I hope all my Masters had a wonderful Christmas. I sure did. I got all sorts of wonderful gifts. I got some sexy latex outfits to wear for my Masters, ones that highlight all my curves. I got some pleasure clips for my labia. Even got this electric shock breast bondage device for all those Masters who enjoy hurting my big worthless tits. I got a pretty dog collar that says SLUT in rhinestones. Pretty hot pink bondage tape. A brand new leather impression paddle to match my collar so when you whip me, it will leave SLUT imprinted on my worthless ass. Got a hot pink leather flogger too. Pony play whip with a huge butt plug. Even got a home speculum kit. All sorts of toys to enjoy with my phone and real time Masters.
But my favorite new toy is my sex machine. I can fuck my pussy, ass and tits with it. It doesn’t really cause pain except when it goes at turbo speed. I have been playing with it all weekend. Has lots of fun attachments. I can even order super big attachment and ones that have spikes. You might enjoy hearing me get impaled by a huge 12 inch spiked fucking machine. My house smells of pussy because I have been playing with my new toy so much.
Call me for some discipline! I’ve been a bad horny girl thinking of only my pleasure. I should be thinking of yours.
Ever since my Daddy first violated my tiny little ass when I was just a young school girl, I have been an anal loving whore. He would crawl in bed with me every night and put his daddy dick in my pooper as he called it way back then. My back door was fucked long before my pussy. I was daddy’s subby bitch, now I am any man’s subby whore. I picked up a guy last night. Not my normal bad boy type either. More like the boring banker type. Cute though. And when we were dancing, I could feel how hard he was and it was big. I just kept thinking how good it was going to feel in my tight ass. He didn’t really strike me as the one night stand kind of guy, but I wanted his dick to fuck my backdoor something bad.
After I made him do a few shots to loosen him up, I asked him if he liked anal sex. He blushed and said he had never tried it. He admitted that he thought it was distasteful to women. I asked him if he had ever even given or received a rim job? No to both again. I grabbed his cock through his jeans, leaned into him and said, “I want you to fuck my ass.” He looked dumbfounded at first but I told him the only thing distasteful was not honoring a hot chick’s wishes. I got him more shots and once he was good and drunk, I took him home.
I got a bit forceful with him. Pushed him against the wall of my entry way and pulled his huge hard cock out. Fell to my knees like a good whore and sucked him until I was gagging and my eyes were bugging out. I then pushed him to the floor and got on top of him reverse cowgirl. I just spit on his cock to lube it up. Grabbed the base of his thick rod and worked it in my tight ass. I let out such a loud moan too. What a feeling. Brought back so many hot memories of when my Daddy fucked my ass. I was his first ass. My ass will spoil guys though! I can take it long, thick and hard up my ass. No hesitation; no wincing; no complaining; no pleading to stop.
He rammed his cock in and out of my ass for hours. We never even made it to my bed. That’s okay, I’m not exactly the bedroom type. I’m the down and dirty whore who picks up strangers and let’s them ass bang her for hours on a cold floor. Who are we kidding, I am the woman of YOUR dreams.
I usually only have male masters. Sin, is the exception. She is a beautiful hot dominant bitch. I can’t help but give in to Sin. I met her years ago at an underground sex club. She was the only female domme there. The rest of us girls were just subbie bitches there to be used and abused by the male patrons. She took a liking to me. I think because I am quite beautiful. I look like a goddess, but I am no stuck up bitch. I know my place. Sin called me last weekend as she wanted me to check out this new female centered S and M club. I was not Sin’s date for the evening; I was her pet.
I wore a diamond encrusted dog collar and crawled into the club on all fours like the dog I am. If I pulled or crawled at a pace too fast for Sin, she took her riding crop to my exposed ass. The club was packed. Lots of beautiful dominant goth goddesses with pretty little subbie pets like me. Sin took me into a private VIP room. The room looked far more inviting than what was about to happen to me. Purple and black crushed velvet disguised the torture room. Sin had me get up on this table and she tied me spread eagle. I was gagged and my hands and feet exposed.
