I love being a submissive phone sex slut. I was born submissive. Daddy trained me right. I was at this new fetish club over the weekend. I wanted to check out the men. A girl like me can never have enough masters, right? This tall handsome man spotted me the moment I walked in. Girls can go solo to the club, but men need to be accompanied by a woman. Odd right? We are the subs but the masters can’t get in the club without us. This guy was with a sub but the way he was looking at me, I knew he wanted to trade her in for a younger model. He wanted to trade her in for me. I approached him to let him know I was down to play if he was. He blindfolded me, and we went into a room. I was nervous. I didn’t even know his name. I could feel him restraining my arms behind my back. It was exhilarating not knowing what was going to happen next. I heard him crack a belt. The next thing I knew that leather strap hit my back like I was a slave. I wanted to be his slave. For a couple hours I was his submissive slave. I got about fifty lashes on my back. I could feel the welts forming and the blood trickling down my back. My young bald pussy was soaking wet, but I was forbidden to touch it. He took off my blindfold and skull fucked me. His cock was hard as a rock from whipping me. I gagged on his cock. He was ramming it in with such force that I came close to puking on his dick. When he finally nutted, I could breathe. He took off my restraints and thanked me for a pleasurable time. I was hoping for his name and number, but it was just another random encounter at the fetish club.
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