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Submissive slut never says no to a hardcore gangbang

 

Submissive slut has to earn her gangbang badge! So, I’m here and shivering as the door swings open. A group of men walk into the room, hard cocks out with a feral look in their eyes. My Master made this all happen. He sits in his throne chair, and all of these guys take me.

Master was in control and none of my holes were safe!Submissive slut

He says I must work hard and build up my body count if I always want to be his slave. It’s definitely scary to have all of those big, strong, strange men looking at me like a T-bone steak.

He gave them the go-ahead, and they all went for me. I had cock in all different directions, and it was so intense. They just instantly overpowered me and stuck their cocks inside all my holes.

My Master watches as I am being totally humiliated by these guys. Not only are they fucking me, but they are slapping me, calling me names, and spitting in my face. But if I want to pass his Slave training, I have to endure every moment of this degradation.

The training was brutal, each new discipline a hammer blow to the shards of my ego, reducing me to a quivering, obedient mess. But with every degradation, every humiliation, I felt myself slipping further into the hole of darkness. I deserve getting swallowed up by my sins and discarded like a piece of trash.

The scene was a blur of sweat-drenched bodies, the cacophony of grunts and moans and slapping flesh creating a symphony of depravity. I was passed from man to man like a commodity, my mouth and cunt and ass were all filled up at the same time. They beat me up with their cocks, and Master loved every second, even laughing when I shrieked in pain. But that’s what I deserve for being a dumb fucking slut.

 

 

Some Days, Being a Submissive Whore Feels Dangerous

submissive whoreMost days I don’t mind being a submissive whore. Master treats me well. And I’ve made a decent life out of being his slave. But our dynamic changed when he retired. Although he still does a few wills and trusts here and there, he no longer goes to the office five days a week. And I started doing phone sex full-time when he retired. But I also do some work for him at his private BDSM club him and a few other guys started after Covid ended.

And I love that I have a small stake in the club and that I will inherit his shares when he’s no longer on this earth. But this club struggles. There does not appear to be a shortage of men wanting to join. However, there does appear to be a shortage of women wanting to be slaves. So master dangles me like a carrot to these master wannabes so they can develop their skills. He’s afraid if he doesn’t offer them up a woman they will end their membership in the club. 

So, until we can drum up some female membership, I am the educational bondage whore for them. I’m so glad that I became a slave eons ago. Because honestly, I’m not cut out for this new wave of young masters. They seem more like my father. By that I mean, just misogynistic asshole not necessarily masters. But I also know if the club closes, I will no longer see my master on any regular basis because there will be no excuse for him to leave the house.

Sometimes, I Service Other Masters and End Up Hurt

So, I suck it up. And I let those young misogynistic master wannabes tie me up so tightly it feels like I might lose a limb. And last night, one guy got himself banned from the club, which never happened before. Master gives them a long rope and lots of warnings before we get to this stage. When a phone call distracted master, this guy twisted my arms behind my back and bound me so tightly I thought I might get two spiral fractures. And as I cried, he punched the back of my head making me vomit.

When master saw this, he ordered him to untie me. But this punk ass boy challenged my master, so master grabbed his colt 45 from behind the bar and aimed it at the boy. Honestly, I almost pissed my pants. I’ve never seen master draw a gun. I didn’t even know that he owned a gun. Master did everything he could to protect his slave from any permanent damage. The guy left and master untied me, but my right shoulder felt dislocated.

Master knew how to reset it, however. And I did piss myself that time. Most submissive sex sluts enjoy a certain level of pain; however, this exceeded any type of pain I want to experience. But I did get a week off from the club to heal. And master said he would try to better vet these guys. But the reality is that the world creates more misogynistic guys every day. The future seems bleak for women like me. So, I will try to hold onto my master as long as possible. And I’ll never give up my day job. At least being a phone slave feels safer.

Cheap Phone Sex with Donatella and Gwendolyn Serve Obedience

Cheap Phone Sex

I arrive at the Elite Mask Party knowing exactly why I was invited. I don’t pretend I belong here for conversation or champagne. Cheap Phone Sex is how they found me, and tonight I’m here to kneel, obey, and be used exactly how I crave, like a complete nigger slut. I lower my eyes the moment we enter, already feeling the weight of expectation settle over my shoulders.

