Tag: teen phone sex
Slave training begun as a homeless teen picked up by a perv
A High school teacher took me in when I was a homeless teen. My parents were drunken alcoholics and I was super troubled. My grades were terrible and my clothes were generations old. I was still wearing dresses from grad school. I looked like a sleazy cheap whore. I was told by him that I needed structure and he was going to teach me through Slave training. Dinner time meant me under the table on my knees eating his cum while he enjoyed a hot dinner, I served. I had to milk his old saggy balls 6 times before bed.. then rock his world to sleep and use my cunt to swallow his 7th load.
At that age, my hormones were raging anyway so it didn’t feel like an obligation. I enjoyed every moment of Master’s cock sliding in and out of my young fertile cunt. It felt good to finally have access to the finer things. I was groomed by Mr. Oswald who was 30 years older than me to be a Teen Submissive slut that tended to his needs. A wardrobe? I didn’t have one. I didn’t need one, because Daddy said I should embrace my beautiful body.
I’ve always been sort of, flat-chested. I learned from Master that old perverts like girls with smaller tits! This is why I never got breast implants. I like that I will always look so young, weighing just 108 pounds 5ft 4 inches tall, and wearing a 34 A cup bra gets me all the attention I need. I prefer older men with their lives together anyways… Older men know how to take care of a Bondage whore like me, in more ways than 1.
Begging for pain
I am such a submissive whore; I am the definition of a subby pet. One of my proudest examples of being submissive is that my holes are so gaped. I am so proud of my little holes stretching out so big because I get so much cock. All I do is get pounded, stretched out, and made to eat so much jizz. Ever since I’ve gotten into a more submissive role, I only wanted structure and pain. My enslaver keeps me so high and makes me do so much drugs to be an obedient cum whore. Watch me beg master for some more pain. It’s like I was born to be his property. The only way to be a good subby slut is by submitting and enjoying the pain. I am the number one fan of my master and I never say no to his orders
You’re submissive whore
I am getting acclimated to being a submissive whore. Whenever he comes over and puts his hands around my neck, I know he won’t stop until I’m almost unresponsive. So I’ve learned to play the game and figured that I might as well enjoy it since I am living through it, and it will be my reality till I’m not here anymore. Every time I get the urge to run away and Escape, I know that he will find me and make things even worse. So instead, I let the pleasure sink and let the pain become a minor factor. When you learn to worship and become the subby slut you ought to be, everything becomes much more precise and make sense. Go ahead and stretch my holes. You own them, after all.
Dungeon call
I went down for some secret meeting. As a submissive slut I am taught by my master anything can transpire. Down to the dungeon, I went. Every time I have to go there, I am always expecting the worst sometimes it’s bad, sometimes it’s terrible other times it’s a surprise that’s not too bad. After being beaten to a bloody pulp all weekend, I dreaded what it could be. The first rule of the torture chamber is don’t complain. It doesn’t matter if you’re bleeding profusely and you’ve been beaten for hours if you complain or let it be known how unhappy you are, you will be tortured even more. all he wanted was an excellent deep blow job. The kind of Bj that will put him in the best mood ever. Immediately I went on my knees and began to worship Him and deepthroat him. As a thank you he pissed all over my face and gave me a nice slap to the face.
submissive sex for life
All the pain of him spanking me and using me and giving me submissive sex that’s all that has me in a doozy. The pain radiates through my body but I still need him I want him I’m obsessed I can’t help it I’m only for him. As he takes over my body and mind and soul and shoves his dick and me with no remorse he calls up on all his friends to use me up. The spanking the choking the abuse will never stop. I am his and only has and I belong to him for life so he’s going to always let me know with his actions that I have no say so. Now I know that I was born to be a submissive girl
Submissive whore like me need to be played with
Today I, a submissive whore, couldn’t recognize a cock that was already inside of me. Normally as I get used, even if it’s dark and I’m waking up to it by the feel, the size, the speed it’s moving. Not today though, today was a different new cock and I loved not knowing. I loved that someone just got tired of my short little skirt and decided to do something about it. I came so hard my entire body spasmed as I realized the monster inside of me was totally unrecognizable to my poor abused little pussy stretching around it. Maybe it was a habit but I found myself grabbing my ankles and staring at my thong that had been ripped off and thrown on the ground. A stranger was using me for their pleasure and all I could think was that I was grateful for the surprise, for the welcome waves of pleasure washing over me. All I wanted in that moment was to milk that fat cock dry, to be as pleasurable for him as I could be. To make him cum a half dozen times inside of me. I am a free-use whore and I have always been proud of it. However, I rarely enjoy it half as much as when a stranger uses me for the first time, as I’m made a man’s toy and he chooses when and how to play with me.
Rape phone sex fantasies haunt my dreams, let’s make them a reality…
Rape phone sex fantasies are literally all I think about. I love the idea of walking home from the store or work and being abducted by someone. My fantasies are kind of extreme though. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be sold into sex slavery, or something of the sort.
I mean, could you imagine it, a hot young girl walking down the road? Ripe for the taking, no one around, except you and your next victim? The amount of adrenaline you feel going up to the moment of capture would totally have your cock harder than it has ever been in your whole life. Aching in your pants as you reached out, grabbing me my muffled screams fell into your gloved hand and I wiggle and squirm against your strong grip trying to get away.
Imagine the rush of excitement as you bind my hands, tossing me into the back seat. A ball gag tucked firmly in my mouth to muffle any cry or scream that may escape. What would you do with me next? Do you know, do you want to plan it out together? Let’s play Sir, come show me how much danger I’m in.