I love watching porn. Porn helped me become the submissive bitch you see today. Watching porn made me realize the sound of Bare bottom spankings made my pussy wet. I started searching porns with spankings and it turned me on to BDSM. I because a sub. I love losing control. Not making any decisions and being told what to do. After experiencing so more extreme bondage, I was in love. I want it nastier, I want a master who can degrade me and make me feel worthless. I want to get to that level of extreme submission. I want a master who is incredibly dominate. I am willing to take it all master. Treat me like your fucking slave. Make me worship and clean your feet with my tongue. Make me beg for your cock. Tie me up and whip my naked body. Force me to fuck random things as I am tied up. Please master do your worst.
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Always a BDSM Slut
I remember the way I grew up – a total submissive slut. My parents wanted me to be there little fuck toy and used me to advertise/sell/make money. Any way they could find. Even sharing with friends… I was used over and over again. My cunt is still tight, just like a lil teen pussy that is begging to be fucked. That’s what my master is doing to me currently. Renting me out to all his friends, watching as I get roughly gangbanged. He loves to see me all bound up and helpless to what is happening to me. He knows that I secretly love it too. It was afterall exactly how I was raised and what I was raised for. I know he’ll be using me to advertise his store in no time too… I’ll be the product of sex. That’s how he reels everyone in. My tight teen body and a bald cunt that needs to be abused and used. He literally advertises that…I’m part of a deal. A kinda buy one get one free kinda thing. His subby slut just can’t say no! No matter how bad they treat me I take it like a greedy whore.
Nothing But a Submissive Whore…
She left me on the couch surrounded by her men, I was helpless and I knew it. I would have begged for mercy but that was practically impossible with the gag in my mouth. I was bound up tight, I could feel my body going numb. But what did she care? I had heard of her before…my master had warned me about her. Her name was Venus. The most hardcore bitch of all, available for 2 girl phone calls and apparently my master hired her to teach me a lesson too. I should have followed his directions better, I know how much of a perfectionist he is…but I fucked up. And now I am in a mess I don’t know how to get out of! She had a knife and I feared what she would do with it, surly not cut me free. She was whispering in my ear how she was going to have her men gangbang me until I was fucked senseless, she told me she was going to let them beat me…but not before she cut me. I tried to scream but I was paralyzed with pain and fear as she slid the tip of her knife towards my cunt. Starting to make little cuts all over it… I was crying in no time. She wasn’t done though, she ripped off my bra and went for my nipples. I passed out from the pain and when I awoke I was covered in blood and cum…nothing but a submissive whore.
Born To Be A Submissive Whore
When your born to be a submissive whore it is all you know. So when I see all the romantic crap they show on TV or in the movies I just can’t relate. I know deep long passionate kisses on screen make most women weak in the knees and all horny and turned on. All I can think about is how incomplete it is without him biting her lip and drawing blood. When i see a love scene where a man is gently caressing his woman and she is being brought to the heights of passion by his sweet embrace. All I can think about is how much better that would be if her tits had nipple clamps with rings that were attached to rope and hooks in the ceiling, pulling them so taunt that the pain turned to pleasure. And how much more he would love it if in addition to that her wrists and ankles were bound to the corners of the bed so that she was spread eagle and vulnerable to his touch. Top all that off by blindfolding her so that she can’t see what is coming. Make her smell the fresh leather of the whip as you run it over her body watching the goose flesh form as she anticipates when the stinging crack will touch her tender skin changing it from alabaster white to crimson red with small droplets of blood rising to the surface waiting to escape through the pores so that you can lick it from her body. I don’t know about you but the thought of having heated sex like this has my pussy all wet and aching to cum. That other vanilla, fairy tale shit is for the birds and would never make my pussy such a cream covered mess.
My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
I was excited, he had me bound arms apart and above my head, and he was making me suck his cock. He made me beg for it, and when I wasn’t loud enough he smacked me hard, telling me there was more pain if I wanted to be a stupid whore and not speak up. I took it all, my pussy dripping with anticipation – I love an angry man, who knows he can do whatever he wants to me and hits me the moment he doesn’t get his way. I love the thrill, the pain and the punishment. It wasn’t long before he was ready to inflict more pain. He kept me on my knees making sure I told him that I am a slut who belongs on my knees at all times. This is when he took out his whip, and made me count out loud every single lash, as he forced me to beg for more. And that isn’t even the start of my newest rape phone sex fantasies session…mmm.
Punish Me Master: I Need Slave Bondage
My 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.
Lesson Learned
I 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.