Submissive sex is what I was born to do. I was born into this word to service men. I like being in a committed master servant relationship. I need a strong male to keep me in place. Master does not usually share me, but he did this weekend. I was not sure why at first. He said he needed money. I did not think that he did, but with the shut down, I did not question him. The man he loaned me to for the weekend had some special requests. I had to wear a French maid outfit. I had to have red nails and toes too. I can rock the slutty maid look. I was with this guy for slave training. Master thinks I went soft over the past year. I did not go soft. I just supplemented my horny needs with some cock I did not have permission to fuck. This guy who was my weekend manager was skilled in humiliation and punishment. The very first thing I had to do for him was clean his filthy toilet. Not with a toilet brush either. I was the toilet brush. He made sure to piss on the seat and leave his curly gray pubes all over the rim. I did my best to be his human toilet without gagging or complaining. I am seasoned enough to know things only get worse when I do. Once I cleaned the toilet, I felt some relief thinking anything else would not be as bad. He had several dirty toilet brushes. I had to swallow them and fuck them. I was double penetrated with dirty wet toilet brushes. All weekend I had to do similar tasks. Humiliating tasks that reminded me what a submissive whore I really am. I do not think I will ever forget that I am after this weekend.
Tag: slave training
Submissive Slut On the 4th
For a submissive slut like me, summertime means that I will be wearing a tiny bikini all summer while I serve Master and his friends out by the pool. Well, if he even permits me to wear anything at all. Sometimes he likes me to be naked at all times in case he or one of his friends gets in the mood to fuck me. I just never know when someone is going to come up behind me and bend me over or grab me and push me down onto my knees. I used to resist, but they would just fuck my holes anyway. Since I knew it was going to happen anyway, I just learned to enjoy it.
Today is the 4th, but Master had his party yesterday. It was an all day event and by the end of it, all of my holes were sore. Even the back of my throat was sore from all of the throat fucking that went on. Do you want to know all the dirty stuff that they did to me yesterday? You should call me while it’s fresh in my mind so I can tell you everything. I’m ready and waiting for you, Sir.
Slave Training Phone Slut
When you pick me as your submissive mistress, you don’t even have to worry about putting me through slave training. That is, unless there’s something very specific that you want me to do for you. I have been owned by a Master for a while and he has taught me to be a good slave and I pride myself on that. And if you’re not sure exactly what you want from me, that’s okay. I would love to tell you stories of how my Master whipped me (literally) into shape. I was a bit wild so it took him a while, but he did a really great job.
I now know that my place in this world is at the feet of real, dominant men just like you. I don’t even try to pretend like I could ever be anything else. I submit willingly and I am thankful for every single opportunity I have to please you. My Master always told me that I might as well get used to being submissive because it was the only thing I’d ever be any good at and now, I agree. If you want to see for yourself, please consider calling me. I can’t wait to get a chance to make you happy.
I “Escaped” A Traffick Jam

I had a young, tight pussy the first time I was sold to another man and fucked sensless. It was such an intense experience, I don’t know if any retelling will do it justice, but I’m going to try. Blindfolded, and tied down, I was sweating. The room was warm. I could see the glow of candles around the edges of my blinder. My naked body shivered every single time his breath caressed the inside of my thigh.
I was terrified, but I’d been told if I begged him not to hurt me, he’d hurt me real bad. My innocent pussy was pooling drool on the sheets below me. He laughed when he saw, letting the flogger kiss over my soft skin again. He beat me hard. I tried not to cry out; the ball gag in my mouth really helped with that. He mounted me then, without grace. I lost my virginity to a man who’s face I never even saw.
I’ll never forget the way his cock ripped into me, and the way I screamed against the red rubber ring in my mouth. He slapped me, hard. I wasn’t supposed to scream.
I couldn’t help myself. I was rescued from a trafficking ring, and I’ve tried living a “normal” life. All I’ve gotten is three rugrats, and three failed marriages to abusive fuck face men because all I can do is serve. The therapists I used to go see say I have Stockholm syndrome.




















