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A Submissive Whore and a Lot of Hot Wax

submissive whoreThis submissive whore had a hot Fourth of July. Not good hot either. I am not speaking in terms of sexiness or temperature. Well, at least not temperatures outside. My plan was to host a small cook out for my family and a few friends. My son got high and had different plans for me and his sister. My daughter inherited my big boobs. Even though I have fake tits, she still got some big natural jugs. Where she got them from, I am not sure, but my son is a breast man. Most guys do like big boobs, real or fake. He was high on coke and meth. The combination of the two drugs, takes him to a different place. He becomes meaner than a junk yard dog. He tied us both up with ropes so he could bind our boobs. He likes seeing big breasts tied up and abused. Usually, it is just my boobs he ties and binds, but yesterday he wanted his sister in on the fun. That was fine by me because she is an unruly brat whom I am dying to break. I think her brother would make a great master for the little twat. Once he unveiled our blindfolds, we knew what was going on. We saw all the candles. Hot wax torture was up next. He went gently on his sister; just dropping a few drops at first. The more he dripped, the more she screamed, the harder his dick became. I am a seasoned nipple torture whore. He had to dump the wax of a large candle on my areola to make me scream; so he did. He is a typical sadistic. The more we screamed or cried from the pain, the harder he became. My daughter doesn’t enjoy being a submissive slut, but she needs to be treated like one to get the stick out of her ass. Me on the other hand, I am born pain slut. Pour that hot wax all over me master and listen to me scream.

Tied Up with Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex ties me up on the phone all day! Sometimes, quite literally too. My son is becoming more and more dominant with me. In the past, normally I had to push his buttons to get him to snap. Now, he just snaps if I breath funny. I am not complaining. I have long hoped he would take over master duties when my current master becomes too feeble to care for me properly. The problem is that my son knows nothing about the lifestyle I live. He just likes to abuse his stupid whore mother on occasion. That is the problem I have discovered. There are too few lifestyle masters anymore. Most guys fall into the category of misogynistic sadistics. Guys who just like abusing women. No code.  No lifestyle. Just periodic abuse with no rhyme or reason.  My son got pissed at something trivial last night. He slapped me around and tied me up naked on the couch. He left me to go out with his friends drinking, but not before he fucked my ass and filled it with cum. He let off a litany of humiliating slurs before vacating the house and leaving me literally tied up. He knew I was working so he left the phone near me. Now, I can answer my phone with my Bluetooth, but my hands were bound, which made taking credit card information impossible. He deliberately wanted to humiliate me and deny me money. He enjoyed the fact that I could answer the phone but couldn’t take a call. I missed several hours of being a submissive whore on the phone because my son thought it was funny to leave me tied up on the couch for a few hours.  What would you do if I was your slave? Why is it I ca only find men who want to straight out abuse me?

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Female Bondage

I was starting a new job as a mouse maid for a rich woman who seemed to be in her early 30’s. Excited to start, I showed up eagerly in my maid’s uniform, getting right to work when she showed me where everything was. She had me start in the living room, where she watched me to make sure I would be skilled enough to keep the house properly clean, or so I thought. When I turned around, she had stripped into a sexy dominatrix outfit and was holding a tasseled whip. Slapping me across the face, she pushed me to my knees and told me she was to be my Mistress and I her slave. I really needed the job, and I knew I deserved the punishment, so I got on all fours as she ripped off my panties.

She started with just her hand as she spanked my bare ass, making me cringe with each stinging slap. After both cheeks were nice and red, she whipped me hard. Yelping in pain, I could only say, Yes Mistress, as she told me how much of a filthy slut I was. She then tied my hands to my thighs with rope before straddling my face, forcing me to eat her cunt. Her juices dripped down my face as she rubbed her clit against my tongue. Cumming in a gushing burst, she made me eat all her cum as she squirted all over me. Mistress says I must always swallow all of her juices.

I’m a little slave slut

BDSM phone sexJust a little bit buzzed tonight after a wild BDSM phone sex party. I thought I’d entertain you with a nursery rhyme. This one just might make your cock a little hard. Call me now and make me sing it for you. I’ll even your stick your cock in my mouth and hum it for you.

I’m a Little Sex Slave  (sung to I’m a Little Teapot)

 

I’m a little slave slut, Ass hanging out

Here is my love sleeve. Here is my mouth.

When I get well beaten, Then I shout.

Fuck my asshole. Fuck my mouth.

 

I’m a special bitch, yes it’s true.

Just look at what damage my master can do.

I can take a beating, a blow to the snout

Just bend me over and bottom me out.

 

I’m a little sexpot, with a busted pout

Here is my fuckhole, here is my mouth

When I’m well beaten, then I shout.

Bend me over and bottom me out!!!

 

I’m a special sex slave, yes it’s true.

Just look at my pussy. It belongs to you.

I can make a man cum with my mouth.

Just tip me over and bottom  me out.

 

(I’m a Little Tea Pot
By George H. Sanders and Clarence Z. Kelley, © Marilyn Sanders Music)
Make me sing you all kinds of slutty songs while we fuck. I love it.

Abducted and Tortured

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Some people chose the bondage phone sex life and others are forced into it. I was never given a choice. It certainly wasn’t a lifestyle that I chose, but one that I’ve come to accept. I miss my family and If I ever want to see them again, I must comply with my Master’s wishes.

I always thought human trafficking or flesh peddling was a joke. Just an excuse to account for the runaways. But now that I am personally living this nightmare, I finally understand the evil truth.

