I am a submissive whore so I really should know better than to mouth off to my Master but sometimes I just blurt something out without thinking. Well boy did I ever fuck up this time. My Master told me to get ready and he had already picked out an outfit for me but I didn’t want to wear it because it was very uncomfortable so I just put something else on. Master of course was mad and he asked what I thought I was doing, well all I said was I’m just trying to be comfortable but I said it in a snotty tone and boy did that set him off. He was madder than I had ever seen him! He dragged me down to the basement by my hair and ripped my clothes off me. He tied me up tightly and began to torture me with water. He was hurting me and turning me on all at once and I couldn’t do anything but take it. He left me there all night long too so by the time he untied me I could barely move at all but you know what? I learned an important lesson on always doing what I am told to do.
Tag: Submissive sex
A Santa To Submit To
It’s that special time of year and all the girls think they have to be a good girl to get presents from Santa. But that’s total bullshit. If you want to get the really good stuff, you have to be a dirty little slut. Santa, or those dirty old perverted men that you’ve been fucking, will give you absolutely anything you want as long as you’re a good fuck. You can’t just be all into the vanilla fantasies. No, you have to get super nasty with them and that’s when they will make you a super happy slut.
If you’re a guy who is looking for a girl like that, you don’t have to look any further. I’m more than willing to do the things other girls won’t do. I guess you could say that I have no limits at all. I haven’t found anything that I won’t do to make a man happy. It is my duty as a woman to appease your desires and needs. So don’t worry about telling me all the taboo fantasies you have. They’ll probably just turn me on as much as they turn you on. I think we’ll have a ton of fun together. I hope that you are the incredible naughty Daddy Santa that I seek.
Submissive Phone Sex: I Do What I am Told
Submissive phone sex means I do what you tell me, even on the phone. I have many a phone master, only one real master. I try to please them all. Sometimes, what a phone master wants goes against what my real master wants, but I risk it. My Friday late night master enjoys me masturbating and exposing myself. My real master punishes me for such things. But guess what? I had an entire week at home. My real master is out of town, so I have been left to my own devices. I have been naked around the house as much as I can to please him. I have been playing with my cunt too. Masturbation is forbidden by my full-time master, but my phone master encourages it, even loves it. I tried to masturbate in front of my son, but he called me pathetic. He said I was just a desperate submissive whore needing attention. He walked away from me laughing. My son and daughter hate me. I keep trying, but they see me as desperate and pathetic. Yesterday, I had a stroke of luck. Not with my son, however. My Internet went out. I need high-speed Internet to work my phone submissive job. I called my provider and they dispatched a technician. I greeted him in just a robe. I had to make sure he fixed my Internet and didn’t run screaming from my place. He was handsome and flirty. Once I knew he was flirting with me, I felt better about exposing myself. He was younger than me, but that didn’t matter to either of us. I told him I was his to use and he did just that. He bent me over the couch and fucked my asshole. Been a long time since I have been fucked. Master would be so mad if he found out. Please, don’t tell him.
Submissive Whore To My 3 Brothers
I was raised in a household with 3 brothers, 2 were older and 1 was younger. It was my destiny to be a submissive whore since the three of them, along with my father controlled me, and my mother. Yes, my mother was also a submissive and she made sure I understood that the men of the house had completely free reign over our bodies and what we did. I was never really allowed to have boyfriends, unless they were set up with me by one of the siblings or my daddy. They usually wanted me for their own, but some occasions they would auction me off to make a few bucks off of me and for good measure as I became a woman. They wanted to be sure I was being treated like the subby slut I was, and not battered or taken advantage of by strangers, that was their place, if they so felt like it. My family didn’t treat me that way, and I was raised to respect my body despite the fact I was a subby slut for their use.