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Submissive Sex as Donatella Gives Herself Up Completely

Submissive Sex

Submissive sex turns me into this needy, dripping mess the second I’m on my knees. My thighs are spread because you told me to, my pussy already wet and aching even though you haven’t touched me yet. I can feel how exposed I am, how easy it would be for you to take whatever you want from me.

“Knees wider.”

“Yes, Master… like this?” I push them open more, my breath shaky. I want you to see everything, want you to know how bad I need your attention.

“Hands behind your back.”

I lace my fingers together and pull my shoulders back, my chest out, my body offered. It makes me feel helpless in the hottest way, like I don’t get to protect myself from what you’re about to do to me.

“Don’t touch.”

“I won’t… even though I want to so badly.” My pussy throbs, slick and swollen, and I whine quietly because holding still is torture. I love it.

“Quiet.”

I bite my lip, swallowing the sounds, my hips twitching even though I know I shouldn’t move. Every second you deny me makes me wetter, more desperate.

“Look down.”

“Yes.” I stare at the floor, my face burning, my body on display while my mind fills with filthy thoughts about pleasing you, about being used exactly the way you want.

“Stay open.”

“I am. I promise. I’ll stay open for you as long as you want.” My thighs shake, my cunt pulsing, begging without permission.

“Hold it.”

“I’m holding it… every moan, every urge.” I feel sloppy and needy, like all I am is a body waiting to be told what to do with itself.

“Beg.”

“Please… I need you to touch me. I need your hands, your control, your permission. I’ll do anything you want, exactly how you want it.”

“Wait.”

“I’ll wait.” My voice is wrecked, my body burning, my mind blank except for you. I stay right where you left me… wet, open, aching…  knowing the longer you make me wait, the harder I’ll fall apart when you finally decide I’ve earned it.

 

Bondage Phone Sex Makes Me Excitingly Shameless

Bondage Phone Sex is what I showed up to the club for. Obviously, I’d dressed deliberately in a tight, black latex dress that barely covered my ass, with a collar around my neck that screamed “submissive.” My hair was pulled back severely, emphasizing my vulnerability.

“I’m Eliana and I’m here for the party.” I say to the Bouncer, and showing my Invite.

First he checked his list and nodded, pulling the curtain aside to reveal a world of darkness and pleasure. Then as the scent   thick with leather, sweat, and sex. Dungeon monitors in black uniforms moved silently between stations, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of distress. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with anticipation.

That’s when I saw him.

My Bondage Phone Sex Master Was Commanding Attention

He stood in the center of the room, a commanding figure in a black silk shirt and tailored slacks. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes—cold, piercing gray—seemed to see right through me. He was surrounded by three subs, all on their knees, all awaiting his command. I recognized him immediately from the online forums—Master Damien, known for his particular brand of sadism that left his subs begging for more.

As if feeling my gaze, his head turned, and those gray eyes locked onto mine. I froze, my body responding to his stare with a rush of heat that pooled between my thighs. He gave me a slow, deliberate once-over, his eyes lingering on my collar, my exposed legs, my trembling lips. Then, with a slight nod, he beckoned me forward.

Obviously My legs felt like jelly as I made my way across the room. Now conscious of every eye on me. When I reached him, I dropped to my knees immediately, my head bowed in submission.

A Submissive Whore Name Eliana

“Name?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.

“Eliana, Master,” I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“Good girl,” he said, his fingers lifting my chin so I was forced to look at him. “I’ve heard about you. The former mistress who craves submission. Tell me, Eliana, why do you think you’re worthy of my attention?”

Now swallowing hard, my mind racing. “I don’t know if I am, Master. But I’m willing to learn. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to please you.”

Bondage Phone Sex

Then a small smile played on his lips. “That’s the right answer.” He stood up, towering over me. “Stand up.”

As I rose to my feet, my body trembling with excitement and fear. He then circled me slowly, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin, making me shiver. “You have potential,” he murmured. “But potential needs to be tested.”

