Submissive Whore. If you look up the term, pretty sure you will see my picture, or at the very least a clear description of my life. My mother taught me at a young age, through example, that a woman’s job was to serve men, especially her husband. I got married at 20, started birthing babies immediately as a good wife is barefoot and pregnant, right? My mother greeted my daddy when he came home from work with a Martini and his slippers. In a more modernized world, I greeted my husband after a long day of work, naked and on all fours. His slippers in my mouth, his cold beer in my ass. I would blow him while he watched Jeopardy, then go make him dinner. My ass was the TV tray for his meal. I knew not to speak during dinner, because the TV was better company than my mouth. I am just a stupid cunt with nothing important to say anyway. When it was time for bed, I would blow him again, then let him do whatever he wanted to me. Usually, I was his bondage whore in the bedroom. He would tie up my hands and feet. Men like a docile woman when ravaging their asses. My husband was brutal too. Fists, baseball bats, wine bottles… anything huge, he liked to shove up my back door. I wasn’t permitted to ever cum. Nor could I speak or cry without being beaten. Sadly, my husband died in a car accident, leaving me empty. I have a former boss who has been a good surrogate as a Master, but he is getting up there in age and not able to use and abuse me the way he could a decade ago. My oldest son is attempting to fill the void left by his father because he knows a submissive slut like his momma needs constant supervision and training. I have gone from one Master, to many. Maybe you would like to be one too?
