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Bukkake Phone Sex Slut Training

Bukkake phone sex slutBukkake phone sex sluts all have their beginnings. I didn’t always like cum. Let’s face it. It is an acquired taste. When I was a little girl my daddy made me his bukkake slave at parties. He would entertain out of town business men, primarily Japanese men. They introduced him to the world of bukkake fun. I remember this little Asian girl, she looked like a china doll, who was always around daddy and his associates. I soon learned that she was just as much a submissive whore as I was. She was not much older than I was at the time, but when I caught the eye of some Japanese men who were at our house to sign some documents, her and I became cum buddies.

submissive whoreI was still a school girl and she was barely legal, but daddy and his friends made us their cum sluts. This one party had over 100 men of all races and just us two young girls to entertain them. We had to crawl around on our hands knees sucking any cock we saw. Guys would just shoot load after load on our faces. My body was coated in so much cum I couldn’t even see. “Whore” was written on our foreheads in red lipstick. We swallowed so much cum we puked it up. But it was a bukkake party and we were the slaves, so if any cum hit the grown we had to lick it up.

At one point we were so covered in cum, neither of us could move well from the weight. I was puking up cum, pissing out cum and shitting out cum. I was sick for days from all the cum I consumed. Daddy didn’t care. His business associates and their friends liked a red headed little whore to wear their jizz, so after that I became a regular at the bukkake bashes. Thirty some years later and I am a total cum whore begging for guys to cum on me. I took a ton of cum as a school girl, but you should see how much I can take now! Practice makes perfect.

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Punish Me Master: I Need Slave Bondage

slave trainingMy boss was out of the office for a few hours. I know the rules. But, I thought it would be fun to play around in his office for a bit. He would never know. I sat in his big comfy office chair and masturbated. He never lets me cum, so I played naughty secretary at his desk. I should have known better. He had a hidden camera in his office because he cannot trust me. He texted, “Someone needs more slave training.” I knew I was in trouble. I went back to my office, scared, awaiting my punishment.

There was no apologizing to master. I violated the trust. I needed punished. I needed slave bondage. He made me disrobe. I received 32 lashes with his whip. A lash for each minute I sat in his office chair. He put nipple clamps on my worthless tits and attached a chain to my clit so when he yanked it, he hurt all three of my sensitive spots at once. He was just warming up. I had to put on the sensory deprivation suit. I hate it. It restricts my movement and breathing. Plus it is so tight on my curvy body, I sweat like a pig. Master suspended me in his office, above his desk. I was hanging like a bug trapped in a spider web. Sweating, struggling to breathe, unable to move, receiving electric shocks to my breasts in 32 second intervals. Master loves to punish me.

I hung above his desk not for 32 minutes, but 32 hours. When he released me, I was close to passing out. “Next time you violate the rules of the office, I will leave you hanging for 32 days, whore,” he seethed as he spit in my face. I cleaned up and completed my work duties. I am both scared and aroused by my master. I’m such a punishment whore.

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Lesson Learned

torture phone sex sookieI made Master mad again so he took me to another master to teach me a lesson.­­ I hope this he will do more than humiliate and torture me; while I do somewhat like it; I want to learn and become the best whore. “Ahh, you again.” He answered the door with. “Well, good then I suppose. You are just in time to see my new bitch get humiliated.” “Yes sir” I quickly reply; I know better than a reply more than that. We walked down to his basement were he keeps all his most extreme toys, and there was not one, but two men down there. One was tied to the bed the other was standing with a ball gag in his mouth, drooling. Both of their small dicks hard with anticipation. “Now Sookie, always remember it is their job to please me… but today are you going to be a better whore than them?” I nodded like a good slut. “Now, I want you simply start with a little slap or two, don’t worry you’re a little bitch that fucking loves it.”  He slapped my ass hard and I could tell everyone was satisfied. “What now?” I asked timidly. He then stopped talking and went straight to business. You thought you  were going to fucking get to pick and choose your punishment whore? He tight me tight and put the biggest most painful clamps I had ever felt on my tits squeezing them hard. I started to cry which I saw only made his cock harder. He was going to torture me… I knew it when I saw the boob squashing device… the nipple piercing rods. I took the pain like a good slut, even though it hurt like hell. “Now lick my cock clean, you little bitch.” Master ordered me; and right away I was on my knees. Lesson learned.