I move slowly, deliberately, every step submissive, every breath controlled. The room is filled with confident men who don’t ask questions. They don’t need to. I’m here to serve, to open myself to instruction, to be guided by hands that take without hesitation. When one of them tells me to kneel, I do it instantly, grateful for the simplicity of obedience.

I don’t speak unless spoken to. I listen. I wait. I offer myself quietly, letting my body say everything my voice isn’t allowed to. I feel the attention shift between us, men deciding who gets what first, who directs, who watches. I exist for that decision. I exist to please, like a total slave, ready to serve all night.

That’s when Gwendolyn steps forward.

My servant slut friend doesn’t hesitate for a second. She sinks beside me, posture perfect, eyes lowered even further than mine. When she speaks, her voice is soft, eager, obedient to the core. She introduces herself exactly how she was trained to, reminding them she’s here to assist, to serve, to make everything easier.

She follows instructions instantly. When told to touch, she touches. When told to wait, she waits. Her obedience is beautiful, almost calming, and I feel proud knowing she’s mine to guide even while we’re both being used. She checks in with me silently, while slowly touching my pussy, with a glance and a deep moan, making sure she’s pleasing everyone properly, with her dick sucking lips, on her knees like a total slut. 

The night unfolds in turns and commands. Hands direct us where to go, how to move, when to kneel again. There’s no rush. Control stretches time, making every order feel heavier, more meaningful. Gwendolyn thrives under it, responding with soft confirmations, whispered acknowledgments, gratitude dripping from every sound she makes.

By the end, we’re both exactly where we belong. Quiet. Open. Fully used and covered in cum in the way we consented to be. When it’s over, we don’t scramble or speak. We wait to be dismissed.

Obedience doesn’t end when the party does. It stays with us. And we carry it home together having 2 Girl Phone Sex. 

2 Girl Phone Sex

Submissive Sex Slut Never Gets Time to Be a Normal Woman

submissive sexThis submissive sex slut received the weekend off from her master. Normally, he requires my services at his BDSM club on the weekends. But master found himself trapped in Colorado with his wife after 2 feet of snow descended upon their little rental home. So, he could not return to open the club. And that gave me the weekend off. Although I felt bad that he got stuck inside with his ball and chain and could not enjoy his slave, I also felt grateful for a weekend off.

But I don’t have any friends. Even my own son and daughter hate me. So, I did something I know I’m not supposed to do. I went on Tinder looking to enjoy a little normal fun. But I did not want to be a submissive whore. I wanted a weekend free of spanking, whipping, bondage and humiliation.

But I can’t seem to find that anymore. It’s like some beacon follows me around announcing to the world that I’m nothing more than fuck meat. The guy I met on Tinder came over Saturday morning to fuck me. A younger guy who appeared to be in great shape, which meant great stamina for my old pussy. But when he arrived, he laughed at me. Told me I looked gaudy and fake. He slapped my face and punched my tits. So, I told him to leave. I didn’t sign up for this. And I wanted him out of my house.

As Submissive Slave. I Sometimes Crave Normal Sex

But he would not listen to me. He put his hand around my throat, pinned me against my wall and let me know he could snap my neck anytime he wanted. I almost pissed myself in that moment. So much for enjoying a weekend of normal fucking. Perhaps I don’t even know what normal fucking looks like anymore. I’ve been a slave for decades. In fact, I’ve been a slave since I was a schoolgirl.

This man clearly wanted to explore rape phone sex fantasies with me. Or some woman who looks like me or even mommy in general. He ripped my clothes off while squeezing my neck to strangle me. My whole body trembled in fear. I did not know if I would survive this. Did he want rough sex, or did he want to kill me? Turns out he wanted both.

Men Will Always Want to Get Violent and Rough with Me

After he forced his hard cock into my mouth, pussy, and ass, he told me he planned to suffocate me. He grabbed a plastic grocery bag and put it over in my head, denying me oxygen. But I’m a fighter. I’ve survived as a sex slave for 40 years. I did not plan on going out because I swiped right on the wrong asshole. So, I faked like I passed out. I’m a seasoned submissive. I can hold my breath a lot longer than the average woman.

