When you specialize in submissive phone sex, it is because you are a true submissive. Dominant women could not bite their tongues to do a fraction of what I do. My callers range in age and fetishes. Some prefer humiliation. Some like making me do degrading things like piss in my panties or lick my toilet seat. Others like torture. I get a lot of breast torture callers because of my big oversized fake tits; but a good number of phone masters like to ruin my pussy and ass. Master Mike was in an extra foul mood during our last call. He is married to a shrew, so he takes his frustrations out on me. I don’t know what she did, but I paid the price. Our call began with the usual smacking of my worthless whore tits with a ping pong paddle. Although I can never abuse myself as well as you can, I can still leave quite a mark. My boobs are still black and blue. But that was nothing to what came next. I made the mistake of telling Master Mike once that I had a bunch of cigars in the house. One of my real time masters enjoys a fine stogie after abusing his favorite submissive whore. Master Mike had me light one up. He made me use a torch lighter so he knew I was really doing it. The cries and whelps made him believe I was really burning my ass. I still have marks on my back side. The pain of burning my ass was intense, but not as bad as someone else doing it to me. There is only so much pain a submissive slut can inflict before she recoils from inflicting any more damage. Because of that, I had to stab my pussy with kitchen utensils. I shoved a knife, fork and spoon up my cunt. Master Mike thought I was using a really sharp knife. I guess I was a bad whore. I used one of the duller butter knives, but the prongs from the fork certainly hurt thrusting in and out of my cunt. There was some blood. It was a painful call, but luckily for me it only lasted 20 minutes. What would you have me do to myself on a call?
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My Job As A Milf Phone Sex Whore
I was talking to a man earlier; he called and took a few guesses about my little ones. I told him the real numbers and he was pleased with the outcome. He wanted me to describe myself, and I was happy to tell him about my big pierced tits, and my hair for pulling too. He was pleased with that as well…and he was happy to know I was home alone. My little ones had already been dropped off at their desired location for the day so their Mommy can start being a whore. He wanted to hire me but needed to know all about the work I’d done previously. I told him that as a whore I had previously worked under a desk, sucking my bosses cock during the day then putting in overtime hours afterward. Overtime you might ask? Well that includes teaching my oldest daughter how to take cock, just like her Mommy. And then the youngest, well they mostly cry and the one who can talk begs for mercy but she won’t get any!
Submissive Slut Faces Her Worst Fear
A submissive slut does what is asked of her, even if it scares the piss out of her. I was a very bad slave. I spit out Master’s cum because it tasted nasty from the asparagus he ate for lunch. I had to be punished. My punishment was extreme. He hauled my ass to a graveyard. I hate graveyards. They scare me. He knows that. He knows all my fears. When we arrived, I saw him slip some money to a grounds keeper. The next thing I knew I was being forced into a coffin. No ordinary coffin either. This one had a fresh stiff in it. I went into full panic mode. Hyper ventilating, shaking uncontrollably, even pissing on myself. When the coffin shut, I started screaming, pleading for forgiveness. The smell of death made me sick. I could hear Master laughing on the outside. My fear amused him. I have not been in a coffin for a very long time. This was my first time with a dead body. My last offense was far more egregious, but here I was being punished like I bit his cock off. I lost count of time. It felt like I was in there for days, but it was only a couple hours according to Master. When he opened the coffin door, I was drenched in sweat. My finger nails were broken and bloody from trying to claw myself out. I smelled like piss and vomit, but I let Master skull fuck me right there. I let him fuck me on a fresh gravestone. I didn’t really let him. I misspeak. There is no letting a Master do anything. I am his property. He let me know that I needed to be a proper submissive whore at all times or I would end up dead and buried in a coffin and no one would ever find me. Master knows how to keep his bitches in line. Do you sir?
Family Gangbang
I came back from the pool with my little ones and they rushed us, making us all get on the ground. Before I knew it we were all tied up, they shoved me in a corner – I was screaming and begging so they smacked me around a few time and shoved a ball gag in my mouth. I was watching my daughters getting fucked and there was nothing I could do about it. They were crying and screaming “Mom, and Mommy” but I could literally do nothing. I was helplessly watching them getting fucked and used up. And then my line of vision was blocked and a cock was in my face. He was pissing on me but pushing his dick down my throat as he did it, making me take it all and choke and slobber all over it like a pathetic slut. This is what a real bad Mommy needs, isn’t it? Flaunting my little ones around and putting myself on display. What did I expect? Now my whores feel like the stupid cunts they are, and we’re all used up and covered in cum.
Submissive Whore for Toilet Play
Submissive whore. Stupid cunt. Pet. Property. Slut. Bitch. Piece of meat. Dumb twat. Slave. Servant. Concubine. Fuck toy. Punching bang. Human waste. Toilet. Tramp. Piece of shit. Fat. Dumb. Loser. Those are just a few of my pet names from my Master. I answer to them all. What he calls me, dictates my day. Today, he called me toilet. I knew what that meant. I was at my desk typing up some legal briefs when I heard him yell for his special toilet. I put down what I was doing, walked into his office and laid on his desk with my head hanging down to accept his cock. He unzipped his pants, inserted his dick in my mouth and pissed down my throat. He pinched my nose so that I would be forced to swallow his urine. He had asparagus for lunch. He knows how much I hate that; it makes his pee extra smelly. I swear he drank a gallon of water before relieving himself in my mouth. Today I was his piss whore. A couple hours later he yelled for his piss whore, but this time he relieved himself up my ass. I had to ride the subway home smelling like a dirty homeless man. Today I was his piss whore, tomorrow I may be his punching bag. Not sure which I dread more.