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I wasn’t always submissive.

Bondage and submissionI wasn’t always this submissive. Bondage and submission were never part of my lifestyle. I lived a life of royalty with a doting husband and sweet young ones. I never had to work. My husband asked very little of me. I didn’t realize how much I was failing at my job of being a good wife. Sometimes he would ask me for things. Like wanting me to lick his asshole or give him a gagging blow job. I just laughed at him. I’d catch him late at night looking at BDSM porn. Then came the day that I discovered his mistress, or rather his slave. He had found a submissive woman to do those things that I refused. I vomited when I saw the pics of him beating her or with her wearing a ball gag. I wanted a divorce.

Instead, he made me disappear. Or, rather, he sold me into slavery. My cruel master taunted me with the pics of the poor widower pleading for my return. Soon, he had me declared dead and collected my insurance. I am forgotten. I do not exist.  I am solely a piece of meat. A breathing carcass belonging to my Master. I’m an obedient fuck doll with orifices to be used. Nothing matters now. I can never have my life back. So, now I am that woman. That obedient slut who lives like a pet in a cage, hoping only for a few scraps and a pat on the head. Oh how I wish I would’ve taken my husband seriously and been the woman he asked me to be. But now it’s too late. I am just a BDSM whore now and I beg you for your mercy.

Slave Training and Punishment

Slave trainingMaster had me tied up and hanging from the ceiling again. He’d already spanked my ass and left welts and bruises up and down my ass and thighs. Master placed a shock collar around my throat, and demanded answers, and every time he suspected my answers were lies, he would shock the fuck out of me. My voice got very raw, very quickly. When Master finished questioning me, I thought he’d flog my ass, maybe take the whip or cat-o-nine to me. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Master called out toward the door, and in walked this smug bitch holding a fucking cattle prod! At Master’s direction, she started the prod and slowly moved it closer to my body. I shied away from it as much as the ropes would allow. The first jolt hit my inner thigh, followed quickly by one to my abdomen. I was writhing already, as Master told me that I’d been the most conniving, manipulative little whore he’d seen. She went after my ass cheek next, then my left tit, and I was screaming so much that master put the gag into my mouth. He let her hit me with it 4 more times before he sent her away, smacking her ass on the way out just to show how out-of-favor I’d fallen. I was going to have to work so hard to get back into his good graces. I only hope Master can forgive me…

Pretzel me anytime Sir

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Internally I feel very submissive. Externally my personality rejects submission. I’m not sure why I have the conflict. I love being a submissive slut. Being used, tied up, clamps, toys, orgasm denial I love it all and then some.
I went to a local Munch and met a nice couple looking to expand their horizons. The wife had been the submissive for many years and they were looking to add another sub, or just have another sub used at the Hubby’s discretion. For the first meet, we decided it would be just me and the Master (the hubby) to play and get acquainted.
I stood naked in front of him, eyes down, hands clasped together, legs slightly apart. “This is for inspection sub.” He ran his hands over my body, I think he was trying to find the most sensitive spots or what areas made me tremble. He commented on my already wet pussy and told me he might just deny my pussy any attention at all. “Yes, Sir” was my response each time. All at once, he picked me up twisted me into a pretzel and propped me up on the side of the bed, spit on my asshole and started using me. It felt so fucking good I came and he was not happy. With every pull outwards he would slap my ass then slam his thick cock deep inside my ass. I could tell when he started to get close, he was fucking me harder and harder and wouldn’t you know it, he pulled out and let out a sexy grunt and came all over my asshole. Pretzel me anytime Sir.

Punished for Masturbating

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Master caught me touching myself, which made him very angry. I’m never supposed to play with my pussy without his permission, but I was just so horny and I knew if I woke him up in the middle of the night just to ask him that, he would be very angry with me. So I took the risk, but I ended up regretting that.

Wearing nothing but my panties, I was dragged by my hair to his bedroom. He threw me to the floor and held me down by stepping on my back. The pressure of his weight made it hard for me to breathe, so there was no doubt that he was really leaning down on my chest. I must have made him furious, I grimaced. He had dug out the rope from his drawer and fastened my wrists behind me, bringing the rope around my torso.

With amazing strength, he threw me to the bed and ripped off panties. Using clothes pins, he clamped my pussy lips and nipples. The pinching was almost too much to bare! Then forcing me to roll over, stick my ass up in the air with my face buried in the blankets, he spanked me until my cheeks were throbbing and red.

He shoved his cock into my ass, making me scream. But he didn’t care because I deserved the pain for what I had done. When he was close to cumming, he tossed me back onto the ground and made me eat his cum as it fell from the tip of his dick. I have now learned my lesson about touching myself without permission!

Living the slave life

slave trainingEvery woman deserves slave training from her man. Deep down we all want to be owned and disciplined. Feminists really need a few lessons on how to treat their Master.

You turn the crank on the stretching machine and I feel my hips pulling from their sockets. I grit my teeth and try not to cry out. I deserve my punishment and Master is enjoying it immensely. I see your cock grow as you crank it again. The rope burns into my wrists and ankles. My vertebrae scream with pain. This is what I get for my disobedience. You told me not to wash my pussy after the party last night. You wanted it ripe and crusty. One of your freak colleagues was coming over to lick it clean. I cost you money.

