Spanking phone sex is what I deserved. I do have a great ass for a hand, or belt. I didn’t want to be spanked, but Master was not happy with me. His dick doesn’t get hard like it once did or I would have received a hardcore ass fucking. Instead, he stripped me down to nothing but my pantyhose. He loves the feel of nylons on his hands as he whips me hard. I never knew what angered him so much. Perhaps he found out I have been masturbating every chance I get or perhaps I misspelled a world in a legal document. It doesn’t take him much to get pissed off. I am his slave, which means sometimes I am his punching bag. When a master gets stressed out or pissed off, a good submissive whore is there for him to take out his frustrations on. I was bent over his desk with my hands bound behind my back. He used his hand until his arthritis acted up. That was when he switched to the belt. The leather strap left welts on my ass but it was the buckle that made me bleed. My ass is still raw. I wanted to ask what I did, but I know that would have pissed him off more. I accepted my punishment. Today, I am sitting on a frozen steak to soothe my sore and raw ass walking on eggshells so I don’t get whipped again.
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Submissive MILF Phone Sex
I am a submissive milf phone sex slut on and off the phone. I love being submissive to younger men. All my official masters in my life have been significantly older than me. They can’t really fuck me or even abuse me like I deserve. I am not supposed to be disobedient, but I long for more than just spankings and humiliation. I took orders from one of my phone masters to go in public braless as much as I could. I went Thanksgiving meal shopping yesterday. I was at Whole Foods shopping braless per his instructions. I have been going out more and more with no bra. I get noticed too because I have 38 DD’s tits. Sometimes I just get stares, or lewd comments, sometimes I get shocked looks and told to leave. At Whole Foods yesterday, I met a dominant young man that told me he wished I was his whore mommy. I was so horny. My master has not fucked me in months. My own son wants nothing to do with me and I am not allowed to date because dating is something normal women do. I am not a normal woman. I am a submissive whore. This boy who noticed me, told me to meet him outside. I felt powerless to say no. I didn’t want to say no anyway. He was even younger than my son, but he was old enough to drive. I got in his father’s car with him. Daddy was not there, but junior was a capable driver. He drove me to a no tell motel, made me pay for the room. My groceries were in the trunk of my car in the Whole Foods parking lot while I was getting a hardcore ass fucking from some young teen boy, I met an hour earlier. He pulled my hair, slapped my ass and fucked me hard. He called me names too. I was fucked like a dirty whore. He left me there. I had to Uber back to my car with messy hair, a messy pussy and that freshly used look.
Submissive Phone Sex: I Do What I am Told
Submissive phone sex means I do what you tell me, even on the phone. I have many a phone master, only one real master. I try to please them all. Sometimes, what a phone master wants goes against what my real master wants, but I risk it. My Friday late night master enjoys me masturbating and exposing myself. My real master punishes me for such things. But guess what? I had an entire week at home. My real master is out of town, so I have been left to my own devices. I have been naked around the house as much as I can to please him. I have been playing with my cunt too. Masturbation is forbidden by my full-time master, but my phone master encourages it, even loves it. I tried to masturbate in front of my son, but he called me pathetic. He said I was just a desperate submissive whore needing attention. He walked away from me laughing. My son and daughter hate me. I keep trying, but they see me as desperate and pathetic. Yesterday, I had a stroke of luck. Not with my son, however. My Internet went out. I need high-speed Internet to work my phone submissive job. I called my provider and they dispatched a technician. I greeted him in just a robe. I had to make sure he fixed my Internet and didn’t run screaming from my place. He was handsome and flirty. Once I knew he was flirting with me, I felt better about exposing myself. He was younger than me, but that didn’t matter to either of us. I told him I was his to use and he did just that. He bent me over the couch and fucked my asshole. Been a long time since I have been fucked. Master would be so mad if he found out. Please, don’t tell him.
Bondage phone sex
My nipples were swollen and purple, so very tender and sensitive. My wrists, burned like they are on fire. Many body parts are numb, some are black and blue with bruises, and some parts have fresh and dried blood. I have been starved, only given cum to drink and am extremely malnourished. Nipple clamps are on, matched with clamps on my pussy lips too. There’s a big butt plug buried into my tender ass, and now I wait for him to come and do as he pleases. He has taken the ball gag out and I have been begging for mercy for a while now, but he shows none at all. I hear him coming and my body starts to ache and quiver even more. What will he have in store for me? When I see him I know I am in trouble, he’s got his cane and whips but there’s something else he’s hiding from me. He begins his usual torture whipping my tits and caning my cunt, while I count them out and scream in pure agony. At last, he reveals what he has brought to me this time, a branding for me that will sear my skin and forever mark me as a whore, owned, nothing I can do about it. I try to negotiate with him, ask for anything but this but he’s got his mind made up. I see him heating it, it’s glowing red hot and I’m terrified wondering where he might choose to mark his territory.