My Master likes to torture my feet to punish my ass! He takes just about anything that he can and turns it into a paddle on my feet! The first thing he used was a long, thin, and plastic rod as he has me hogtied so I can not get away! He shoves my panties down my throat to gag me and make me quiet as his cock grows hard at the stinging swats onto my feet! They burn like hell but my silent screams don’t stop him when he brings out a paddle. It isn’t as bad o a sting but it gets my pussy wet and he can tell! He sets my legs free and spreads me wide to shove his cock into my pussy! It feels so fucking good but I don’t get to cum because brats don’t get to cum when they don’t listen to their Master.
Tag: Submissive phone sex
Submissive Sex for Life
Submissive sex is what I am good for. Nothing else. I try to have “normal” sex with guys, and it never works. Every man I meet wants to dominate me. I understand that maybe I represent the woman that wronged them from their past or they just hate all women. But I try so hard to date, and I cannot find a guy who wants to treat me like a princess to save my life. My past few Tinder dates have been a disaster. I do have a master, but he has given me permission to date if I never forget my place with him. He is married and he will be retiring soon too, so he does not want me alone for the rest of my life. He would never sell me or give me to another master because the dominant men he knows would destroy me. I lucked out with him. In way he has been the father my own father should have been to me. Not that I have daddy issues, but my master is very benevolent to me. Sure, he ties me up, spanks me, makes me drink his piss and occasionally flogs my ass, but he bought me a house and gave me a job with benefits and pays for my health insurance too. I thought the guy I went out with last night might be like my master. He was older and paternal like my master. He did not want a good submissive whore, however. He did not want to date either. He wanted to give me a hardcore ass fucking. Like a violent ass fuck while choking me out kind of thing. Not quite as old as my master, but way more violent. Maybe it is my destiny to just be used and abused by men. What do you think?
Forced Cock Worshiping
I was begging him not to touch me anymore, but he was forcing his cock down my throat around what I was trying to say. He’d lured me to his car while I was doing some yoga at the park. I guess that watching my tight little body bend and stretch in such molded clothing was enough to make his big perverted cock throb. He had asked me to help him carry some groceries, and he looked so old and fragile I was happy to help! When he shoved me in the back seat and climbed in behind me, I knew I was in trouble. He was much bigger here in this confined space, and he held me down as he began to molest my trembling little body. I had been so sex deprived I couldn’t help but get soaking wet. When he noticed it only seemed to egg him on more. His cock was out and getting slammed down my throat as I tried to be him to stop. Again and again the head of his rock hard dick pounded against my tonsils. I tried to scream but it was no use. All I knew was cock! Then he ripped his giant meat monster from my drooling mouth and spread my legs. He pulled out a knife, cut off my panties, and smashed his huge fuck stick balls deep into my cunt! I’m almost ashamed to say I moaned.
Submissive Slut Valentine
I really did think I was the most submissive slut this side of the Mississippi, but last night I got taken to a whole new level of superior slut submission. I got myself all dressed up in red leather and lace, to better show my body off at a Valentine’s party that one my most deviant girlfriend invited me to. It sounded sketchy and very mysterious, and I’m not going to lie, that excited my whorish cunt, and my nipples were so hard they could cut glass. She wouldn’t even tell me the location. She sent a car to pick me up and when the driver arrived, he put his hand over my red lips and placed a blindfold over my eyes and said sternly, “It’s for your own safety, Miss.” I sat back and tried to assess my atmosphere. The car smelled of sex, leather and fear sweat. In a matter of moments, I felt more than one warm hand roughly grab me. I was shocked to find that I wasn’t in the limo alone. Their grips were tight and strong. I had never felt so aroused and afraid at the same time. ‘What is going to happen to me?’ I thought to myself and hadn’t realized I said it out loud until somebody immediately shoved a red ball gag in my mouth and told me to shut the fuck up like a good little whore.
What happened next is something I’d like to play out with you, Master.


