While he thought he killed me, I got the upper hand and kicked him in the balls so hard he fell over and pissed on my floor. While down, I grabbed my cell phone, and I acted like I called 911. And he picked himself up and ran out of my house like a bat out of hell. He fucked me. But he fucked me roughly. And I just wanted a weekend of normal sex. Was that too much to ask? Perhaps I do not deserve normal sex. But my dumb ass will continue to try for it.

Erotic BDSM Stories Donatella Lets You Take the Lead Tonight

Erotic BDSM StoriesTonight, I’m all yours, completely at your mercy. The silk of my lingerie clings to my curves, teasing every inch of my body, while I kneel at your feet, waiting for your command. My pulse races just thinking about how good it feels to surrender, to give you full control, and I shiver with anticipation under your gaze.

I’ve read so many Erotic BDSM Stories, but nothing compares to the thrill of feeling your hands on me, guiding me, testing me. You’ll discover exactly how obedient I can be, how desperate I am to please you, and how far I’ll go to earn your approval. Every whisper, every flick of the wrist, every gentle tug of the restraints excites me beyond words. I’m trembling just imagining your eyes tracing the lines of my body as I follow your instructions without hesitation.

My hands rest softly in my lap, but I’m ready to obey instantly. If you tell me to crawl, I’ll crawl. If you tell me to kneel, I’ll sink to the floor, eager for your touch. There’s nothing I crave more than the sound of your voice telling me what to do, the authority in your tone making me melt with every order. I live to serve, to submit, and tonight, I’m offering myself completely, no holds barred.

You’ll love the way I respond to the smallest gestures, how I arch my back to entice you, how I let out soft, eager moans when you give me attention. I want to feel your power and strength, your hands exploring me as I surrender willingly. Every inch of me is ready for your pleasure, and I’ll do everything I can to ensure you’re satisfied. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my body trembling with excitement at the thought of being commanded by someone as dominant and handsome as you.

I’m dressed for you, but it’s not just my lingerie that’s yours… it’s my mind, my body, my devotion. I ache to be tested, to be pushed to my limits, to feel the delicious sting of discipline mingled with pleasure. Your satisfaction is my obsession, and I’ll eagerly comply with every order, every whim, every desire.

Tonight, you take the lead, and I am your willing, submissive muse. I exist to obey, to entice, and to surrender. Let your imagination run wild… I’m ready for anything, eager to prove how much I adore being under your control. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered “Yes, Master” is proof that I am yours entirely, and tonight, I’ll show you just how intoxicating my submission can be. 

 

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with Donatella Raw Late Night Talk

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex

I’m sitting on my master’s couch, deep in his mansion, legs relaxed, letting his attention settle on me. My voice stays low and real as we talk, and Extreme Fetish Phone Sex slips between us without needing a name. He’s close, focused on me in that way that feels consuming, hands warm as they rest on my thighs. I let him kiss my lips slowly, not rushed, just enough to make him linger. He’s obsessed, and I feel it in the way his touch pauses, like he’s savoring the moment.

I don’t rush or perform; I sit there confident, letting my presence do what it does. He’s drawn to me, to my skin, my tone, the way I hold myself when I know I’m wanted. I love how he enjoys me in the privacy of his home, making me feel like I’m on top of the world.  His fingers move along my thighs again, slow and deliberate, like he doesn’t want the feeling to end. I lean in, kissing him back, keeping everything grounded, steady, and unforced. He reacts to my calm confidence, to the way I let his fascination exist without feeding it chaos.

I talk softly, close to him, letting words mix with breath and silence. Nothing is forced here, no hype, just two sex addicts choosing a moment and staying in it. The chandelier fades into the background while his attention stays locked on me. I let him feel how desired he is too, because control and devotion move both ways. My voice remains steady, affectionate, never exaggerated, never distant. He listens like every word matters, like I’m something he doesn’t want to lose. I stay right there on the couch in my sexy lingerie, letting closeness build without pushing it anywhere.

