My master sees me only like a worthless Submissive Whore there for him to use and I love knowing he thinks so highly of me to be good enough for him to use. My master is tall and handsome with a big fat hard cock I worship. When he feels like spitting on my face and calls me a cum dumpster, I feel lucky because I get to taste him, and I pretend that he kissed me. His favorite thing to do is to mount me and face fuck me until my pass out, just to wake me up by slapping me with his cock. I feel unworthy of him and so I lick and suck as hard and deep as I can. When he rubs his asshole on my lips, I know it is Prostate milking time, it is part of my training. I get so wet when I lick his asshole and stick my tongue deep until I can massage his prostate. I get to look up and see my master jack his cock on my face. I can barely breathe. But all my master has to worry about is using me until he cums hard all over me. When he does he loves spraying my face just like he does when he pisses on me.
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Soft bondage gets me over the edge just like any hard dick
Strapped down with a brush slipping over my tits and teasing me until I’m a discomforted mess, I knew I couldn’t ask for anything different than soft bondage. I risk everything every day, and every dangerous moment or breath I give to someone else makes it all feel worth it. I take great bliss in the uncomfortable, in being teased and used. I feel amazing when I can barely breathe and my every nerve is singing at me. I need to be used and somehow this guy knew exactly what he had to do to get me down on the table with straps tied up all over me. My legs spread, my juices leaking onto the table with every tease, my naked body the showpiece for him and his friends. He’s got others staring at me, using me, appeasing their own whims while pushing me past boundaries I didn’t know I had. Too bad those boundaries will be gone by the time they’re done using their submissive whore, just a memory of a stuck-up girl I didn’t know I was. I’m always pushing further, growing more into myself and becoming kinkier. Every day is another step into a taboo-less valley of urges and desires met at every turn. I’m grateful for the experience, even if every touch and tease and abuse brings me just a little further from my husband. I used to be such a nice and cute girl, a wallflower without the slightest idea what this kind of world was like. Maybe that’s why I got addicted so fast, why my urges exploded and the next thing I knew my pussy was my main attraction and my pretty fast was no longer important. Fuck, I need this, I need to be treated like the whore I really am. It makes me feel so real and in the moment to be tortured, even if just a little. I can’t get anything like this with my normal husband, even if I wish he’d change his ways and realize what a submissive slut like me needs.
Bondage and Submission Cock Worship Weekend
Bondage and submission cock worship is a thing I enjoy. Being tied up and forced to submit to sucking over a hundred cocks off over the course of an evening. This is what last night brought me. My Master really knew what I loved the most.
Being humiliated with cocks in my face is a hot time. My face and mouth was plastered in sperm and even piss. My face was a cum dumpster for over a hundred cocks. Sometimes multiple uses of my face for some of these guys.
These guys couldn’t get enough of my filthy subby slut mouth and face. Draining their balls and hosing their piss out all over a filthy naked sub piggy.
I still smell the stench of all that ball batter and urine in my nostrils. The remainders of a bukkake drenched night is lingering in the air around me. I am indeed a filthy pig submissive for ball juice.
Bondage Phone Sex is So Popular That I Spend Most of My Life Tied Up
Bondage phone sex is popular. I have lots of stories going back to when I was a little girl. I guess you could say that I have spent most of my life tied up. Master loves tying me to my office chair. He finds it amusing to watch me struggle to do my work for him tied up like that. This day, he left the office with me tied to the chair. He never leaves me tied up. He may go to the bathroom. He may go down and check the mail. But yesterday, he left me for hours. Hours. I was still tied to the chair when the janitor came in. I do not like that guy. He is super pervy. He pulled his cock out of his pants and forced his dick into my mouth. I love cock worshiping my master, but this was not master. This was the help. I know I am the help too, but this was not master. This was not one of his friends. This was the pervy old janitor taking advantage of a situation. I knew my master would not be happy. But I was tied tightly to the chair. There was nothing I could do. I was paralyzed in a way. The janitor shot his old nasty load of spunk all over my face and left me tied up. I pleaded with him to untie me. I thought master had forgotten about me or got in a car wreck or something. It was not like him to just leave the building like that. I had to pee. The janitor just laughed at me and told me I was not his problem. When master came back and saw me, he was not upset. He laughed at his submissive whore. I had cum on my face and in my hair. I had pissed myself too. Turns out master paid the janitor to abuse me like that. I was surprised. Master rarely likes to share his prized slave.
Cum slut phone sex Whore needs more
Being a cum slut phone sex whore leads me open to so much good stuff. Like being a submissive slut and having men use me at their pleasure. There is nothing better than knowing a man want to use me for my purpose of serving his pleasures. Last week I was I was out shopping and I saw this guy following me. I understand why men feel they need to keep a distances these days since the whole women’s complaining movement but I was cutting my eyes at him in the most inviting way. I’m sure more bitches wouldn’t be snuffed if they realized how our only purpose is to serve the man. The good book says so. Well after following me around a few clothes racks I started to head to the changing rooms, knowing he would follow. When he came around the corner and saw me on my knees his rod instantly came alive. Maybe there way a hole in his pants or maybe he actually unzipped them but that stiff prick seemed to pop out automatically like a jack in the box. And I, just being a whole in the wall was drawn to that dick like a bee to honey. Before I knew it he had zipped up and walked away, leaving my belly full of the creamy white cum I so desired.