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Submissive Whore Promise To You

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This is a submissive whore’s promise to her Master. 

i promise i will do everything i can to please you Sir!

i promise to treat you with love and respect, 

i promise i will kneel at your feet.

i promise to serve your every need. 

i promise to do my best at anything you tell me.

i promise i will accept punishment when i don’t.

i promise that i will test you like you test me.

i promise to be your silly submissive phone sex slut. 

i promise to make you happy no matter what. 

Most of all my promise to you is something that i will always hold true. 

Master i will put all of my trust in you, know that to others it holds no value. 

i am your Master from the good to the bad, and this is my promise.

always and forever, 

Cydney

Submissive Whore Separates the Weak from the Strong

submissive whoreA submissive whore can take a good beating or spanking without saying ouch or crying. There is no crying in spanking. Not if you are a good bitch. Most days I go into work, it is just me and my boss, my full time Master. But today, he had a some extra bare bottoms around. He said it was Spank Me Wednesday. He wants me to retire next year. He thinks I am aging out as I approach 40, so he is searching for new paralegal slaves. He wanted my help in the interview process as a seasoned slave.

Spanking phone sexAll the prospective slaves were young, like me when I started. But, the young girls today, are not the same breed as me. They thinking being submissive is fun and games; they are duped by the “Fifty Shades of Gray,” novels. They think that is the reality of a master and servant relationship at work. It could not be any further from the truth. I am property. I am a slave in every sense. Sometimes I am forced to work chained to my desk with a ball gag in my mouth. Do you know how difficult it is to type restrained? Or answer a phone sounding like you got cock in your mouth? If I don’t do either perfectly, I am beaten, spanked, even tortured. There are no safe words for me. I work in an unsafe world.

submissive phone sexI got angered interviewing these young bimbos. I knew this was a phase for them. None of them had what it took to be a long term slave. Master was blinded by their perky little bodies. Gravity still loved them. But young girls today are so disrespectful; so self entitled. They cannot put a man’s needs and desires above their own hedonistic wants; not for long at least. When Master asked me to help with the spanking, I knew I could separate the weak from the strong. Haven been given my share of spanks in my life, I knew how to pop a wallop so it left a mark. None of those girls proved worthy of being my replacement. They were sent on their way with bright red butt cheeks, and tears in their eyes. Master looked at me and said, “Maybe I was wrong to think you could be replaced.” If I have my druthers, I will not retire anytime soon. I need to be enslaved until I die.

A Submissive Whore and a Bondage Whore Wrestle for Money

submissive whoreA submissive whore often has to step out of her comfort zone to please her Master. A few years ago I traveled to Sin City with my boss, my primary master. I accompanied him to some meetings, one in a seedy little strip club.The conversation turned to me and big tits. I was forced to expose them in the bar. Men just came up and started punching and grabbing them. One guy told my Master about an underground fight club that he could make top dollar off my tits. The catch was I had to wrestle another chick in the nude, in front of horny men making bets on which big breasted babe would emerge victorious. I didn’t think Master would go for something so crass, but when the dude told him he made thousands off his bitch and I had better tits and was a ginger, well he just saw dollar signs.

Next thing I knew, I was being oiled up stripped naked and thrown in the ring with a bondage whore who was equally clueless about how to wrestle. I tried to channel my inner Hulk Hogan for some moves to make Master proud, but I ended up just using my big tits to smack her down. Guys were chanting “Ginger Ginger,” so I knew they were rooting for me since she was a blonde bitch. My tits are natural, so they had a lot of bounce. Seeing Master beam, and adjust his trousers because of his hard on made me smile. It also made me fight harder and nastier. I grabbed her tits and gave her a painful titty twist while punching her repeatedly in the belly. I don’t think there were any rules, so I fought dirty to win. She had a tuff of pussy hair that I grabbed and twisted until I pulled it out. The bitch actually bleached her snatch fur. She wasn’t a natural blonde. I shoved her beaver pelt in her mouth as I punched her titties.

bondage whoreMoney was being thrown in the ring, the crowd of men were screaming for me to take the bitch out. My pussy was pumped, my adrenaline flowing, and I was enjoying myself more than I thought. I cornered the bitch. I saw punching bags instead of tits. I could feel the Hulk inside me. I drop kicked her, then put her in a Nelson hold, and slammed her down so hard I busted a saline bag in her left tit. I got labeled the The Boob Buster. I won that match, and many more over that weekend. Master was proud of me, which was all that mattered

I still wrestle on my Master’s whim, just often now it is men. I never win. It is more for humiliation than sport, for me at least. My humiliation is sport for men.

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Submissive Whore for Spanking Phone Sex

submissive whoreAs a submissive whore, I do what I am told. Sometimes Master pimps me out to others. Maybe he charges a fee or gives me outright as a token of appreciation for something. Last week, I accompanied him to NYC for some business. He gave me for the evening to a business associate. I wanted to ask why and what for, but that is not what a good bitch does. I accepted my uncertain fate.