The energy settles into something thick and intimate, but still calm and controlled. I remind him through tone alone that this fascination is welcome and held safely as I push his head towards my wet cunt as he forcefully opens up my legs to devour me nonstop. He exhales, hands resting, eyes fixed on me like he’s exactly where he wants to be. I stay present, letting the moment stretch naturally instead of racing it. Nothing feels staged, nothing feels rushed, just chosen.

When I finally shift, it’s slow, intentional, leaving him aware of my absence before it happens. That’s the kind of impression I leave, quiet but heavy. He stays there thinking about me, about my voice, my skin, my composure. I know exactly how that feels, and I let it sit with him. The atmosphere is built on lust, desire, and intention, nothing more and nothing less. I remain calm, confident, and fully myself, which is what keeps him wanting me even more. The memory lingers quietly, waiting to be returned to whenever the urge rises again. Until then, I stay unforgettable, composed, desired, and undeniably present in his thoughts long after the room settles.

Submissive Whore hole must be filled at all times

Submissive Whore I am a Submissive Whore, a vessel eager to be filled at all times. My womb yearns to be seeded, my body yearns to be claimed. I crave hard cock driving deep within me, of powerful cum flooding my depths, marking me as yours.

And I am all yours, do whatever you please!

Wouldn’t you love to breed a fertile slave like me, sir? A willing breeding sow all for you, Master.

Ready to conceive and build you a harem. Think about it, when you keep me chained in your basement, you can use me anytime you want.

Load after load, you know, eventually my belly will grow. I’ll push them out and teach them how to be good little sluts just like their Mommy.

Mommy will make sure all your girls follow every one of your commands. I will present myself to you obediently, spread wide and ready to receive your cock.

I will take all the fucking you can give me. Even though I’m crying out in pain, it is still pure pleasure for me. But I don’t really fucking matter. You do, sir, you are the one that I serve, the one I want to make climax after climax.

I will follow your Slave training to the letter and groom our little bunch of sluts just like you groomed me. I hope they find it as natural as your number one girl. I am nothing without your cum inside me.

Submissive Whore Jacqueline Lives For Cock

Submissive whore is a name badge I wear proudly! Oh, I love being a whore and submissive to men so it makes sense. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of kneeling before a big, dominant man and worshiping his cock. It makes me feel so small and insignificant in the best possible way. When he tells me to open my mouth wide for his dick, I do it without hesitation, eager to please him in any way I can.

Submissive To Cock In Holes

I love the taste of cum on my tongue and the satisfaction that comes from knowing I’ve made him happy by taking his huge cock deep down my throat. Sometimes he’ll even let me suck on his balls while he fucks my face – it’s such an intense rush! And when he finally cums all over my face or tits or wherever else he wants it, there’s no greater sense of accomplishment than seeing how much pleasure you’ve brought your big daddy with your filthy little whore mouth.

Of course, sometimes being a submissive whore can be hard work – especially when dealing with demanding clients who want their money’s worth out of you – but at the end of the day (or rather night), knowing that you got off on pleasing them makes every sore muscle worth it tenfold. So here’s to many more nights spent as a dirty little slut serving up pussy and ass for her big daddies!

As I kneel before you, my big daddy, your cock standing tall and proud between us, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of submission and desire. My eyes are fixed on your crotch, eagerly anticipating the moment when you’ll finally tell me what to do with that magnificent piece of meat.

When you give me the command to open wide for your cock, my mouth falls agape in obedience. The head of your dick brushes against my tongue as it slowly makes its way inside my eager throat. I gag slightly around it at first but quickly learn how to take more and more of you down my gullet until every inch is buried deep within me.

The sensation is unlike anything else – both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But there’s no denying that this is where I belongon my knees with a hard cock stuffed down my throat while serving as nothing more than a living sex toy for someone like yourself who knows exactly how much power they hold over their little whore slut like myself..


