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Office Submissive Whore

submissive whoreAs a submissive whore, I do things your woman refuses to do. If she turns down her husband’s request for anything, she is a bad wife in my opinion. I think Donald Trump is going to be good for women in this country who have lost their way. My master and my father instilled in me the importance of never saying no to man. Men are superior to women. Their needs are the only needs that matter. My friends know I am submissive, but they don’t know I am owned. I am paid handsomely for being a part time paralegal for my boss, who is my master. That is not because I have great legal skills. It is because I am owned and I know my place. Last week, my master had a big legal conference in the office. Him and a team of lawyers are taking on wrongful deaths in a car manufacturer lawsuit. It is big money if they win. They would all be set for life. It is in my best interest to do whatever master needs and wants because if they win this class action suit, I will be rewarded too. Master ordered me to provide some stress release and anger management to his fellow lawyers. Lawyers are very aggressive as a profession. I was told to go into the conference room naked. When his colleagues saw me, my breasts became instant punching bags. My tits were turning black and blue almost instantly. They sure were getting their aggression out by beating the crap out of me and force fucking my ass. I just bent over the conference table and took it like a good submissive slut. They grabbed my hair, smacked my tits and ass and pounded me so hard my ass prolapsed. They covered me with cum, then made me stay naked and jizz coated for the rest of the day. The posse of angry lawyers are working in town for another week. It will be a very long week for me.

Burn Baby Burn

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 My dark fantasies seem to get more brutal with each passing day of torment I take from my master. I woke up this morning from a really heated dream of blood and screams and a throbbing wet pussy that soaked my sheets through! I dreamed about my master tying down a little one and mutilating her little pussy with a pair of alligator clamps hooked up to an active shocking battery! He kept zapping her little pussy over and over again making her scream and cry! Her blood sizzled as it oozed from her flesh onto the sharp rusted electrical clamps. It was my job to hold her hands still above her head as master had his way with her! After he was done playing with her he said I could have her to myself for only 10 minutes, and that I couldn’t take her life. I resisted the pout that formed upon my lips and settled for taking those clamps and securely snapping them down through her puffy little nipples! I let master control the voltage but I loved hearing her screams as I got hornier and wetter in my panties! All of a sudden I woke up with a throbbing clit and I was forced to beg my master to fuck my dripping little cunt. Maybe I’ll tell him about my dark fantasies for our next play toy soon.

Bondage Submission in the Great Outdoors

When I think of fall, I think of all of the beautiful leaves, the trees molting the birds migrating, animals preparing for winter. To that end, when I was invited to a fall gathering with my friends, I dressed for the occasion. Red dress; red, orange, and yellow scarf; gold heels and gold jewelry. In hindsight, I should have thought that outfit through…

The party was outdoors, and had hardly started before I was called to the side. I should have smelled it coming, but I was naive enough to think this would be just a party. The next thing I knew, though, my dress was being cut off of me while I was being drug over to a molting tree. I was gagged and tied to the tree and my body was doused over and over with condiments in the colors of fall. Then, came the torment. They each took various utensils that you’d find at most any picnic/bonfire ever, and they began to smack, hit, poke, prod, and pinch me with them, all across my body. Then, a man was brought to the center, and the grin that crossed his face rolled dread through my body. When I saw his schlong, I knew why. That monster was 13 inches, if it was an inch, and as thick as a beer can. I was going to get ripped apart.Bondage submission

Torture Phone Sex – Haunted House

Torture phone sexI volunteered for a haunted house this year. My role was the bound woman who was being slaughtered. What I didn’t expect, however, was the amount of torture they would actually subject me to in the name of their production. Once they had me bound to the big X, they put nipple clamps on me. What I didn’t see was the battery that they had attached to it. They flicked that on the first time, and I about came unglued. My screams were so real, it had the people passing through gasping, covering their mouths, and scurrying to escape. Then, the coupe de grace, another was clipped to my clit, and I am sure the people in the next county heard my screams. My body writhed and worked against the bonds holding me there. They tortured me anew for every set of people who walked through, and I was certain my body would never see pleasure again by the time the night ended.

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My master loves when I submit to him most by giving him all my little ones. He ties me up and gags me and I am helpless to watch his brutal torture as he makes them his too. Truth be told I am dripping and all slippery watching his ruthless thrusts. I love watching him pound their little faces AND their little bodies. Squirming and their wailing makes me crazy cuz I love everything he is doing to them. I love giving him every part of me, he owns me. I struggle and he knows it’s time to let me help him, sitting on her face so she can taste what her cries do for Mommy. Cry all you want because Mommy and her Master love it. Master Daddy, Master Cock, Master Master Master. He owns us, our bodies and our minds just submit and stop fighting…or fight and turn us on more. That’s the life I live with my Master, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A Submissive Whore Roasting Over an Open Flame

submissive whoreThis submissive whore was invited to a bonfire this weekend. I should have know better. Men don’t invite me places because they enjoy my company or want to date me. They invite me places to do very naughty, even painful things to me. When I arrived with what I thought was my date, I discovered a slew of naked women bound and gagged around the fire. My date pushed me on the ground, slapped me across the face and shamed me with a litany of derogatory things. I was part of some man’s club initiation. Men were supposed to bring an old whore to this bonfire to humiliation and abuse. Much like a frat club initiation where campus boys bring an ugly girl to lunch then ditch her with the bill. Only this was not so school boy like. I watched in horror as the men voted on the ugliest, fattest, oldest looking whore in the group. That was a contest I was glad I did not win. What happened next, was the stuff torture phone sex nightmares are made of. They roasted the winner like she was a pig over the open flame. Along with the other contenders, I watched in horror as a woman was roasted alive. She screamed in horror as flames engulfed her skin. I felt awful for feeling grateful I was not the winner of this macabre game. Her screams were deafening. The smell of burnt hair and human flesh was sickening. It was all I could do to not vomit. Some of the other survivors were hurling. I just sat there bound and gagged praying that I would not be next. The horrific initiation didn’t end there. She was carved up like a pig and served as dinner. Even the surviving women were forced to eat some of her charred flesh. Now I puked. I woke up the next morning naked with the other women around the bonfire t which was almost completely out. No men in sight. We had a drugged feeling and confused memories. Was it a nightmare or reality? I don’t think I will ever attend a bonfire again, however.

