Submissive phone sex is all you get with me. In fact, I don’t really know how to be dominant. Guys call me expecting that I have dominated my daughter, but that goes against my nature. I just don’t know how to take the lead. I don’t know how to be in charge. I have been submissive since I was in utero. My master has never shown interest in jail bait pussy, so I never had to make that choice. I know, however, from my phone masters that my daughter needs to be used because she is tighter and younger than her mother. She needs slave training. She is nothing like her mother. She thinks I am a joke. She thinks I let men use me because I am a doormat. She doesn’t understand that I let men use me because I like being submissive. I am submissive because I think men are superior in every way. My daughter and son rule me. They could get away with murder, maybe even get away with my murder. My daughter is an unruly twat. I recognize that, but I am powerless as her submissive mother to correct her behavior. My master is uninterested in pussy more than 50 years younger than him. He is uninterested in jail bait pussy because of his law career. My son only wants to fuck his sister; he has no desire to turn her into his little bitch. He says that is what he has me for. That leaves you. You can break her young bald pussy in the proper way. She is no virgin, but she needs broken. It is going to require a certain kind of man, a very dominant kind of man. I won’t lie to you. I hope it hurts. I don’t understand girls these days thinking men owe them. Women are on this earth to take of you, nothing more, nothing less. Please help me slave train my teen whore properly?
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Training the newbies
“Harder.” I screamed. “Make it hurt.” The belt landed solidly against my naked ass. I arched with the pain of my bondage phone sex whipping, feeling my pussy getting wet. Just a few more blows and I knew I’d be coming. You were new to this. You didn’t hit with nearly as much force as Master did. I knew that if I allowed you to go easy on me, that I’d pay for it later. Trainees like you were not uncommon. In all of the years since I’d been abducted and forced into slavery, I’d seen so much young ones pass through these doors.
I began to taunt you, hoping that it would be just what you needed to really turn lose on me. I hissed ugly words between my clenched teeth. You didn’t even know how to insert a ball gag properly. “Faggot. Loser. Tiny dick.” I provoked you. Finally some emotion from you. I could see your jaw clench. Your cock was rising over the top of your leather pants. I knew you couldn’t take much more.
One more act of disobedience was all it took. You were on me like a wolf on fresh kill. You grabbed me by the throat, forcing your fuck stick down my gullet. I choked and you began to punch me as you pumped into my face. I could smell the stench of your sweaty balls as you fucked me. The bile rose in my throat but I swallowed it. You were just like the others. An evil controlling man whose penis was only hardened by abusing a helpless person.
You pulled out with the first throb of your cock. Slippery with my spit, you gripped it, jacking it. I bowed my head and waited for the shower of cum. Sluts like me were born for one reason. To take the abuse that other women refused and make it my talent. Knowing that I was dead forever to my family, what did it matter what happened to me now?
Lost
It’s been 15 years since I was kidnapped. So many years of bondage phone sex that I’ve forgotten how to be normal. I was living the good life as the trophy wife of a local businessman. A mother of two young ones. A pillar of the community. My hubby had lured me into the cuckold life that he loved. Men were always coming and going. Looking back, I wonder if this was all planned. The day I was attacked, everyone was gone. A masked man dragged me into a van and my life changed forever.
My abductor was a cruel man. He broke me, starved me, and beat me senseless. I’ll never forget the day he brought home the newspaper where my husband had me declared dead. I lost the will to live that day. He owned me now. He knew where I was weak. My fiesty side was gone. I was dead inside. I was property, like a pet. I faced the life that he forced me to live.
Six months later, it all changed. He brought home another paper where my husband was marrying my best friend. That night, I begged him to kill me. And believe me, he tried. All of his angry lust spilled out as he inflicted every horror in his dungeon upon me. I lashed me, strung me up, violated me with every object. But I felt nothing inside. I was meat. Just a pretty plaything that he could share with his friends. And somewhere along the way, my pain turned to arousal. My pussy throbs with each blow, every kick, and every vile word. I am now a submissive whore. Chained, helpless, and born to serve my master. Use me as your cum dumpster, ashtray, or footstool. I know my place. I am nobody.
Control Me
I’m very submissive. I need to be controlled. I want you to be my master. If you want me to crawl around naked on my hands and knees, I’ll do it. If you want me at your beck and call, I’ll be there. Let me suck your cock while you watch sports or your favorite TV show. This pussy will belong to you. You can fuck me in any position whenever you get ready. “No” is not in my vocabulary. If you want to pass me around to your friends, you can. I’ll fuck your friends so good, I’ll make you proud. Master, you control me. Be rude and disrespectful it makes my pussy wet. You can have any hole you want. Fuck me in my tight ass, make it hurt. I won’t complain. I need a Master that will punish me when I upset him. Bend me over and spank my ass red, I deserve it. Let me be your submissive whore.
Slave training with my master
I need to be a good submissive for my master. It is so important that I do whatever I can to please him, that is how I get my worth. He had to taught me not to eagerly grab his cock and start sucking on it if he did not offer it up to me first. He would punish me if I did that.
Now I know my duties. I have a gag in my mouth, tied up hands and feet once I get done catering to him, and a collar around my neck. I will do anything to make him happy. I put my face to the floor and my holes up in the air exposed, waiting for him wanting to acknowledge my existence.
He loves spanking me telling me how much of a dumb slut I am. I am. My holes and life is all yours master, do with what you want with me and let me make you happy.