I love helping out my Master’s friends! I can be a useful cum dumpster when they come over to watch a game! I make them a few drinks and stay on my knees and wait for a cock to come in front of my face! Well, you are a favorite friend of my Master, why don’t you come with me to my room! I have some ropes and toys! You join me in my room and hook me up against a wall! You rip off my bra for my tits to be in full view and my skirt to begin sucking on my sensitive skin. You gag me to keep me quiet from the others and lift my legs to wrap them around your waist! You push your cock into my cunt and fuck me at a punishing force against the wall. I drool for you and want your white seed to be spilled inside of me! I beg through my gag and wait for you to finish me off!
Tag: Submissive sex
Being a Bondage Whore is Painful
I love being a bondage whore. Bondage is much better in real life though than on the phone. That is because I struggle to tie my own knots or get my body contorted into certain positions. Master and I met at a bondage club in NYC in 2000. He loved tying me up. He said I had a body built for ropes. I am well-proportioned. I have big boobs and wide hips. Long arms and long legs. I am not double jointed though. I wish I was because then I could tie myself up or get out of the knots a man leaves me in. Over the weekend, I was playing bondage games with a man I met on Fet Life. He is married like my master to a woman who is no submissive whore. I am not sure why dominant men marry dominant women, but I am happy to be the side piece of beef that he experiments on. Tony brought all kinds of ropes. He practiced simple knots with my hands behind my back. He used a two-column tie in the beginning for a crab tie. Pretty basic. He wanted my arms behind my back in a box tie. That position always hurts my shoulders. With every rope position, he got more creative with his ties, and that meant more pain for me. A pretzel hogtie left me powerless on the floor. For that one, I was naked and exposed. All four of my limbs were pulled behind me with my wrists bound to my ankles in a position that could have left me paralyzed with one false move. I trusted this guy. He was into women like me who enjoy bondage and submission games. Once I was in a more dangerous and painful position, he left me for my son and his friends to find. They came home drunk and saw me naked and bound like a side of beef. They took advantage of the situation. They pissed on me and fucked me, and still left be bound and gagged until this morning. Now I have a dislocated shoulder and rope burns I will have to explain to my master.
I Need More Than Light Bondage!
Light bondage is for white bitches! a chocolate slave like me can handle extreme BDSM and sex that’s so rough its assault. I’m used to being treated like dark fuck meat with holes made for a superior white cock. You always bind me by my tits and twat until they’re bulging through the ropes. I want to be your nigger cum dumpster so bad that I actually enjoy when you demand that I worship your lily-white dick. If my praise doesn’t seem sincere, you punish me however you see fit. You know how much I hate nigger dick so if/when your pretty porch monkey gets out of line you let 6 big black apes fuck me pink hole. I only want your cock in my filthy nigger pussy, master. “Please don’t let those silver backs touch me and force fuck my ass” I beg as they come closer with their swinging cocks. You still let them obliterate my fuck holes with their big ass nigger dicks because that’s what darkie sluts like me are good for. It is my job to figure out what makes master happy so I hope after I get all this nigger juice out my twat I can please you again.
Submissive Whore Party Fever
A submissive whore is always the life of any party. I was invited to a party. I thought I was a guest. As it turned out, I was the free pussy and ass offered up to the real partygoers. I met this woman through my master. She is a client. We did her will and estate planning. Older woman. Old enough to be my mother. Her and my master go way to college. Back then it was rare for women to go to college. She is the daughter of old money, but she is in her 60s. She is not the kind of woman I ever would have suspected to throw a sex party. So, when I was invited, I thought it was to thank me for helping her with her legal affairs. Turns out master once again loaned me out, but he let me think that I was going to the party with him, not as a submissive sex slave. When I arrived, I was told I was overdressed. I was sent to a room to change clothes. When I saw the outfit, I realized I was not a guest. It was like an old-fashioned Playboy Bunny outfit from the 60s just sans the ears. I was walking around barely dressed serving drinks. Men were groping me. Master told me to do anything the party guests wanted. What they all wanted was to use my holes. I was free pussy and ass. They ranged in age from 25-85. And I fucked just about everyone there. Sucked a lot of cock too. More cock in one night than I am accustomed too. Master told me that my performance could bring him a lot of money. He was getting referral business based on how well I pleased these party guests. I sucked it up and swallowed load after load of cum. I was the best submissive slut I could be. I got old men hard enough to fuck my pussy and ass. Some of those men had not cum in ions. I was sore and covered in cum by the end of the party, but master was very happy with all the business I brought him. I guess a slave’s work is never done.


















