A lifetime submissive slave is full of erotic submissive stories. And some more of a violent nature. My life now as my master’s slave constitutes erotic. Maybe rough occasionally, but never violent. Unfortunately, my youth was full of violent submissive experiences. My father treated me like his whore wife, not his young daughter.
Although I ran away, I ended up in the arms of a man far worse than daddy. But now, I am free of men like my daddy and my ex-husband. Or so I thought. Turns out my son grew up to be just like his father. He moved out of the house a couple years ago. We rarely see each other because he hates me. Never respected me or the sacrifices I made to give him and his sister a good, stable, life free of abuse. I did not want to be someone’s submissive whore again, but I did it for my offspring.
I am Destined to a Life as a Whore
My son came over last night because he needed cash. He did not ask for it; he demanded it. When I told him I needed to know what it was for, he slapped me. And he slapped me hard. When I attempted to explain that I did not keep much cash on hand these days, he spit in my face, called me a worthless whore and pushed me down on the ground. I feared he would kick me like he did a few years ago. But he pissed on me instead. Told me the only thing I was good for was being a toilet. In that moment, it was like looking at his father all over again.
So, I knew it was best to just go along with whatever he did and not speak. But he got more violent at my silence. Shoved his cock down my throat, pissed in my belly, choked me and force fucked me. My son turned into the monster his daddy was once I married him. And now, I guess I am doomed to another life of violent submissive sex.