask for his dick. He decides when it’s time to fuck. He need my pussy to be sloppy wet. He rewards me with head, I love the way he sucks on my pussy lips. His tongue fights with my clit and it drives me wild. He sucks and licks on my fat pussy until my cum is sliding down my ass cheeks. He takes his big cock and shoves it in pussy. It’s hard to put in words how amazing his cock sends a euphoric current through my body. I adore him. I worship him. He’s my Master, and I’m his slave.
BDSM Chat With Brutality
After the last session with master, I was craving that brutality. I wasn’t allowed to contact him, he had to contact me. I hadn’t heard from him in a few days, so I found some blood red rope and tied one of my wrists up to the bedpost. I used my other hand to whip my bald pussy and fuck it with a gatorade bottle, I need that pain so bad. I got off so hard and couldn’t stop even when I felt this warm, wet liquid and it turned out to be blood. I didn’t care I needed more and more. Oh can someone please give me what I am craving….Please! I promise to be so obedient you won’t even know where it came from. I am the perfect slut to pacify your curiosity.