Slave Bondage Training for BBC

slave bondageSlave bondage films are something I enjoy watching. I made the mistake, however, of watching one at work. It was really hot. About a busty MILF like me being bound and broke by a big black master who used her as a black breeding whore. I’m in my 30s, so I can still get knocked up. I fantasize about being a breeding bitch all the time. Master is white. His cock is nowhere near the size of the black daddy I saw on the porn film. Master smacked me hard across the face, broke my laptop and called me a dirty nigger loving whore. Perhaps I am.

Master was like if you want to be a nigger slave, I will make you one. He got out the biggest black dildo I have ever seen. It was like 16 inches. Huge. He tied me up first. He didn’t want me resisting. He shoved it down my throat and held my nose. I was gagging. “If you want to be a slave to big black cock, you better be able to handle their meat whore,” he yelled as he continued to ram that thick black dong down my throat. My eyes were watering; I was gagging; I almost puked. He took the rubber dick and jammed it up my ass. It hurt like hell. I tried not to cry. Slave training is always painful. Master was teaching me how to be a good slave for nigger dick.

slave trainingAs he was force fucking my ass, he jabbed my cunt with his fist. According to him, big black cocks are so big it feels like you are getting double stuffed. He pulled the shit covered dildo out of my ass and made me clean it up. When I grimaced, he pulled his dick out and pissed in my face. He was training me to do whatever disgusting painful thing he dished out. “You think I am bad you submissive whore. Wait till a black posse gets a hold of you. I will look like Gandhi in comparison,” he seethed. All day long he used me roughly. He was clearly angered over my curiosity about black cock. He finally left me alone. I was still tied up. Covered in piss. Smelling like a toilet. Gaping asshole . Swollen pussy. He wrote on me with a sharpie “Black Spunk Only.” I didn’t know what that really meant until he returned with about 12 huge black men.

Be careful what you ask for…

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I Wanted It

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“Shhh,” he said. “You’re all right, just be a good girl and this will all be over soon.”I have to admit I was incredibly turned on. Of course I was, I was having my fantasy come true. He held me down and gagged me on his dick for a few more thrusts before I started raising my head to suck it more.“Oh my god you want to suck it, you’re so fucking hot you little whore. Keep sucking my big dick, slut.” He grunted the words through gritted teeth. He fucked my mouth with such enthusiasm that it popped out and I gasped the only word that came to mind…“Please.” “Please more or please stop?” He moved so that he was stretched out on top of me, his cock pushed into my belly “Please Don’t.” I tried to make my eyes looks wide and innocent and pleading. He kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth and stabbing my mouth with his. He tasted of toothpaste and coffee. Maybe I was the only woman he’d ever kissed besides his wife. Maybe his wife wouldn’t blow him or even have boring vanilla sex with him…I brought my mind abruptly back to the present…“You wanted this, whore; you leave your door unlocked and sleep in only panties? You’re begging for it.” He reached between us and pulled my panties down enough for him to rub his cock between my labia, which were quite slick already from my arousal.He groaned and closed his eyes “So fucking wet already, you’re a bad girl who likes being fucked by strangers, aren’t you?” I shook my head. “Aren’t you, whore?” I shook my head again. He reached behind my head and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back. He bit along my throat and kept asking me if I was a bad girl who liked being fucked by strangers. I said nothing, I couldn’t move my head because of his grip on my hair. “Admit it, whore.” I said nothing. Until he got to my breasts. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit it hard, rolling his tongue over the sensitive tip. I moaned with pleasure, wanting him to spend hours, days just torturing my nipples like that. He did the same to my other nipple and then stopped and looked at me.“Say it. Say it or I’ll stop.”“I’m a bad girl who likes being fucked by strangers.” I finally said, in a small, little girl voice. That must have really turned him on because he went back to licking sucking and biting my nipples and thrust his hard, bare member deep into me…

