Being a bondage whore can be dangerous. Master ties me up with care. He does not hurt me either, at least not much. It is about submission and control with us. When I go to fetish clubs, however, it can be a much different dynamic. I am a glutton for punishment. I like to go to BDSM clubs now that most are back open. Men have been out of the game for over a year. Me too, but I have less pent up anger and steam to blow off. That makes me vulnerable, but I like the not knowing. I like being in danger. This BDSM club I frequent is undergrounds. They stay off the radar because they do not follow the letter of the law. They allow the exchange of bodily fluids. They do not screen their clients either. One of these days I may be injured so badly, I end up hospitalized or worse. I was lucky I got out of the club last night on my own two feet. As a single woman in the club, I was matched up with a single man. Most clubs do not allow single males in because many are just misogynistic bullies. The one I went into a room with was just that. He did tie me up, but it was clear he had no clue what he was doing. He had no experience with bondage. When I questioned his skills, he punched me in the face. Master would never punch me. When I fell to the ground, he kicked me calling me names. He clearly hated women and was not interested in a master slave relationship. He just wanted a submissive whore to abuse. He kicked me, spit on me, and fucked me against my will. Master does not mind that I go to these clubs. He just does not want another man cumming inside his property. I had no choice. This angry stranger took total control of me. I have a broken nose and a bunch of bruises. I had to lie to master that I fell down some stairs or he would have hurt me worse.
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Slutty Submissive Whore
It was quite a long weekend for this submissive whore. You might have noticed that I wasn’t on for a few days and there’s a good reason for that. Master sold me for two days to a friend of his who wanted someone to use and abuse in any way he saw fit. Master didn’t even ask him what he planned on doing with me before he sent me over to his house. Can you believe that? I was shocked at first, but then I realized that it wasn’t really that much of a shock since I’m nothing but a piece of meat to him.
I could tell you here what Master’s friend did to me, but he doesn’t want that. He told me that I am to tell you that if you want to hear about the depravity that happened with his friend, you will have to call me and ask me about it. I think he’s making it happen that way so that I can feel humiliated and ashamed all over again. I wish he thought better of me, but he doesn’t and never will. And I know you won’t either. I’ll be waiting to tell you the entire sordid story.
Most Days I Love Being a Submissive Whore
I am a submissive whore. Most days I love to serve men. Sometimes, however, I meet a man who makes me wish I was anything but a submissive bitch. Master rented me out for the weekend. He owed this guy a favor and his slave got Covid, and he was having a party. I was told I would be greeting party guests and serving cocktails. I did that, but I was also a fuck doll and a human toilet. The men at the party were all in a Masters club. The party host’s slave was supposed to be servicing this party, not me. My guess was that she would have taken Covid over this party. I would have preferred Covid to being a pissing whore. I was not ready for this kind of party. It had been a while since I had to service this many guys at once. I would not have had to be here if she had not gotten Covid. Lucky bitch. I was in a dog collar that said “whore” and black thigh highs. Naked in high heels. As I walked by serving drinks, men were free to do anything they wanted to me. Guys grabbed my tits. They flicked their cigar ashes on my flesh. They fucked me at will. And they pissed on me whenever they wanted. I was minding my P’s and Q’s because these men would beat me with belts if I took one step out of place. My master is not so violent with me, but when he shares me, he has no say in what my rent a masters do to me. One guy pissed in his bourbon glass and made me drink it. At some point, I was told to get on all fours and put down the tray. I did what any submissive slut does. I obeyed. While down on all fours they sodomized me and pissed on me while calling me names. Apparently, I was so good they want me back next week. Dammit. Maybe I can get Covid.
Cock Worshiping Slut Bernice
I am good at cock worshiping. I may not always enjoy sucking cock, but I am a good whore. When I went to work on Friday, master was waiting for me with a special task. He had a bunch of his old cronies waiting to blow bang me. He rarely shares me, but when he does, it is never pleasant. He can be a mean old man sometimes. None of these men were under 60. Gray pubes. Old dicks. Not my ideal blow bang, but what I want never matters, right? Master tied me to my office chair My ankles were bound. My wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair. Master’s old lawyer buddies lined up to skull fuck me. Some of these legal eagles are retired. No one took a Viagra, so my jaw got sore quickly. Master told me that since I am a submissive whore, I should make a dead man cum. It felt like I was raising the dead sucking those old limp dicks. I knew if I could not get them off, it would be my fault. I channeled my best porn star moves. I felt humiliated licking on gray haired shriveled dicks. I felt like a miracle worker. I was pumping life back into those broke down dicks. I had to swallow all the old spunk too. These old dudes would hold my head down on their broke down dicks until I could not breathe. I did the best I could. I swallowed a ton of old jizz like a good cum whore. I made each old dude cum a few times. One guy I had to massage his prostate to get him hard because his dick would not get hard for anything. As a good slave, I do whatever I must do to please men.
Submissive Slut Mistress
When I first met Master, I wasn’t exactly sold on being a submissive slut. But it didn’t take him long to train me and make me realize that it was what I was meant for. Now, I absolutely love being used and abused in every single way. Over the weekend, Master brought in a bunch of guys to gang fuck me and shoot their loads all over me. He loves when I look like a glazed donut. He said it really makes me look like the whore he knows I am. And who am I to disagree? Master knows best.
But he told them to go even further than gang raping me and shooting loads on me. He told them to spit and piss on my face after they were done with me. I was a fucking mess and there was cum, spit, and piss all over the carpet when they were done with me. Of course, I had to clean that up too because Master uses me as his personal maid, too. But I was happy to be able to make him happy, as always. I’m his to use and there will never be a day when I say no to him.