I did not obey. I washed it and douched all of the clotted cum from inside, waxing the stubble and shaving my legs. I hated feeling all raw inside, the smelly ooze on my panties, the stench of sweat in my hair.

So I disobeyed and now I pay the price. It’s going to be a long night and you won’t stop until you tire. Tomorrow I will be a bloody, bruised pulp and it is my own fault. A worthless slut like me should always obey the Master.

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Taught Some Manners

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I was out at a party with some friends. I don’t know why, but I was in a bad mood so I was being a real brat. This guy came up to hit on me, but I kept up with that same bratty attitude. All night I made him get me drinks and complained to him. I wasn’t sure why he was sticking around, but then I started feeling a little woozy after I sipped my drink. Realizing I probably had too many, I asked him to take me home.

When I woke up, it wasn’t my house I was in. The man from the party was watching me as he stood over the bed. Dizzier than I expected, I wobbled as I stood up to ask where we were. That’s when he slapped me across the face, making me fall back onto the bed. Still dazed, I complied when he barked at me to take off my clothes.

He got naked, also, then pounced on top of me angrily as he forced my legs open with his knees and choked me with his strong hands. Shoving his cock into my dry pussy, he smacked me across the face again. He told me I needed to learn some respect and manners.

I screamed as he tore into me without mercy. Brutally throwing me to the floor, he snatched me up by the hard and jammed his dick down my throat. He fucked my face until he blew a fat load down my throat. I sure learned my lesson about being a brat!

Gangbang Phone Sex & Abduction

Gangbang phone sexThey’d abducted me. I didn’t even recognize them, so I had no idea if this was something Master wanted, or if I was really in danger. I was crying, trying hard not to make any noise, because they seemed to get really violent when I made noise. They brought me to warehouse and drug my tightly bound body inside and hung me from a hook. My naked body was being eaten alive by the tight ropes rubbing it in various places. They started slapping me across the face, the tits, the ass. They were really brutalizing the outside of my body. It was when one of them brought out a cattle prod that I got really worried. They shocked the fuck out of me on the insides of my thighs, my tits, my ass cheeks, even my throat. I thought I was dying with that last one. Then, they swung me up and one of them plowed into me. They ran a train on me, using and abusing my body, leaving me full of cum and bruises. Master walked out when they were all done, and told me that he loved me very much, and that he was very proud of me for standing up to the punishment.

Training your own submissive whore

BDSM chatLet me give you some BDSM chat lessons on how to train that disobedient cunt in your own life. I was once like her. Lazy, inattentive to your needs, spending all of your money, and fucking around and partying while you work. Quit being a pussy and put your foot down…right on her throat. Act like a man for a change. Be the King of your house.

First of all, withhold money and cock. If she bitches, tie her up and spank that bare ass hard. Make a list of daily expectations and chores. If they are not complete when you get home, throw her in a cold shower and string her up by her wrists. Your cock will get raging hard when you do this a few times, but you must NOT fuck her. Cock is a privilege now. She must beg you to be allowed to suck it.

Remove the food from the house. Take her car away. You must break this worthless bitch so you can train her. My Master used the same method on me. She will cry and beg but just like me, she will submit. Don’t be afraid to bring out that new riding crop that you’ve been dying to apply to that pretty little ass.

Once you get these basics down, you’re ready for Part II. Call me and we can talk more about it. Soon your whore will be as obedient as me.

 

Master Takes Out His Rage

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Master was upset with me, so I tried my best to diffuse the situation as best as I could. My attempts were in vain- I seemed to only make him more upset. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me across the floor and down to the basement. I tumbled down the stairs from his powerful kick. Landing like a rag doll at the foot of the stairs, I laid there, still dazed. When Master made it down, he picked me back up by the hair and forced me to kneel face down with my ass in the air. He secured the thick leather cuffs so that each wrist was attached to an ankle. With no slack in the restraints, I was stuck in this position.

Drawing his hand back, he spanked my bare ass with a powerful slap. My ass stung as my cheeks began to turn pink. Yelping with each strike, I endured the seemingly endless spanking until my ass was red hot and my nerve endings all screamed in agony. Jerking my head back, he came around and jammed his cock down my throat until he was about to blow his load. He then held my head in place so I couldn’t move around as his creamy jizz covered my face. Standing up, he lit up a cigarette, ashing it onto my ass as he let his stream of piss roll down my entire body. I’ll have to work harder not to make Master mad anymore.

Submissive Whore Obeys Master

Master brought home the deli guy today. Apparently they’ve become great friends, and Master wanted to share with his friend, since his friend always takes such good care of him. I was in my proper position when they came in, and the deli man seemed very pleased to see me so. He led me in to the bedroom and had me position myself on my hands and knees facing master. He climbed onto the bed behind me, and slammed his cock into me. Submissive WhoreHe grabbed my hip with one hand and my hair with the other, and he started beating my pussy up! He was hitting it so hard, I was hurting, and he knew it. The more he knew it hurt me, the harder he drove into me, pressing my cervix further up into my belly, and rearranging my insides to let his cock deeper. I cried out a couple of times, and Master smiled. He knew I was hurting, and he was thrilled about it. I knew Master would take care of me, though. He always does.