I was born for submissive sex. When I was a young schoolgirl, I thought I wanted to be a nurse. I had friends and I did well in school. I was a happy girl. What I did not yet know was that my mother was shielding me from my asshole daddy. One day, she left. Left us both for another life and never looked back. That day changed the course of my life forever because I became my father’s fuck toy that next day. He enslaved me. My youth was like a ripped from the headlines Lifetime movie. My father sodomized me daily. He thought fucking my ass would ensure I would not get knocked up. As I got older, he got increasingly paranoid that I was going to tell some one at school, so he kept me home. He cut me off from everyone else. No school. No friends. No doctors. In fact, he was so fearful I would runaway or go to the police, he would tie me to the bed for 10 hours a day while he was at work. Eventually, I got loose and ran away. I ran to New York City and married the first guy who was nice to me. His niceness was very short lived. He was just as awful if not worse than my father. On accident, I met my master and he saved me. Changed my life forever. I never became a nurse, but I did become a willing submissive slut and paralegal. I never married again and although I am still subservient, I have enjoyed my adult life with my master. Unlike my father, unlike my ex-husband, he has provided for me and has never beaten me or broke a bone. We have a master and servant relationship based on the BDSM principles. If you want a lifestyle sub, I am her.
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My Submissive Sex Life
Cum slut phone sex whore Jessica
I met my online date at the hotel room he told me to be at, right on time. He was a handsome, shy guy that wasn’t expecting this cum slut phone sex whore to actually show up and play with him in real life. He told me that he wanted to be tied up and tortured a little bit. Maybe some light whipping, teasing and paddling. I had just started to tie his wrists together when I heard someone step out from the bathroom. All of the sudden I was being forced to my knees and held down. The shy guy had brought along a friend. He sat on the bed, and stroked his hard cock as he watched his friend tied me to a chair, gagged and abused me. He moaned as his friend slapped me across the face and rammed his cock in my mouth. He grabbed me by the hair and forced his cock right down my throat. After watching me get my face brutally fucked by this guy for a few minutes, my shy date shot a sad little spurt of cum. When they were finished using me as a cum dumpster gutter slut, they left and left me tied up for housekeeping to find the next morning.
Submissive Slut’s Weekend
A few weeks ago, my Master told me that I was going to be his sexual hostage for an entire weekend. I’m used to being his submissive slut, but he rarely ever keeps me at his disposal for an entire 48 hours. I knew that he must be in a mood and that I was really going to get it. I walked into the bedroom that Master had turned into my slave room and saw that he’d had a medieval stockade installed. He’d been talking about it for a while, but I had no idea it was going to become a reality.
He put me in the stockade and blindfolded me. So there I was, on my knees and I couldn’t see anything. I don’t think I’d ever felt more vulnerable in my life. Of course, my mouth was still free and the first thing he made me do was suck his cock. He just walked up to me, told me to open my whore mouth, and fucked my face until he shot a load down my throat. He wasn’t gentle with me, either. There were tears rolling down my cheeks and I couldn’t even grab his cock and beg him to stop. Do you want to hear more about what happened that weekend? I’m ready to tell you, Sir!
Gasping For Air
I’m worthless, I know it and most importantly you know it. That’s why you don’t hesitate to use me, to abuse me. The moment you got your hands on me you considered for the moment making sure yours was the last cock I ever took care off. It wouldn’t be hard to do away with another whore no one would miss. And destroying the back of my throat was so pleasurable just holding your cock in place while I choked and gagged until I turned blue was a turn on wasn’t it? Laughing as I gasped for air struggling to breath. I think the only reason I was spared was because you’re going to experiment with me. To see how many times you can bring me to the brink of death and back again.


