He led me to a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner of the room, its dark wood gleaming under the low lights. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument…

Submissive Whore Donatella Completely Under Total Control

Submissive Whore

I sink to my knees, trembling as he steps closer, his presence pressing into me. Bought and paid for for half a million dollars, every part of me aches to obey. I can’t think, I just follow.

“Look at me,” he says, voice low and rough. “You’re mine. My submissive whore. You belong to me.” His fingers brush my jaw, down my neck, resting briefly on my chest. Heat burns low, making me shiver.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, and I do without question. “Good girl. I want to see how wet you get for me.” He leans closer, whispering filthy instructions for me to follow, each one making my stomach twist and my chest tighten.

“Touch yourself for me,” he says, watching every move. “Do it exactly like I told you.” My body trembles under his gaze, every command driving me further, every whisper pulling me deeper.

When he reaches out to guide me, to tease me, to make me do exactly what he wants, I obey instantly. “Yes… just like that, My Nigger Slut,” he murmurs, and I melt, breathless, shaking, entirely his.



 

Submissive slut surrenders to her Master and still gets beat

Submissive slutA Submissive slut place is on her knees or bound for the Master. I am his to command, to bruise, to bleed. His piercing gaze saw through my façade, into the depths of my sick desires. I offered myself to him, a willing vessel for his kinky whims, aching to be dominated, to be broken and remade in his image.
And so he took me, claimed me as his own, his plaything to be used as he saw fit. At first, it was a pleasure, intense and overwhelming, as he explored every inch of my body, every crevice and cavity screaming for his touch. But as time passed, his needs grew darker, his desires more sadistic.
He wanted to see me bleed, to hear my sobs of pain. I was scared to bleed, but I knew my place and let him beat me black and blue. Mercilessly, he used his hands to pummel me and choke me. Tied me up and whipped me with his belt, and until the blood started dripping down my thigh. I am a lucky Submissive Whore to have a Master who will make me suffer so much.

Quench My Thirst with your Golden Nectar

Golden Showers are erotic. Hot piss streaming down my face, and pooling in my mouth. Golden Showers Phone Sex always turns me on. I love receiving and giving. Nuzzling against your hot hard cock for your first mornings piss, makes me feral. I love how hard a piss hard gets.

That straight out of bed, first thing in the mornings piss, is always the warmest and most pungent. The taste and aroma reminds me of the best perfume, and I love wearing it all day. It’s a reminder of what a filthy, worthless cunt I am. But I find worth in being a piss saturated whore.

I love getting fucked hard like a whore, and after a good strong orgasm, pissing all over the penis that made me cum so hard. It’s almost like my body saying thank you with that sweet golden bladder water. It is also sexy holding my piss in for hours at My masters command. Not going pee until I’m instructed to do so, or allowed. Then only being able to piss in or on someone. A mouth makes a perfect toilet.

Pissing in my holes can make me cum on command. That strong stream aimed right at my clit will drive me crazy. Think about gaping my booty hole with your cock and then filling it with your urine. Drain the dragon inside my fuck holes and shake the snake slinging all your little piss droplets all over my pretty face.

Shower me with your yummy, pungent, Golden Goodness.

Golden Showers Phone Sex

Submissive Slut Bernice Forced to Service a Family on Thanksgiving

submissive slutMaster made his submissive slut work Thanksgiving as a submissive maid. Not for him, however. He lent me out to a friend of his. Not only did master tell me to cook a huge meal for this guy and his family, but he forced me to service everybody too, including the women. This guy appears to enjoy a kinky family lifestyle. I understood I needed to take care of his sons and his two brothers. But it surprised me that he required me to take care of the women too.

Master owed this guy a favor, or he never would’ve let me be used to this extent. I can barely walk. And I struggled to make all the food turn out perfectly when men constantly slapped my ass, groped my titties and rammed their cocks in my asshole. At one point when as I made pies, the women forced me to eat their pussies. They sat on the kitchen island with their legs spread for me. If I didn’t do everything that they expected of me, they slapped me hard with spatulas or their hands.