I was told to be ready at 6 PM sharp and be wearing pink. I was escorted to SCONY, the Spanking Club of New York. The only one of its kind. Apparently, only couples are allowed in, no singletons allowed. My master for the night needed a bare ass to spank. The club was very old school. Based on the principles: Old-fashioned, Platonic, Traditional, Institutional, Loving And Parental discipline. Code words were used and there was even a notice about keeping out creepy behaviors. This place was going to be tame from what I was used to, almost boring. I was wrong.

spanking phone sexThey had special VIP rooms for privacy. My master for the night had nothing but pink BDSM and spanking gear for me. Told me I was “pretty in pink.” I would soon have a bright pink ass to match the gear. This master is particularly fond of bare bottom spankings, so for two hours straight, I laid across his knees while restrained and gagged so I could not squirm or cry. I wanted to though. That was a lot of spanking. That was nothing to what came next. He had a pink Cat O Nine Tails that wrecked havoc on my ass. So much so, I bled and could not sit. I felt like an American slave, instead of an S and M slave. Large gashes decorated my back side. They will take weeks to heal.

On the airplane trip home, I had to sit on a little tushy cushion, pink of course. And of course, despite my injuries, I was expected to provide my Master with membership in the mile high club. He joked that my ass looked like I tried to fuck Freddy Krueger. It certainly felt that way. Have you ever whipped a woman’s ass raw?

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Submissive Phone Sex with Rubber and Bondage

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I love being a good little submissive phone sex servant to my Dominate. To be able to fully submit to him it is more than him being able to control me. It is about us having a connection, me submitting total trust that he will know and respect my limits. It takes time to get to that point with someone. Sir Brando loves and I have been together for a while. He loves my total submission to him and decided it was time for some rubber body bag play. This can be very dangerous and extremely erotic. The way the rubber feel against the skin, and the way the bag hold and squeezes every section of my body tight, the restrains makes me so aroused.

He sucks the bag around me. Sometimes I get a mouth hole, which he plugs with his cock. Sometime he leaves me a straw to breathe through. I have to concentrate in order to control my breath through the narrow passage. He likes to make it hard to. He will take his vibrating want and place it on my clit. It feels good as he gives me intense amount of pleasure. He likes to be in control, waiting for me to beg him for permission to cum. Sometimes I pass out from the lack of oxygen to my brain as I orgasm. Luckily like my knight in shining armor he is there to save me with his oxygen tank.

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Submissive Whore Bernice’s Worst Nightmare

submissive whore bondageI have always been a submissive whore. I have had many masters over the years, some rather twisted, but I never complained. It is not my place to question what you do to me, only to serve you. Master Ted was an old school BDSM man. He had a fetish for old mental hospital restraints. Strait jackets, crib cages, facial jackets made of leather, and a slew of now illegal restraints. He had a special room that scared me to death. The old medical devices he collected were pretty much torture tools in modern society; archaic devices deemed cruel and illegal in the medicine world. He always threatened me with “the room” if I ever disobeyed him, but I never did.

One night however, he was drunk and feeling extra cruel, so he put me in “the room” for his own amusement. Not to break me. Not to punish me. Just to scare me. Just to get off at my torment. It was about fucking my mind, not breaking my spirit. I was and still am horribly afraid of being trapped in small places. Master Ted tossed me in his chamber of horrors. I was put in a straight jacket, tossed in the Utica Crib, where he bound my legs with old leather restraints and put a Texas Chainsaw Massacre looking facial restraint over my face. The face mask had chains on the inside that pulled my cheeks back forcing my mouth open. It was designed to prevent asylum patients from biting their tongues. But for me, it was meant for torture.

bdsm phone sexI was left bound, trapped and deprived of light for 48 hours. What I didn’t realize was that Master Ted was sitting in an old wheelchair most of the time with glee beating his cock as he listened to me whimper and cry, and watched me pee and shit myself. When he freed me, I was completely broken. I thought I was broke in before, but I never had been restrained that long in such a small space with no light and my mouth forced open an extended time like that. It was torture. I was dehydrated and confused. It really messed with me psychologically. The worst mind fuck a master has ever implemented on me before or since.

I guess my first mistake was letting that Master know my fears. Now that you know I am scared of being restrained in small dark areas, what would you do to me?

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Happy Fathers Day!!

 

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I was my daddy’s shadow! He was my hero! Then one day after he got into a fight with my mom she left. After that he started drinking. Drank so much he turned into a different man. He turned into his true self. He started punishing me. More than normal. He would pull my panties down and take a switch to spank my pussy lips. Now that I am older I love being a submissive whore who does exactly what her daddy or master tells her to do.