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Halloween Is Approaching

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As I move around the basement, decorating and preparing for Halloween, my mind drifts back over the Halloween’s I have spent with may Master. Every year he does something different to improve the holiday celebration. I am wondering if there is any way he can improve upon last year. Last Halloween, my Master completely degraded me and used me fully in front of all of his friends and allowed them to use me as well. It was the things fantasies are made of.

I had decorated out basement for the annual Halloween Party. Just before our first guest arrived, he led me over to the guillotine and secured my wrists in place. He added weights to my ankles and secured those, spread widely apart., leaving my pussy open and my ass cheeks spread.. He placed a mask over my face, darkening my world. Lastly, he put clamps on my mouth, holding it open wide for anyone to use.

His guests began to arrive. I had no idea how many people were in the room when my Master announced I was the entertainment for the night and they would be allowed to use me in any way they saw fit. He would be the first as a Master should be. I could feel him as he approached though I could not see him. I cried out as mush as my mouth clamps would allow, when I felt the sharp sting on my buttocks from the flogger. He announced loudly how much his whore love lashes and offered me up for anyone who wanted to participate I felt multiple whips descending on my body, setting my skin on fire. I could feel the juices begin to flow. My Master saw them and once again talked loudly about me as he said “Look how much my slut craves cock. He juices are freely flowing from her cunt, ready for any cock object to fill her”.  I was mortified but strangely more aroused. After what seemed an eternity, a cock entered me. I was fucked roughly and thoroughly by the anonymous cock. Once it started, I seemed to have a never-ending supply of cocks to fuck all my holes, with most pulling out to cum on my face, tits, or ass, leaving their mark, and making me a huge cum covered mess. I loved every moment of it. How ever will he top that party? Whatever he chooses, I hope I am able to entertain so many cocks again this year. Maybe he will throw in a cunt or two for me to munch away on. He loves watching me eat another whore’s pussy, and I love how rigid he becomes watching.

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I am a Cheap phone sex whore!

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I know what I am and where my place is in this world. I am the dirty whore you experiment with. Play with me like a used cum filled doll. Dress me up all pretty and tear me down. Spit in my face and throat fuck me till I puke all over your cock. Make me lick it all up as your brutally fuck my asshole. Use every single hole up. Make me your fisting whore. Gape my holes open and use me as your human toilet. Please master, PLEASE! Make me your dirty slut! I will do anything you tell me too. I am a worthless whore. I am no good to anyone unless I am making them cum! I want to be spanked, slapped, and fucked so hard! I want every drop of your piss, shit and cum baby! 

 

Torture Phone Sex at a Club

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I was invited out to a strip club tonight. As I’ve never been to one before, I thought i’d give it a go. When we got there, I noticed a theme going on. Every table had at least 2 people, and one of those people was tied to their chair with varying degrees of intricate bondage going on. Every single person who was bound to a chair was bound quite naked. My 2 friends and I sat at a table near the front, and enjoyed the show happening on the stage. I was unprepared when the set ended and my friends hauled me up, and physically carried me onto the stage. A table was being brought out, and my friends were stripping me down. They bound me to that table, and they proceeded to smack and torture me. After 2 full songs of torture and beatings, they started unbinding me. When I stood back up on my own 2 feet on that table, with their loving support, they began to point out each and every one of the marks they had left. We received cheers and cat calls. People LOVED IT!! I felt embarrassed, but 100% pleased with the praise. I hope to do that again soon!

Spanking Phone Sex Whore

spanking phone sexDo you enjoy spanking phone sex? I have a confession. I am a spanking whore. When I was a little girl, I would purposefully get in trouble just to feel my daddy’s hand on my bare bottom. Before long, however, a bare bottom spanking was not enough for me. I had to be a really bad girl to get daddy to use the paddle. Mommy was daddy’s bitch, so I thought I could easily be his whore too. Turned out daddy loved spanking me. It made his dick really hard. Once he just gave in and accepted the fact that he enjoyed abusing my firm little bottom, it was not long before he was fucking that firm little bottom daily. The submissive world today is so different from what I am use to that it scares me. I have been my master’s submissive whore for decades now, but he won’t spank my ass anymore.  He is just too old. So, I have been exploring fetish clubs and online communities for a few months now looking for a man to make me his ass slave. I was at this spanking club over the weekend hoping to get spanked like my father use to spank me. Panties down around my ankles, bare bottom across his la with a hand and a simple paddle. I think that must be old fashioned for most men. I hooked up with a guy who expressed love for my round bubble butt. The room we entered was set up not with paddles. There were whips, chains and a spanking machine. I had to bend over a little table with my ass exposed. The first whacks were with his hands, but that was just to feel the firmness of my ass. Next came a whip that left gashes in my butt. My ass was a bloody pulp when he turned on the spanking machine. It was warp speed turning out about 100 paddles a minute. It sprayed the blood on the walls. My spanking master just jacked off in my face laughing at my misery. I love to get off from  bare bottom spankings, but this was just ass torture. Doesn’t any guy enjoy a slap and a tickle anymore?