BDSM Phone Sex Takes a Bound and Force Fuck Turn

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I love to please my Master. That means being no taboo and doing anything and everything that he could desire, even if it is being his little fuck whore force fuck slut. To Master  it was not enough to be roleplayed, he wanted it to be real and real it was. He waited till I fell asleep at my own home, and he was not going to tell me when. So when that day come it was an absolute surprise. I laid up and screamed as he shoved his way into my tight dry cunt. It was even worse when he pulled out and force fucked his way into my ass. The sting of pain ran up my spine and over every single nerve ending. I cried out only to be silenced with his hand around my throat. He was masked, so there was no real way to know it was him and not some other intruder. When he was finished he slapped his hand across my ass and and drug me out of the bed by my hair. Once the the living room he placed his foot on top of me holding me down to the ground while he got a drink. Then he walked me to the living room for force fuck two. This time my cunt was a little bit wet. I was ready and from the roughness I was becoming aroused. When he was done with me he bound me up and tossed me onto the couch. It was going to be a long weekend he warned me. I would be ready and willing every second though. I loved it rough!

Spanking Phone Sex: Be Careful What You Ask For

spanking phone sexSpanking phone sex is something I truly enjoy. I have a wide array of spanking instruments to use on myself for calls. Paddles, belts, switches, cat of nine tails, fly swatter, cane, and of course my bare hand. I was spanked as a little girl by both parents. Not that I was the spanking whore I am today then, but I grew to enjoy spankings from both my father and my mother. Daddy was always more brutal on my ass. When he spanked me, I felt it for days. Often I was left with scars from my punishment. When mommy spanked me, it was more sensual. I always got the feeling that she was getting sexual pleasure from slapping my bare bottom and hearing me yelp.

bare bottom spankingsBack then, I didn’t have to do much to get spanked. Both my parents had a fetish for bare bottom spankings. Nowadays, I look for ways to displease Master so he will throw me over his knees and paddle my behind until it is red like my hair. This morning , he asked me to send a fax. I just accidentally on purpose forgot to hit send. He called me into his office which made my pussy drip in anticipation of his hand slamming down hard on my bare butt. I was instructed to pull my panties down and assume the position. Of course, I did as I was instructed because I am a good submissive whore.

submissive whoreI got caned instead. My bottom was beaten so badly I had large gaping wounds. I knew I needed medical help, but if I sought it, I would be hurt worse. As I put my panties on my bloodied ass, Master said to me, “I know what you tried do you worthless whore. Next time you will think twice before fucking up my fax just so you can get your ass whooped.” Master knows me so well.

Submissive Phone Sex on Earth and in Hell

submissive phone sexSubmissive phone sex means I am submissive to you. Actually, I am submissive to anyone and anything, even demons and other non entities. A few years ago, I was asleep in my bed, bound to the bed posts and gagged by my Master who would  release me in the morning. Fast asleep; helpless. Yet I somehow awoke in a very dark place. It looked like my bedroom, but not my house. Was I dreaming or had I been kidnapped from my bedroom? I was trembling, scared. Had master arranged a midnight encounter? Then I felt something huge penetrate my ass. Something hot and very thick. I couldn’t see a thing, but I felt it. The same sensation hit me from the front. Huge, hot, spiked dildos is what I thought. Then I was lifted up in the air. How was Master doing this? Had he drugged me with something hallucinogenic?

I felt strong warm, really warm, arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. So tightly, I thought I would I burst. I was clearly being double penetrated. But by who and where? I’m a good submissive fuck pig. I allowed whomever was molesting me to continue uninterrupted. The question was not who was fucking me but what. There were mirrors in the dark room. I saw my reflection and the red glow of a demon. Horns, razor sharp teeth, dragon like extremities, snake like skin. Was I in hell? Had I died? I wanted to scream, but I told myself this was some sort of nightmare or drug induced hallucination. If it wasn’t, surely it was staged by my Master. Perhaps an elaborate rape fantasy.

I was force fucked by Satan or his spawn for hours. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed again, restrained like before. No one in sight. My pussy and ass filled with some gelatinous material, and gashes all over my body. And a pentagram branded on my inner thigh. I was the devil’s bitch too.