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I even dress up for my daddy. I put on a mask so he doesn’t have to look at Submissive whore face as he punishes me for fingering myself. Daddy doesn’t want my pleasing myself. This fathers day I have left my cunt un-touched for an entire week! I am struggling with not fucking myself but my daddy’s gift this year is a untouched pussy that he can punish for hours!! I want to be my daddy’s subby whore ! 

Submissive Whore Cydney Loves Spanking Phone Sex From Daddy

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Bratty bratty submissive whore I am and I love it when my Daddy gives me all kinds of spanking phone sex fun. Sometimes I even beg him for it. I love it when he swats me till my ass is black and blue. I want him to whip me hard till tears run down my face. If I cannot get him to spank me because I am a good girl I will be a naughty brat till I get my way. I will tease him and run away till I get him red in the face.
That is when Daddy give me the best punishment. I always pretend to fall, when he catches up to me I kneel at his feet and kiss them for forgiveness. He always quickly grabs me up by my ponytail and tells me that forgiveness must be earned before it is given. That made my pussy start to release its sweet juices. He threw me onto the bed with a lot of force and then lifted my skirt revealing me bare ass.

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The first swat of the paddle took my breath from my lungs. It stung and I gripped the palms of my hands hard. The second swat he ordered me to keep count. “1…2…mmmm” “Mmm is not a number,” he barked back. I smiled a little knowing that I had earned myself a couple more hard swats. I whimpered and bit my lips as I felt my ass start to glow red. He finished at 20 swats and then examined his work.
My ass was purple and I loved it. I knew it was going to take me a couple of days to recover so I was thankful Daddy had me lay at his feet. He stroked the side of my face and told me that I was a good little brat. A few days later I brought Daddy his paddle eager for another go around. He told me he was watching a show. Time to act out again. I giggled and went to get into some mischief.

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Spanking Phone Sex with a Submissive Whore: Hurt Me Daddy

Spanking phone sexSpanking phone sex anyone? Look at my round smooth bottom. It beckons you to spank it doesn’t? You wouldn’t be the only one to feel that way! When I was just a wee girl, my daddy would spank me for no reason. I never understood my infraction as a young school girl. Without provocation, Daddy would throw me over his knees, pull my little pink cotton panties off and spank my bare ass until it was bright red. I would feel his thing poking at my belly with every slap. I thought I was just an incorrigible brat, but daddy was just a dirty p man! I didn’t like it at the time, but over the years from our spanking sessions , I became a total submissive whore for Daddy, my first Master.

submissive whoreBy the time I was a teen, I would wait for Daddy to come home from work. I would wear a short skirt, no panties and be bent over so the first thing he would see when he walked through the door was the bottom he loved to spank so much. I would rub my little clitty as his hand smacked down hard on my ass, while screaming “Hurt me daddy. Hurt me daddy.” Sometimes he would let me suck his cock while giving me his special bare bottom spankings. Daddy loved to abuse his little girl, but he didn’t want to fuck me. As much as I would beg for him to fuck my ass, he just wanted to hurt it. “Worthless little whores don’t deserve the pleasure of a nice cock,” he would say. Daddy was a twat tease.

bare bottom spankingsWhen I was 18, I left home looking for men who would abuse me, but fuck me too. I got lucky. Almost all men want to spank me then fuck me then spank me some more. My boss is my new Master and he spanks me all day long. And if I am disobedient, I get rewarded, umm, I mean punished with his big hard cock rammed in my ass repeatedly. Do you want to spank me Master?

Tie Up this Submissive Whore

submissive whore CaseyI woke up. I couldn’t move. I was bound, head to foot, my mouth filled with something, muffling my attempts to cry out. My eyes were bound, and I couldn’t see anything. And then he was there, moving behind me. I heard a “slap, slap, slap” sound, seeming to be a paddle against the side of a leg, and the noise began moving in a circle around from behind me, to my left, to my front. Then, with no warning but a soft hush of air, I felt a sharp CRACK of a paddle smack against the side of my right tit! I jumped and tried to squeal, but all I could make was a *mmphf* sound through the collection of stuff covering my mouth.

I tried to shift in my bonds. I couldn’t, I was bound up so tight. But as I wriggled a bit, I found I was uncomfortable. The more I wriggled, the worse it got, and I kept wriggling to find a less painful position. As I shifted, I heard the familiar sound of a man jerking off. “That’s right, you just try to get out of those bonds, you submissive whore,” he said breathily as he stroked himself. I started writhing and fighting at my bonds, and I started crying behind my blindfold. My audible cries of discomfort and pain went basically unheard in my gag, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because soon I felt the hot stream of cum coat the blindfold and drip over my nose, clogging my holes and making it difficult to breathe.

I just love submissive phone sex, don’t you?