Do you want a submissive whore for Christmas? I promise to be whatever you want or need. Master thinks I have lost my sense of place. According to him, quarantine has spoiled me. He is right. I have lost my way, so I am back on Tinder. Do not tell Master. He would be upset that I am violating stay at home orders. But am I? I am still at home. The dudes are coming to me. I make sure the men know I am a submissive woman. I know I need to get back in the game. This is the longest I have gone without some extreme humiliation and hardcore treatment. I am making up for it too. Men who do not know me, have an easier time using me. Last week, I had two different guys who helped get me back to my submissive roots. Tyler is a 25-year-old milf hater. Mommy issues, maybe. Or maybe just a young misogynistic guy. There were no pleasantries when he arrived. He stripped me naked and dragged me into my bathroom. He flushed my face in the toilet a few times until I was spitting up toilet water. Then he pissed in my face. He did not want to fuck a diseased whore (what he called me). He did want to humiliate me with some toilet sex, however. I hate bathroom play. He reminded me what a submissive slut I am. The next guy to come over was a seasoned master. He was in his late 30s and hated me at hello. Now, this guy fucked me. He fisted me too. He had no problem gaping my asshole and cunt. No problem filling me with cum too. One guy left me smelling like an outhouse. The other guy left me sitting on an ice tray for several days. I am getting back to my submissive roots quickly. I will be a good slave again by Christmas.
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My Bondage and Submission Roots
Bondage and submission is what I was put on this earth to do. Men cannot just tie up any whore. Well, they can, but not all women are willing bondage slaves. There are no consequences tying me up because I am a willing whore. I was not always, however. It is weird how the things you hated when you were young you grow up to love. I was just a little girl when my mother left me. She met a new man, and I was expendable. She knew what a mean man my father was, and she left me with him. Left me to fend for myself and she never looked back. Never came looking for me, not even when I was an adult. When I was just a peanut, daddy tied me to chairs so he could skull fuck me. Maybe he would tie me to my princess bed posters so I would not fight while he forced his cock inside my tiny pussy. When I entered my teen years, daddy upped his game. He became fearful I would runaway and leave him like my mother. He pulled me from school saying I was sick and needed to be home schooled, but he never hired anyone to home school me. He turned me into his sex slave and laid the seeds for me to become a bondage whore as an adult. He caught me once trying to escape through my bedroom window. He thought I was running away, but I just wanted out of the house. At that point it had been months since I went outside. I spent the next 4 years tied up or shackled. Daddy would whip me tied up. He would fuck me tied up. He would sodomize me with his empty beer bottles tied up. And he would let his friends fuck me tied up too. I would be left tied up for hours a day, only released to pee twice a day. I lucked out one day and got loose. I ran away, vowing never to be tied up again. We know how that turned out for me though.
Whore Spanking Phone Sex
I think you know by now that of all the submissive whores on the internet, I’m the one who loves spanking phone sex the most. While I admit that having your firm hands come down on my ass cheeks turns me on, that’s not the reason I want you to call me for spanking fun. I want you to call me because I know that spanking your whore is what makes you the happiest. I know that it’s only a bonus that I also enjoy spankings from you. I actually have a confession to make… I wonder if you’ll be mad at me? Sir, the last time you spanked me, I got so turned on that I had an orgasm. I stayed quiet and didn’t let you know because I knew that I’d only get in trouble and get spanked more. You’d already worn my tender ass out, so I didn’t think I could take more. But now that I’ve had time to think about it, I feel guilty. I didn’t deserve that orgasm because I didn’t ask you if I could have one. Are you going to spank me harder this time? If you do, I understand. It’s what I deserve.
Bondage Phone Sex for Life
I got into this sort of work because I love bondage phone sex. Men have been tying me up since I was a schoolgirl. When I was a young girl, I hated it. I was scared. My father would tie me up all day while he was at work because he feared I would run away. Eventually, I did. But I ran right into the arms of a man who liked BDSM games too. I met my master at a bondage club in NYC that my husband took me too. My master was in his 40s then. I was 19, I think. I loved being tied up by men I knew would not harm me or leave me to die. My current master was not fond of the way my husband treated me because as he said it, my husband was not a true dome. He was just a misogynistic asshole. A couple years later, I would cross paths with my master again in an underground NYC club. The second encounter changed my world. I am still a bondage whore, but now I live in California and I have a job and a salary. I am owned and I am taken care of well. I still get tied up and left in precarious situations, however. Master misses tying me up as his bondage secretary. Coronavirus has halted our fun, but he hired a guy to break into my place last night and tie me up. It was filmed too. I had no clue this was staged, and that I was not going to die. My reactions were real. My fear was real too. The hired hand dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming and bond me in the living room. I assumed for his rape phone sex fantasies, but after being left for 6 hours chained up, my master’s voice came across the answering machine telling me I was just punished for being a dirty slut. I loved every minute of every. Every 10 hours of it that I was bound up for master’s amusement made me wet.


















