Submissive phone sex is what I do best. I was brought into this world to be a whore and I will go out of this world as a whore. I had a close call this week. I thought I might have been leaving this world sooner than expected. I hooked up with a much younger master. Turns out he was not into BDSM as much as snuff. His fantasy was always to kill a mature woman. If I had known that I never would have met with the guy. We had agreed to some rape fantasy play and bondage. He tied me up and fucked me, but then he went off script and started kicking me and slapping me. He was calling me by a different name. I could only assume he was in some deep trance and thought I was the mother who fucked him up. He had such rage in his eyes and in his voice. I was scared. So scared, I pissed myself. I thought he was going to kill me. As I was tied up, he told me he wanted to kill his mother. I thought it was a joke, but once he started kicking me and beating me, I realized I might die. I tried to reason with him saying that Tinder would investigate and be able to match him as likely the last person who saw me alive. Reason was not working with him. I struggled to get free; he knew what he was doing when he tied those knots. The only reason I am alive is because my daughter came home early from school and kicked his ass. She is a tough little shit. She went psycho on him, and he fled the house. She then laughed at me and told me she should leave me tied up and bleeding for being such a stupid submissive slut. Maybe she is right. Maybe I deserved to die. What do you think?
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Submissive Phone Sex or Snuff?
Cock worshiping slut Jessica
I had the time of my life last night, getting filled with hot cum. My son surprised me by inviting a bunch of his friends over to fuck me. He knows that his whore mommy is nothing but a cock worshiping slut and he loves to watch me get used. The evening started off kind of slow as we waited for his friends to get there but before I knew it, I was sprawled across my kitchen island, legs spread wide open with a hard cock in each hole. My son jerked his dick while he watched his friend’s destroy my sloppy, wet fuck holes. I hung my head off of the edge of the counter top so that they could fuck my mouth. As they each finished fucking me, they pullled out and shot their cream all over my face and tits. This mommy was a sticky mess but I can’t wait to do it again!
Bondage Whore Bernice
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.
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.
















