As a submissive whore MILF, I love to please the younger men too. My son and some of his friends were drunk last night and partying up a storm. I asked him if I may be of service to him and his friends, thinking I could serve drinks, maybe cook some food. He ordered me to strip for them. He wanted me to provide some adult entertainment for him and his pals. This made me nervous, but I do as I am told. I started seductively peeling off my clothes and gyrating around. When I started to take my pantyhose off, my son helped by yanking them off my body and tying my hands up behind my back. I knew this would not fare well for me. Now there was a room full of horny boys and a sexy MILF tied up like a present for their cocks. My son instructed them to have their way with me. They pulled my hair while they sodomized my ass repeatedly. They rode me like cattle. Hard cocks were shoved up my ass with no lube, no tenderness, no care for my pleasure. It hurt so bad I was in tears. When I offered to serve them, I honestly didn’t think I would be gang banged, covered in cum and left passed out and abused on the living room floor. I guess even my own son sees me as nothing more than a fuck pig too.
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MILF Submissive Whore
Working Hard
My master made me work for him today. He told me he would have friends over tonight and they would be using my pussy as entertainment. He tied me up to a chair in the living room and told me I was only allowed to moan. He then blindfolded me and as his boys came over they each fingered, rubbed, and played with my pussy whenever they liked. I could not se anyone but as the voices became more so did their fun. They took turns shoving items in my pussy. Pool sticks, beer bottles, and of course their cocks. I must have been fucked by over 15 guys that night and they all flooded me with their cum. When they left my master kissed me and then left me tied up so he could fuck me. His long cock was so much different than the others and that is the only cock I craved. He even let me swallow his load since the other guys had already flooded my pussy. My master loves me so and I am so happy that he rewards me with his cum.
Submissive Whore for Extreme Female Bondage and Pain
According to my Master, the only thing better than a submissive whore, is two submissive whores. I was ordered to find him another subby MILF to play with that day. I know his type. He likes his MILFS to have a little meat on their bones and nice big natural tits. Loves a screamer. My friend Helen was perfect. She is not a full time subby like me, but she likes extreme play with the right man. Not sure my Master is the right man, but if I did not bring him a sexy MILF to play with, I would have been a black and blue MILF.
I told Helen I had a friend for her to meet; asked her to come by my office for lunch. The moment Master saw her big beautiful breasts, I no longer existed. She seemed smitten with him too. She wouldn’t be for long. Master is into extreme female bondage and pain. She was flirting with him, giving me a look of appreciation. I felt bad. But, I would sell my own daughter if Master told me to do it. When Master invited Helen into his private office, I knew she would soon regret being my friend. Didn’t take long before I heard her screaming. After an hour, Master ordered me into his sanctum. There was my friend, bound and gagged.
Her breasts were tied so tightly they were turning colors. It was clear Master had used them as punching bags. He is obsessed with boobs, but not in a good way. Not only had he turned Helen’s boobs black and blue with restraints and his fists, he had stuck hat pins through her nipples. There was my friend with mutilated breasts, a dog collar around her neck, strung up by the throat and her hands and feet restrained. She had been crying. I felt like a bad friend. My first emotion was not guilt, not even remorse for handing her over to a sadist. It was jealously. I was envious of the attention Master lavished on Helen while I was shut out of the office. I use to be his favorite girl, but he has grown bored of me.
Helen screamed, fought, showed pain. I’m more seasoned. I smile and beg for more. Master wants to hurt a bitch, but he doesn’t want her to like it. I need to learn to not show my pleasure in my pain like Helen does. I have lost a friend, but hopefully I can renew my relationship with my Master. In the meantime, maybe you can use me. Make it really hurt. Make me cry. Make me scream. Just like Master likes.
MILF Phone Sex Submissive Whore
MILF phone sex sluts aren’t only into mommy sex fantasies. Yes I am a mommy, and a nurturing one at that, but in my family, my brats control me. My son texted me while I was still at work to give me instructions for how he wanted me waiting for him when he got home. He is very particular about his orders. If I don’t follow them exactly the consequences are usually very severe. He wanted me in pantyhose waiting for him on my bed. I waited eagerly for the chance to worship his cock after a long day at school but he never showed. Instead, he had 10 of his classmates show up. He pimped me out to his school pals. I had to blow everyone of them, even the ones with short stubby dicks. I knew if I didn’t act like a submissive whore for those boy cocks, my son would whip me senseless. I devoured every cock surrounding me. Let each boy drop a load of cum on me. Even let then each fuck me, sometimes 2-3 at a time. My bed was drenched in a sea of unknown boy cream so I washed the linens. When my son came home finally, he was displeased. I didn’t know how he could be since I blew each boy’s mind and cock. He smacked me and gave me 100 lashes with a whip. My infraction? Cleaning the bed linens. A dirty fuck pig deserves nothing better than sleeping in a throff of cum. He pissed all over the bed and is making me sleep in it instead. When I wake up in the morning, I bet he will piss in my mouth and abuse me some more.
Helpless
Your young submissive whore. The bitch you can do anything you want to, I am powerless. Weak. Nothing I can do as you violate my holes. Nothing I can do as you force my little ones to do your bidding. Nothing… I will do nothing. You are in control, you own me. My little ones… they’re all yours. I’m a very bad mommy. I will cry and beg you not to hurt them, not to violate them but you and I both know I am full of shit. We both know from my wet sloppy pussy soaking wet over here that I want you to as bad as you want it. You don’t hesitate, and you make me watch. I deserve this. This is all I will ever be good for and I know it. I am to be used and then thrown away. My cunt is all I am worth, only good for breeding fucking and using as a personal cum dumpster. Here to serve and please your cock any time you may desire. I am yours. I will worship you, I will obey your every command and serve your glorious cock to its full extent. You can make me do anything. Anything your horny heart desires. I might say no, I might beg for you not to, you might hear my muffled screams as you do the unthinkable – but don’t stop, I want it. I need it, I need to be forced, I need to be serving you in my rightful place as your very own submissive whore.
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.