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Erotic Submissive

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When he said he wanted to role play and was looking through my closet for outfits and ideas he came across an old Halloween costume of mine. It is a very seductive leopard print cat out fit, complete with an impressive butt plug that doubles as a fluffy black tail.

“Now this is interesting” he said “But what can we do with this?”

I know better then to answer, it is not my place to give input as a submissive. I waited as my heart was pounding with anticipation. He always had the most innovative ideas when it came to our time together and I knew this time would be no different.

Circling me he fingered the butt plug and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally he put the costume on the chair in my room and said “Sleep well my pet, tomorrow is going to be a long day for you.” With that he flicked off the light and left the room and I was effectively dismissed for the evening.

It was a long night of tossing and turning wondering what he would do to me in the morning.

Finally the light of day was here and he was at the foot of my bed holding the costume. “Put this on and get on all fours. Today you are my pet and you are not to stand on two feet at all.”

He stood and watched as I got ready without looking at him. Everything was on except the tail and as I got on all fours he took it and placed it nicely in my ass. “This will not come off all day, unless it is removed by me.”

Completely in my role I meowed and rubbed against his leg. I followed him on all fours out of the room and into the living room where he had a blanket on the floor for me and a bowl of food and water waiting. He even had a litter box set up just for me. My pussy was getting wet knowing that today I was his kitty cat.

I went straight to the food and water and ate my breakfast and then felt the urge to pee. He was watching and I knew what I had to do. Going to the big box I spread my legs and squatted as low as I could before urinating in the litter and then kicking litter over my piss.  His eyes never left me and it was very erotic.

I laid on my blanket while he ate. When he was done he clipped a leash on me and said we were going out. He took me to the park and walked me for all to see. The more attention we got the more aroused he became and in turn so did I.

I was his to show off all day. At the end of the day he told me what a good kitty I had been and patted the bed next to him for me to hop up. I curled up next to him and he pulled the butt plug out before replacing it with his hard dick fucking the kitty out of me all night long.

A Submissive Whore and a Bondage Whore Wrestle for Money

submissive whoreA submissive whore often has to step out of her comfort zone to please her Master. A few years ago I traveled to Sin City with my boss, my primary master. I accompanied him to some meetings, one in a seedy little strip club.The conversation turned to me and big tits. I was forced to expose them in the bar. Men just came up and started punching and grabbing them. One guy told my Master about an underground fight club that he could make top dollar off my tits. The catch was I had to wrestle another chick in the nude, in front of horny men making bets on which big breasted babe would emerge victorious. I didn’t think Master would go for something so crass, but when the dude told him he made thousands off his bitch and I had better tits and was a ginger, well he just saw dollar signs.

Next thing I knew, I was being oiled up stripped naked and thrown in the ring with a bondage whore who was equally clueless about how to wrestle. I tried to channel my inner Hulk Hogan for some moves to make Master proud, but I ended up just using my big tits to smack her down. Guys were chanting “Ginger Ginger,” so I knew they were rooting for me since she was a blonde bitch. My tits are natural, so they had a lot of bounce. Seeing Master beam, and adjust his trousers because of his hard on made me smile. It also made me fight harder and nastier. I grabbed her tits and gave her a painful titty twist while punching her repeatedly in the belly. I don’t think there were any rules, so I fought dirty to win. She had a tuff of pussy hair that I grabbed and twisted until I pulled it out. The bitch actually bleached her snatch fur. She wasn’t a natural blonde. I shoved her beaver pelt in her mouth as I punched her titties.

bondage whoreMoney was being thrown in the ring, the crowd of men were screaming for me to take the bitch out. My pussy was pumped, my adrenaline flowing, and I was enjoying myself more than I thought. I cornered the bitch. I saw punching bags instead of tits. I could feel the Hulk inside me. I drop kicked her, then put her in a Nelson hold, and slammed her down so hard I busted a saline bag in her left tit. I got labeled the The Boob Buster. I won that match, and many more over that weekend. Master was proud of me, which was all that mattered

I still wrestle on my Master’s whim, just often now it is men. I never win. It is more for humiliation than sport, for me at least. My humiliation is sport for men.

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