Sin informed me that in medieval times, pretty, painted whores were denailed. I was not familiar with this archaic practice, but I did not like the sound of it. She brought out a tray of torture devices. I saw sharp sewers, hot oil and sulfur, pliers and a host of sharp objects. I was scared. Sin was a dominant bitch, but I was about to meet her sadistic side. She told me I knew better than to show up with painted nails and toes trying to outshine her. She dipped the sewers in the hot sulfur and slide them under my toes and fingernails. The hot sulfur not only loosened the nail from my flesh, it scaled my flesh. My screams had to pierce her ears. The pain was unbearable. I never knew a woman could be so cruel to another woman. I thought I was a pain slut until this moment. Nothing in my S and M world, prepared me for the pain of denailing.
Once my finger and toenails were pliable from the hot sulfur and oil, Sin used the pliers to rip the nails from their root, leaving me with bloody stumps. The pain was unlike anything I had felt before; so excruciating that I passed out a few times. The entire time Sin was denailing my once pretty extremities, she smiled. It was as if she was creating a work of art, her masterpiece to be proud of. Even the air hurt as it touched my exposed fingers and toes. Every tear, every wince, every scream, brought a smile to Sin’s face.
I learned a valuable, painful lesson that night. Never try to be prettier than your Master. My vanity, my pride, my beauty, paid a high price for that lesson. But I will never make that mistake again.
Never judge a book by its cover. My cover suggests that I am a dominate spoiled bitch. Look at me. I am a blonde goddess. Tall, busty, sensual, confidant in my skin…. But if you turn the pages of my book, you discover that looks are deceiving. I am a total submissive whore. Ever since I was a little girl and my daddy first forced his cock in my tiny holes, I knew that I was a submissive bitch. I don’t date men, I belong to them. I have masters, not lovers. I’m controlled, not controlling. I am used, not pampered. I’m dominated not dominant. I need a collar, not a ring. I get beaten not hugged. I deserve pain, not pleasure. I’m humiliated not praised. I’m hated, not loved. I get kicked, not kissed. I receive torture not gifts. I belong in a cage not a pedestal. I’m insulted not complimented. I don’t speak, I obey.
Hit me. Violate me. Cut me. Burn me. Bruise me. Hang me. Mutilate me. Fist me. Scar me. Degrade me. Suspend me. Bury me. Gag me. Electrocute me. Smother me. Drown me. Choke me. Suffocate me. Fillet me. Shock me. Spank me. Abuse me. Flog me. Kidnap me. Hunt me. Own me. Eat me. Bite me. Stab me. Deny me. Tease me. Punch me. Shoot me. Shove me. Piss on me. Push me. Hurt me. Kill me. Just don’t love me. I am worthy of hate, not love. I’m a whore, not a goddess.
I need a strong Master. Is that you?
I love sucking cock. I’ve been sucking cock since I was just a little brat. I sucked my daddy and my brother off for years. My daddy had this trick for getting me to suck his cock when I didn’t even really understand what I was doing. He would put his big thick cock in food I was going to eat. He would cut a hole in the popcorn tub and put his cock up in the warm buttery stuff. Every time I reached my little hand in, I would touch his dick. Often the extra butter at the bottom of the tub was just Daddy’s butter. He would put his dick in a little Cornish hen. He would cover his cock in spaghetti and tell me his balls were meat balls. He was wicked creative or wicked horny. Both actually.
My favorite was the pizza on the lap trick. He would order my favorite pizza, cut a hole in the box and the pizza and put his cock right in the middle. I would eat the pizza around his shaft, then bob up and down his heat seeking missile (what he called it when I was younger). What would squirt out was extra cheese for my pizza according to Daddy. Dick cheese, yummy.
I developed quite the addiction to pizza thanks to dear old dad. In fact, I cannot eat pizza without wanting extra cheese now. When I told this delivery boy about my special extra cheese pizza addiction, he was more than happy to help me out. So he came in the house and I got to have pizza just like I did with Daddy so many years ago. Just now I know how to suck cock, so it’s much better for the guy. In fact, I sucked his cock first, so I could have his cum on my pizza before I ate it. I tried to tip him, but he refused any money. Said I had already given him a big tip. Well technically, he gave me the big tip!