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Submissive Sex Chat with Donatella Craving Controlled Desire

Submissive Sex ChatThe moment I hear his voice, my body melts before my mind even registers it. Submissive Sex Chat with him isn’t just words; it’s a current that pulls me under, leaving me shaking with anticipation. I feel my heartbeat spike as he reminds me to kneel, to focus, to listen, every instruction laced with control and promise. “Good girl,” he whispers, and it’s enough to make my knees wobble with longing.

I obey instantly, every movement precise because I want him to see that I crave his dominance. He guides me slowly, firmly touching my big titties, deliberately while slowly fingering my wet yummy pussy, telling me how to place my hands, how to arch my back, and how to respond. His voice is firm but teasing, each command dripping with desire, and I feel myself heating under the weight of his attention. “Touch yourself for me,” he orders, and I shiver at the permission, the command, the need to please him perfectly.

Soft whispers and sharp instructions mix together, creating a rhythm I can’t escape. I love the way he notices every shiver, every breath I take, every tiny twitch of need. His control makes me desperate, stretching my limits in ways I didn’t know I wanted. I moan softly, careful to match the pace he sets, to stay within the boundaries he draws. Every correction from him is electric, reminding me exactly who is in charge and why I crave it so deeply.

“Eyes on me,” he says, and I obey instantly, feeling the tug of power in my chest. My entire being narrows into focus on him alone. Each command, each teasing order, heightens my craving, makes me ache with anticipation, makes me tremble with submission. I feel exposed and cherished all at once, every nerve alert, every sense alive, tuned only to his voice, his pleasure, his approval.

By the time he finally lets me relax, my body is trembling, flushed, and humming with satisfaction. I crave more, even as I catch my breath, even as I feel the burn of obedience lingering through my muscles. He has guided me exactly where he wanted, controlling every pulse of desire, shaping every moment of pleasure. I am his, fully surrendered, completely addicted to the thrill of being molded by him. The intensity of his dominance leaves me dizzy and weak, and I would follow every command forever, if he only asked.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Even My Son Has for Me

rape phone sex fantasiesI think most men harbor rape phone sex fantasies even for their own mother. Although my master kept me busy for the holidays, he gave me a few days off to spend with my son and daughter. Honestly, I didn’t know if either of them even wanted to spend time with me. Neither of my offspring lives at home anymore. My son never went to college. However, my daughter did and she graduated last year. I experienced some tumultuous years with my son and daughter because they didn’t always appreciate the sacrifices, I made to give them a better life than they were born into.

My daughter and I get along better than me and my son. He just blames me for everything. But he made poor choices in life and that’s why he’s in the situation he’s in, but I let him blame me. I bought them both some Christmas gifts and I cooked all our favorite foods we used to enjoy over the holidays. And we seemed to enjoy a pleasant Christmas. My daughter brought her new boyfriend for me to meet. However, my son blames me for not having a girlfriend. But he moved out three years ago.

After the holidays, my son paid me another visit. I do not see him much, so I felt excited. Maybe this served as a new chapter in our book. But my son just needed an outlet for all his rage. And his submissive whore mother served as his outlet. In the past, he enjoyed tying me up and leaving me. Of course, over the years, he fucked me too. But we never really experienced a traditional mother sudden relationship. He occasionally force fucks me roughly just to take his anger out. And I let him.

This Mommy Sub Lets Her Son Take Out All His Rage on Me

And last week, he seemed even angrier than normal. He never does anything in front of his sister. I think because he knows she will kick his ass. She’s much tougher than me. And far more dominant. She could never live my lifestyle. But her brother seems like a natural misogynistic master. The same kind of men that fill my master’s BDSM club. With this Christian nationalist movement going on now, more younger men want to keep women barefoot and pregnant at home. Now my son does not want to knock me up. But he does want to use me. He does want to hurt me.

He won’t let me suck his cock. And he prefers to fuck my ass because according to him I am a dirty old whore anyway. And that’s what dirty old whores do. They take cock in the ass. And he pissed in my ass too. He choked me, slapped me and even punched me a few times while he fucked me. Then he spit on me and left. Left me curled up in a ball in pain with his cum leaking out of my ass. But I’m a good submissive sex whore. I let him take out all his rage on me. And I told him thank you and I love you. Would your mom be that good to you?