A Submissive Slave Never Gets a Day off Not Even on Thanksgiving

This family saw me as nothing but a submissive whore. Just the hired help they could abuse, fuck and humiliate too. Although I did not expect to eat with the family, I did not think that they would put my food in the dog bowls and make me eat alongside their dogs. That served as a first for me. I guess I should just feel lucky they didn’t make me service man’s best friend. But the head of the household did require me to service everybody else under that roof.

After I ate my Thanksgiving meal from a dog bowl, I crawled under the table to suck cock and eat pussy while the rest of them enjoyed their meal I prepared. And I served as their dessert too. After everyone finished eating, they all got on all fours forcing me to toss their salads. My tongue went back and forth licking assholes, and taints. The women enjoyed pissing on me too, but pissing sex can be expected when you’re a submissive slave.

For hours, I tossed salads, ate pussies, sucked cocks and got fucked. But I guess in hindsight submissive sex seemed better than spending Thanksgiving alone. My master was with his family. My son spent it with his girlfriend‘s family. And my daughter went out of town with her boyfriend. So, I guess this dominant family who used me and stuffed me full of cock and cum at least kept me busy this Thanksgiving.

Slave Training and Owned in a DDLG Sexcapade

Slave TrainingI Love the Slave Training that Came Along with my DDLG relationship. Instructed to always look sweet and innocent because it sent his cock in a stiffening frenzy. I always wanted my Daddy Dom to have wood. He taught me to always worship his cock. Not only that But I was always to present as his little girl. Daddy’s Princess.

My Holes were to always be available

This meant there could be no more than panties covering my pussy and asshole. If My Dommy Daddy wanted to taste, tickle or fuck my holes. I needed to make it as easy and as accessible for him. In the even I act Like a brat, my ass will be spanked to the fullest. Red and sometimes purple ass cheeks changes and adjusts an attitude real quick. Especially when it’s by my dommy daddies strong ass man hands.

I Love how cock strong he is. Dom Daddy can get so forceful when he is in need of my tight fuck holes to satisfy his needs. He really does take good care of me. Dommy Daddy always kisses and fucks my holes making me cum so hard. He may be stern but it is what I need to learn. It’s always his way, or no way. I’ve found that being his little slut slave is my favorite thing. I enjoy all the training and sometimes am a brat on purpose.

Sometimes when I am such a brat. I will get tied up, restrained and forced to cum over and over. By His mouth, his hard fat strong cock, or toys. Once he spanked me over 100 times, turning my ass deep purple, and then he forced me to cum back to back. I couldn’t even move when we were done. But All that bitchy bratty attitude was fucked right out of me. Training with a Dom Daddy works!

Slave Training Gracie’s Virgin Pussy!

Slave Training

This good little virgin needs some slave training on how to be an obedient girl. She doesn’t always listen or do what she’s told. But that changes today.

I think tying her up and making her your submissive whore will really teach her a lesson. She brought on this suffering herself by not spreading her lips wide for Daddy when he said so. What doesn’t she understand about when ‘daddy wants to creampie, daddy creampies’?

I think fucking her hard and raw will really teach her the actions of her consequences. Maybe you should tie her legs apart really wide so she can’t close them.

She had it coming when she thought she had the option to not fuck her master. She’s a sex slave after all, that’s what she agreed to when I told her I would pop her cherry.

Did she not expect an ass pounding multiple times a day? My cock needs servicing, so she’d better get to sucking. 

I think it’s time to show her who is in charge and take advantage of the fact that she can’t move right now. 

Sometimes I Must Help Other Men with Slave Training

slave trainingSlave training of new pets I assist men with sometimes. Master appears to be the only one in his friend circle with a constant slave. I don’t think all Master’s friends combined have owned a slave as long as master has owned me. But I believe that’s because master seems practical. Yes, I am younger than him. But he met me in a different time before modern technology really took off. Cell phones existed, the Internet existed, but when we met nobody owned a smart phone and a few people owned computers.