Today is the Great American Smokeout. It is a day that is designed to encourage people to quit smoking. I have been a smoker for decades. I have developed quite an addiction for cigarettes. I love smoking. As a submissive whore, many a master has not approved of my addiction and used me as a human ashtray in an attempt to break me, show dominance and hopefully create an aversion to smoking for me. But, as a pain slut, the feel of a cigarette being put out on my tongue, ass, tits, even clit, just made me want to smoke more. So, it has been increasingly harder to quit.
On the American Cancer Society’s web page they have tips for quitting. They even have characters for the type of quitter you want to be. Well, I know there is no way in hell I can be a cold turkey. I’m not that strong. I decided I could be “The Substitute.” This is someone who uses distraction and substitutions to help bust cravings. The ACS suggests creating new habits to curb one’s desire to smoke. For substitutes to smoking they suggest carrots, celery, candy, gum… Really? Like that is gonna work for a hard core smoker like me.
I decided my substitute would be cock. I was gonna swallow 
shafts to curb my addiction. If I was a pack a day smoker that means I need 12 cocks a day to suck to help me stop smoking. Luckily I love cum. I have sucked 6 cocks today so far. I picked up one at the coffee house; another at the gas station; one at the mall; and I hit the jackpot at the liquor store with a group of frat boys who wanted nothing more than to have their rods sucked by a hot MILF type. It is amazing how many guys are willing to help a gal out. All I have to say is, “I’m trying to stop smoking and I need something more healthy to put in my mouth, can you help me?” Guys just start pulling their cocks out to assist. So many guys want to help me stop smoking. Warms my heart, and my mouth!!
Turns out I love cum. Cum taste just as good if not better than nicotine. I think I can stop smoking if guys keep offering to help me. Would you help me? I am a very oral woman, obviously! I will shallow your shaft and your load. I have nice big tits to assist in milking that load out of you too. If I have a dozen cocks at least a day, I will be able to break my nasty smoking habit. Fill my belly up with cum and help stop my cravings. Instead of a human ashtray, I want to be a cum dump whore.
When I was just a wee girl, I would sit on the couch with my parents and watch classic TV shows like “Father Knows Best.” It was such a wholesome family show. My mom was clueless about what my daddy would do to me after he tucked me into bed. He always slithered back into my room after she was asleep and said it was time to play a little game; a special game just between him and me. His game was called “Father Knows Breast.” He would suck on my titties. They were smaller then, but he loved to play with them. He did all sorts of things to my breasts at night. He would tie them up; put nipple clamps on them; pour hot wax over them; put his cigarette out on my nipples; bite them; cover them in melted chocolate for a special midnight snack; spank them; squeeze them… There was nothing off limits in his game of Father Knows Breast. My breasts were his to do with as he saw fit.
His favorite thing to do of course was to fuck them. He would climb on top of me at night, push them together, and put his big daddy dick in between them until he shot a load of thick jizz all over them. He would call me a dirty whore and a cock tease, then sneak back into bed with mommy. My boobs, my body belonged to daddy. They still do. He was my first master. Now, I have way bigger boobs and I love them to be mutilated and tortured in a game I call Master Knows Breast. Would you like to play?
I had a date with a really nice guy last night. Sadly, he wanted to worship me. Saw me as his Goddess. Spent hundreds of dollars on a nice meal and drinks, then a play. I got all prettied up. Even looked classy for once. But I was bored. Idle chit chat about work, sports, movies, families makes me wanna scream. I know I should be married with some brats like my friends. But I just don’t do traditional relationships. I am not the soccer mom type.
I want a man who will make me his bitch. Own me. Put me in my place and not on a pedestal. As my date was fucking my cunt last night, I felt myself laying there counting the moments until it was over. See I don’t want to be made loved to. I want to be forced, taken, used… I want my pussy to feel pain not pleasure. Hurt my worthless cunt. You can pierce it, stab it, slice it, shove anything you want into it, burn it, use it, spit on it, kick it, fist it, sew it shut… I don’t deserve my pretty pussy. I don’t deserve love.