There’s a party tonight. High society in the bondage kingdom and I know Master plans to take me. It reminds me of the Kennel Club show where the dog gets named best in show. He’ll dress me all up and flaunt his property. I will be expected to tend to the needs of anyone who asks. Basically, I get to be a punching bag and fuck doll to any man who wishes to inflict pain upon me. I’m a good little poochie though. I’ll be the perfect slave. Tonight I will still be forced to listen to the tortured screams of the others who failed to please the Masters. For some it will be the End. For others the torment just goes on forever.

My Master’s Cock

Cock worshipingI love my Master’s cock. It’s so beautiful. Long and thick, it’s the perfect size. I love to feel it on my face, and in all of my holes. I love being on my knees sucking his dick for hours. I like to make him cum over and over again until he makes me stop. He loves when I tease him first by rolling my tongue around the head and up and down the shaft. And I can deep throat like a porn star, he loves when I gag and choke on his cock. I suck him every where and any time. It doesn’t matter if people are there watching me please my Master. I have so many pictures of my Master’s cock stored in my phone. I masturbate with his dick pictures when he’s not around. When I misbehave he punishes me by fucking other women and denying me the pleasure of sucking his dick. That’s way I behave like a good submissive little girl.

Bondage and Submission at Work

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is my life. I am always giving in and getting tied up, especially at work. My boss and Master is old, but he does love tying me up at work. He was feeling extra frisky yesterday. I only go to the office a couple days a week now. My work schedule just depends on what kind of case he is working. He is a lawyer close to full retirement, which is why I have been supplementing my income being a phone sex submissive. I messed up some legal briefs. I filed them incorrectly. I am not allowed to make mistakes. For a simple fixable clerical error, I got some soft bondage of my tits. Well soft only in the way he tied up my boobs. The torture my whore tits, as he likes to call them, received was something very different from soft. He pinched the nipples so hard they bled. That was not enough pain for the mood he was in. He got out his lighter so he could burn them too. Have you ever smelled burning flesh? It is awful. When it is your own flesh, it is worse. The pain and smell combined is nauseating. I knew not to vomit or complain or cry. It was tough to do, but if I had, the torture would have been far worse. Master has never been big into torture sex except when it comes to my tits. The way he views it, he bought me my tits, so he can do whatever he wants to them. I will take nipple and breast torture any day over being used as a punching bag. Some of the more modern Masters, whom I have encountered, on and off the phone, enjoy going Mike Tyson on me. In their eyes, I’m not a woman, just a worthless submissive whore.

Punishing the Naughty Submissive Whore

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I was tossed onto the ground, rough hands groping my body. I couldn’t see because he had blindfolded me. He pulled up my wrists, which were tied together, and fastened them above my head. He then took my ankles, which were also tied together, and bound them below me. The ties were stretching my arms and legs so far, it felt like they would come out of the sockets. I laid there on display, like a good girl, awaiting my torture. First, a whip cracked against my bare skin, sending a searing pain straight down my spine. Circling my whimpering, quivering body, he continued to deliver lashes that whistled through the air. After he was bored with the whip, he pulled out a cane and whacked me on each breast. I cried out in pain as he repeatedly beat me. When I heard metal jingling around, I got nervous. He was going for the sharp objects. He came back with a corkscrew and twisted it into my side. It felt like a dagger spinning inside me. I screamed as blood squirted from the puncture wound. When he pulled it out, a chunk of my flesh came with it. Master says I was a good little whore and took my punishment.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasiesMy boss had been eying me for months now. I’ve been a good girl and putting him off as my Master has not given me permission to play with him. So I was rather surprised when I was working on some filing in his office when I felt a sharp pain across the back of my head making everything go black. I have no idea how long I’d been out but I woke up to a splitting headache. My mouth dry and in pain. Hands behind my back, knees tied together, and my ankles tied together. I tried to cry out but the gag in my mouth wouldn’t let me make much noise and I looking around realized I was in a house but I didn’t didn’t really get a chance to look before I saw bare ankles and hairy legs in front of my line of sight and then I heard my boss’ voice. Good you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for you so you could enjoy me too. Then I felt his hands gril my hips and move me into a doggy position. I squirmed trying to get away but it was no use. His hands pushed my skirt up and ripped away my panties and stockings. He didn’t wait though, shoving his hard cock into my mostly dry pussy making me scream behind the gag as he began to fuck me. “Fuck fuck fuck it’s so tight” he groaned to himself before filling me with cum after a sad minute or two. He patted my ass sighing happily. “See what you’ve been missing Casey. Now just let me recover and we can do it again. After all, I can’t let you go can I?”

Watch the Attitude

Bare bottom spankingsSo, I did a stupid thing. I talked back to my Master with a cock and sarcastic tone. So, as I got hog tied with my bright blue Christmas present and my mouth held open with an O ring. All of this in front of our party guests. I could feel my cheeks flush brightly and couldn’t seem to meet the eyes of anyone around me as I was told to wiggle and squirm onto my knees, my weight rested against my chest. I gurgled and moaned, unable to hold the drool in around my mouth being forced open creating a pool of spit under my cheek. I was trying to figure out how to keep my face out of that wet puddle I felt the hard, sharp, and hot sting of a reed cane across my cold ass. I screamed and wiggled before feeling another quick smack across the fleshy cheeks again. Another person coming and taking a fist full of my hair making me look up towards the stranger, unable to recognize them with the tears of pain in my eyes running down my cheek, ruining my makeup. A cock making its way between the O ring and running over my tongue as another hard whack against my ass as the cock begin to make its way in and out of my throat.