Master puts me into a subspace which is a very calm place peaceful state of mind to be in. I love the feel of Master’s hands on my body. In those moments it is clear he owns me and my body. I lay there as he ties me up tightly so I can not even move a little bit. I feel his fingers tracing my cunt lips before he shoves three of them in my cunt hole. I gasp as he shoves a fourth finger in then his thumb. I feel his hand making a fist inside my cunt. He leaves his fist idle for a moment and then pushes deep into cunt with it punching my uterus as he starts to pound hard and deep inside me.
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Submissive Phone Sex Slut and Human Toilet
I am such a submissive phone sex slut at work. I have a new job since my master retired. I could have chosen to never work again. He gave me a nice package. Set me up for life. I have just become used to being degraded and used daily. I love my phone sex masters, but they will never replace the real thing. I am a paralegal now a few times a week for a new lawyer. He is much younger than my original work master. He is far kinkier too. I worked Friday for him. I was his office toilet. My former master rarely engaged in piss play, but my new master loves it. Lucky me. I spent the day under his desk with my mouth open. His dick was out the entire day too. He would snap his fingers once when he had to piss. I would open my mouth as wide as I could, and he would pee straight in my mouth. If he snapped his fingers twice, he wanted head, so I had to suck him off. If I didn’t make him cum in less than ten minutes I got whipped. The first couple times making him cum in that time frame was not hard, but after the first 4 times, I struggled. I mean there is only so many times a man can cum in a day. He said it was my fault if I couldn’t make him cum. So, the 5th time, ten minutes passed, and his dick was still limp. He put me in his torture closet and whipped me for an hour. I have not yet decided if I like my new job. I have never swallowed so much piss and cum in a day. But, I am a submissive whore, so I do what I am told when I am told.
I Love Being a Bondage Whore
I love being a bondage whore, but it does get me into some predicaments. Tony answered my ad on a fetish site. I was looking to get tied up and I did. The problem was once he had me bound and gagged, he brought over some friends. Not what I was planning nor what was agreed on. He didn’t give a fuck. He had me in such a position that my hands were tied behind my back with strong rope and my ass was in the air. I watched as he collected money from these guys to fuck me. He was pimping me out to strangers. They fucked my ass for hours. No lube, no condoms. Just hours of hard core ass fucking. Cum was running out of my ass like the river Styx. More guys came in, laid their money down and started fucking my ass. Some just nutted on my face and laughed at what a cum dumpster I was. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. After all the guys were done fucking this submissive slut, Tony took his turn. He seemed to enjoy my dirty cum drenched fuck holes. I can’t wait to see him again.
Fuck you bitch you’re not my boss your husband is
Mrs. McCartney is a fucking bitch, and she walks around her house like she’s better than everyone. This fucking whore dares to tell me I don’t clean her house thoroughly enough. I listen to the old bat because I need my job And I don’t want to get fired. Her husband, Mr. McCartney is my boss, and I do extra favors for him to make sure I don’t have to deal with her entirely. I’ve been planning for at least seven months now to get Mrs. McCartney out of the picture and be the replacement wife. I thought I was happy being the mistress but I cannot stand the way that woman walks around pretending she’s better than me. If Mrs. McCartney, the fucking stink pussy whore only knew that her husband was fucking me, eating my pussy and eating my ass out like a fucking porn star she would die. What would that old bitch do if she knew that I was better than she could ever be in bed and everywhere else? I look at her sometimes and laugh. I say to myself you are a fucking lucky good-for-nothing bitch. I want to slap her face but like I said I need this job. I usually go into Mr. McCartney’s home office and give him blowjobs. He cums down my throat and turns me into a cum guzzling cum dumpster skank. I like to wear little tiny skirts and little bitty bikini panties. When I get all dressed up it makes Mrs. McCartney so upset she gets so fucking jealous. I don’t care though I’m glad I make that bitch have a bad day I would do it for free if I could. Whenever Mrs. McCartney’s husband’s cock is in my mouth, he tells me she’s a whore. He Twirls his dick head around my lips while I look into his eyes which makes him so fucking horny. Sometimes we even fuck while she’s upstairs he puts his hands over my mouth to keep me from screaming And then he pounds my cunt hard. I am such a slut for Mr. McCartney, and soon we’re going to have his bitch of a wife cleaning my cunt cream off of her sheets. I can’t wait.
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.