I am a subby bitch whore, not a goddess. Trust me, I know my place. Will you be my Master?
I am a truly submissive slut now. But, I was not always this way. Once upon a time I was a rebel, bratty teen. Got into all sorts of trouble. But the day I became a submissive whore, is a day I will never forget. I was washing my dad’s boss’s brand new Jaguar for some spending money. It was a very sweet ride. I wanted to test it out. So I took it for a little joyride. Yeah, technically I had no permission and I had no license yet, but it was a Jag. I lifted the keys from his office desk while he was on a conference call and went for a drive. I drove his prized possession all around town; was gone for hours. I figured I would never get caught because he was at work and his car was in the employee garage. I figured wrong. He had cameras everywhere.
Not only did he call the cops on me, he called my daddy on me. I am not sure what was worse. The time I spent in juvy lock up or the weekend of pain my father inflicted on me for the embarrassment my little joyride cost him. He almost got fired over my little act of car thievery. Father decided then I had to be broken; I had to learn to obey and follow rules. He stripped me naked. I had to kneel down with my ass exposed. He began paddling my ass with a wooden spoon. So hard, I had splinters in my ass and it was bleeding. But that was not enough. He escalated to caning me. This was excruciating. I could feel flesh tearing from my bottom. After my ass was raw and bleeding, he poured table salt into the wounds and made me sit on my bottom covered in salt to ponder my sins while he shoved his cock down my throat forcing me to suck him off.
I was crying, telling my Dad how sorry I was and I would never steal a car again. Then, he did something unexpected. He went and got a butcher knife from the kitchen. I was so scared thinking my father was going to kill me over a joyride. But no, he chopped off my beautiful blonde locks. He told me I was too pretty and that if I was humbled perhaps I would no longer be such a bratty cunt. He then went in my room and destroyed all my clothes and makeup. I looked like an orphan. My hair tattered, now forced to wear rags and second hand clothing. I would lose my popularity in school. But that is what daddy wanted. Me broke, and dependent on him. He managed to break my spirit that day. I was forced into the life of a scared little girl dependent on her daddy for companionship.
I would never be a dominate brat again. I would never disobey my daddy again. And thanks to a harmless joyride, here I am today seeking your approval, seeking your control, seeking your ownership. Use me as you see fit. I am a worthless, car stealing whore forever.
More times than not, men mistake me for a Goddess. I am tall, blonde, beautiful, buxom, intoxicating. I get it. But never judge a book by its cover. I am a Goddess in appearance only. The true me is a total submissive whore for you to use how you see fit. Nothing is off limits with me. I want a master not a lover. I want to be controlled, not be free. I want to be used , not spoiled. I want to worship not be worshiped. I don’t want to be dominate, I want to be dominated. I don’t want a relationship, I want an ownership. I crave a sadistic relationship, not a romantic one. I want to wear a collar, not a necklace, to suggest you own me, not that you love me. I need you to hit me, not caress me. I need to feel pain, not love. I need to feel humiliated, not proud.
I don’t want to be smothered with love, but smothered by a pillow, your pillow. Don’t hug me, hang me. Don’t kiss me, kick me. Don’t put me on a pedestal, put me in a cage. Don’t adore me, whore me out. Don’t cater to me, cut me. Don’t buy me gifts, burn me with your cigarettes. Don’t make love to me, fuck me. Don’t make me cum, cum on me. Don’t fondle me, fist me. Don’t tease me, deny me. Don’t save me, scar me.
I want a dark, sick, twisted relationship based on ownership, control and pain. Spank me. Spit on me. Hate me. Slap me. Bruise me. Torture me. Mutilate me. Degrade me. Hog tie me. Suspend me. Beat me. Do I sound like a goddess? Of course not, because I am a slave, a bitch, a whore, a victim, a submissive. I will never me a goddess, a girlfriend, or a lover. Because I was born to serve, born to worship, born to be used. And, I will serve you however you deem fit. My pain is your pleasure Master. I am waiting to be used and abused.
