This submissive whore needs a new master. My current long term master tied me up at the desk yesterday for shits and giggles then had an Alzheimer’s moment. He went home and forgot about me tied to my desk. The cleaning crew found me. I was bound and gagged to my office chair. I had pissed myself because by the time they arrived, I had been tied to that chair for almost 6 hours. I pleaded with the guys to let me go, but they saw opportunity knocking on their front door. Three black janitors stood around me like vultures plotting where to begin. I was mumbling, “please don’t,” but they didn’t care. They unzipped their pants and I almost fainted. Those were some huge cocks. Monster cocks that I was pretty sure would permanently damage my fuck holes. I have been whored out before, but not that often and certainly not to black men with anacondas for cocks. One of the guys removed my ball gag and replaced it with his cock. I felt like I was going to puke on his cock because it was so big. After a few hard thrusts, I did puke. They laughed at me, called me names and dick slapped me. It was humiliating to be owned by janitors. At least my master, as old as he may be, is a well respected lawyer. Three black blue collar workers pissed in my face before gang banging me against my will. Seriously, those monster cocks ravaged my fuck holes. They went so deep in my ass their cocks got muddy. Of course they forced their shit covered dicks down my throat making me puke some more. As they forced me to lick up the puke, they joked that I was just white trash no one cared about. Perhaps, they were right….
Tag: submissive whore
Field trip
We arrive, and per my specific instructions I exit the back seat, step to the back of the vehicle, and kneel my bare knees in the gravel. He gathers what he wants, and comes to attach my leash. He walks me like his pet to the main building.
He leads me to a corner with a small woolen blanket on the cement. Some meal is brought to me by another slave in a small metal bowl. I remembered my lesson and I sat motionless, awaiting permission to eat what was before me.
After this, he leads me out to the field. There were wonderful set ups for binding, suspending, stretching, and yoking. Hoses and wires and ropes were hung neatly everywhere, next to displays of whips, chains, sharp implements, baseball bats, and hundreds of other random objects for insertion.
He tied me up to a PVC frame, and began connecting a hose, and gathering a bucket.
“We’re going to make yo good and clean today, whore.” he stated.
He filled my pussy and my ass with hoses, fastening them on. He turned them on slow, so they steadily filled my body with freezing cold water that began oozing out from my cunt and asshole. Filling the bucket from the spring tap, he threw bucketful after bucketful of icy cold mountain water all over my body. My skin was bright pink and red, stinging hard from the cold water and air. But I was a good slut, I didn’t squeak or squirm.
Master then walked around me, grabbing the hoses and working them further and further into me, releasing bursts of water from both my love holes, till it felt I would burst. My ass and cunt began gripping and spasming, I struggled to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overpower me.
Once he was satisfied with my cleanliness, he removed the hoses, stepped to my face and said “you did well, pet. You may have your reward.” And placed his beautiful cock before my face. “You may cum with me.
He is so very good to me, I wish he was my forever master. Maybe you’ll be here somewhere, and will want to adopt me?
Odontophilia, anyone?
My Master loves my teeth. If I’ve been a good girl and used his favorite red lipstick, he ties me up and has me to lick my lips over and over while his cock grows to a size only true, uninhibited lust can bring. I make sure to bite my lip often showing him my pearly whites and he rewards me with placing my favorite vibrator right against my clit. He brings me right to the point of orgasm, and then stops. He’s a big tease, but so am I. I make sure to bite my lip continuously and flash him big smiles, encouraging him to reward me. Eventually, he demands that I open up and he rubs the head of his cock against my hyper white teeth. I can feel his cock throbbing, and when I flick my tongue out, he shoots a huge load of jizz into my mouth and onto my face. More rewards for this submissive whore!
Bdsm phone sex
I was crawling on my hands and knees like the little pathetic whore that I am. I was graveling for some attention from my master. He realized I was desperate and spit right in my dumb little cunt face. I did not bother whipping it off my eyes, in fear that it would only further upset my master. I leaned down and started kissing his feet. I needed to due my duties as a piece of shit. I had plans of cleaning his ass hole, but of course my master had more plans for me. He grabbed me by my hands and pulled me up to my feet. He binded my hands tightly behind my back and did the same to my ankles. I wanted to ball, because the rope was cutting deep into my skin. He put a gag in my mouth and proceeded to coat me in his warm urine. I am a filthy piss whore, I guess now he will finally reward me withhis attention.
The Future is Bleak for This Bondage Whore
The world for a bondage whore is much different today than it was a few decades ago. My current master is aging out for our bondage games. I feel like a relic in the modern fetish world searching for a new full time master. I got into phone sex to test the waters; get an idea of what the future holds for me. This bondage whore has a bleak future. My current master has supported me financially for decades now. Our bondage games have always been shrouded in respect too. Safe words always honored; my limits respected. I started a FetLife profile so I could meet men looking for a bondage whore in hopes that I may find a new master much like my current one. I have decide that I have to give up on this notion that things can be the way they were in the past. I’m never going to find a benevolent master like I have now. He has spoiled me. He is the only full time master I have ever known. Every man I have met in the past several months who claimed to be into bondage and submission games lied to me. All they want to do is abuse and degrade me with no cloak of safety or respect. Since I am a true, old school submissive, I have no choice but to submit even when my code words are not honored. Ted was a man I thought might be into bondage as much as my current master, until he tied me up on his couch and left me there for two days. When he came back he found that I had pissed and shit on his couch, which he didn’t like. I was released, but forced to lick up his couch while he fucked my ass and called me names. Ultimate degradation. I didn’t fight too much; actually not at all because this submissive whore needs to except the current world order. I have no control or power in our BDSM relationship.