Master’s friends always try to go for the new shiny young girl. Perhaps it makes them feel young again. But master never traded me in for a younger model. We aged together. But Master’s friends go after coeds who just pretend to be submissive to get their bills paid. So those types of slaves never last long because they’re not lifestyle submissives.

I help train these girls. But a submissive whore is born, not made. Sure, you can mold her into a better slave, but if it’s not her lifestyle or mentality, she will never commit to her master like I do. Although I always want to help master when he makes a request, I do believe trying to train women who are not truly submissive is silly. But I do as I’m told.

Old School Slaves Like Me Seem More Rare By the Day

So, over the weekend I met master and his friend and the young coed slave at the BDSM club to begin some training. When left alone with this girl, I asked her about her motives. She got rude with me and very disrespectful. She’s clearly out for a paycheck not service to a superior dominant man. So, I knew in that brief exchange with her I would enjoy breaking her in for her new master. Sometimes, I become annoyed at these younger girls who never seem fully committed to a man they agreed to service.

As a slave, you must commit your mind, body, and soul to your master. And you do what you’re told because you serve as the slave. You don’t hedge your bets, milk somebody’s wallet and pretend. You truly offer up your entire body and mind to this man for his pleasure. So, to give her a taste for what she might experience with her new master, I paddled the shit out of her ass. I did not intend to break the bitch. But to make her realize what the life of a submissive slut really entails.

Some Women Just Pose as Subs to Get You to Pay Their Bills

I flogged her and I pegged her. Plus, I used nipple clamps and weights on her clit and her tits. And I gave her a lot of spankings and slaps. Even pulled her hair too. This bitch needed a wakeup call. And I told her that what I did was a sliver of what to expect as a full-time slave to master John. Within an hour of me spanking and flogging her and using BDSM equipment on her tiny body she fled the building crying, saying she’s not really a slave. I knew it.

And although I thought I did master and his friend a solid by weeding out the week, neither of them seemed happy that I scared her away. So, they turned their focus on me. And now I can’t sit straight. One ass cheek feels so battered it hurts to touch it. They choked me and slapped me and fucked me hard in the ass. Spit on me, choked me some more and degraded me. I guess that’s what I get for trying to help. I just wanted that bitch to understand what she signed up for. But instead, I got punished. Perhaps, the next time I’m asked to help I’m just going to do what I’m told.

Extreme bondage play turns into a cum soaked nightmare

Extreme bondageExtreme bondage is always an intense ride, but when you don’t expect it, it can be hell. So a friend of mine set me up with a party at a millionaire’s house. When I look back, she was acting shady, but I was so dazzled by the idea that I just ignored it. I made sure to dress in something alluring, hoping to impress him.
It all happened so fast. The butler led me into a large basement room. Then the host showed up, a striking man with piercing eyes and a commanding presence. He came out naked, with a huge hard-on. When he ordered me to get naked, I did without a word. I felt so flustered and scared, but I couldn’t help but listen to his commands. He then directed me to take a seat on the floor, where he proceeded to tie me up.
The restraints were tight, cutting into my skin. I was bound, exposed, and at his mercy. He wanted to be sure that every moment I was there with him, I would suffer.
Over the hours that followed, he subjected me to an intense and relentless onslaught of sensation. Electric shocks stung my whole body. He slapped me, spit in my face. My body was his to do whatever he wanted.
He brought me to the edge of an orgasm and held me there. When he saw the tears pouring out of my eyes, he permitted me to cum, but even that was painful because he made me do it over and over. He employed every tool imaginable to heighten my arousal and prolong the experience. Whips, paddles, and Stimulators-all used with a precision that left me a soggy mess, and it made him so proud. He knew he had me forever.
I felt forced into this Slave training regime, but I knew there was no way I could resist. I am a submissive whore, and I have to stay true to that, even if the orgasms make me suffer.