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.
I didn’t know his name. It didn’t really matter. He could tell by looking at me what kind of girl I was. He pulled me in the men’s room, in one of the stalls and shoved me down on his cock. Grabbed my blonde hair and forced me down on his cock repeatedly. He told me I was his bitch. He was correct. I am any man’s bitch and the right men know this. I was gagging on his cock. Eyes bulging, eyes watering, drooling, choking…..he didn’t stop. He was getting off on my discomfort, my pain. I thought I was going to vomit on his cock. He came down the back of my throat and I was relived. It was over. But it wasn’t. He stood up, grabbed my hair and shoved my face in the toilet. He told me I deserved a whore’s bath.
Then he left. I was on the floor in the bar bathroom with my hair wet and smelling like piss and cum. Makeup smeared all over my face, feeling used. I started to get up and attempt to clean myself up when several men entered the bathroom. They heard there was a whore in the bathroom giving out free skull fucks. By the time I was alone again, I had sucked 42 cocks, swallowed a ton of cum and looked like the jizz junkie whore I am.
I was born to serve men. Do with me as you see fit. Your pleasure is all that matters.
It was a gorgeous day for once. So, I decided to take a drive in the country. Well, my car broke down. I was out in the middle of nowhere. I had no money with me and my fucking cell was out of signal. I started walking when a man in a jeep came along that rural road. He saw my car a ways back and put two and two together. Now, I normally don’t take rides from strangers. I know the dangers but it was getting dark and I was miles from civilization. I hopped in his jeep. I mean he didn’t look like a serial killer or anything. Looks can be deceiving.
The moment I got in I knew something was off. I just felt it. I tried to jump from the jeep, but he grabbed me by the hair and snapped me back and smashed my face so hard against the dash board I lost consciousness. I woke up naked, hog tied and strapped to the hood of his jeep like a dead deer. Now, I like bondage phone sex, but this was real and I was in Deliverance country, so anything could happen. He thought he was 4 wheeling with all the bumps he hit. I wanted to puke. He drove me to some cabin in the woods. Dragged me in by my hair like a dead animal. He strung me up and put a gag in my mouth that had spikes. Hurt like hell, and pinned my tongue in such a way that I could not move it without risk of slicing it. He wanted me quiet.
He tied me to a rack and brought out this huge fucking machine. I love those things, but not like this. He was planning on using this thing against my wishes. I was strapped down so I could not move. I felt paralyzed. He starting ramming that thing in my cunt at warp speed. Seriously, I was convulsing from the over stimulation. It was not pleasurable at that speed, for that length of time. He sat in a corner in his sex dungeon of a basement and jacked off watching me suffer. Tears running down my cheeks, pissing myself; shaking uncontrollable. This all turned him on. I was drenched in sweat, piss, cum, tears… He was still jacking off; enjoying my pain, my discomfort.
After what seemed forever, he cut me down and removed my gag. I was too drained to scream or fight him. He carried me upstairs, dumped me on his bed and tied me to each corner. I asked him what his plans were for me. He just said, “Stupid bitch. Don’t you know to never take rides from strangers.” He gave me an evil smile and left the room. He didn’t return until the morning. I had pissed the bed. I smelled awful. I looked even worse. Then he untied me, fucked me, and dumped me outside naked and filled with cum to find my way back home. Said he knew where I lived and I better never speak of this again if I valued my life. What he didn’t realize was that I don’t value my life.
Do you like bondage phone sex? Perhaps have rape phone sex fantasies? Well, I am a good subby bitch. Use me as you see fit.
Submissive phone sex is what I crave. I am a tall beautiful goddess; this I recognize. And not a day goes by that I do not have a few guys, even females, who want to worship me, adore me, treat me like a princess solely on my looks. But, I have long harbored a dark secret. I look like a spoiled bitch on the outside; one who can command any man. However, I am a total submissive slut. Technically, I am a pain slut. I have no interest in equal relationships, nor do I want to dominate any man. I want to belong to a master. And I mean belong in every sense of the word. I want a man to control what I wear; how I act; what I do; where I go. To control my every move and every sexual encounter. And, most importantly, I want to be abused. I’m talking hardcore abuse, S and M, extreme bondage, water sports, rough anal, even sadistic torture.
Do you find yourself wondering how a tall goddess, former Homecoming Queen and Head Cheerleader became such a submissive junkie? Daddy. I t all began with my Daddy. You see after my mother died, I was the woman of the house and my dad was a tortured artist type. He had a very dark side. I think Daddy felt conflicted by his sexual desires for his young daughter that he turned me into his slave, into his pain whore to appease his guilt. The first time he saw me naked in the bath tub, he called me a dirty cock tease whore and said I needed to be punished for such nasty behavior. He made me get out of the tub and lay across his lap. I was very young. He spanked me first with his bare hand so hard I was crying and begging for him to stop. My bottom felt like it was on fire he spanked me so hard.
I could feel his thing under me, hard as a rock. He knew he was hard too and this made him want to hurt me more. I was not sure if he hurt me more because I made him hard, or if it made him hard hurting me. Regardless, I paid for his hard dick. He grabbed the curling iron and shoved it in my pussy and fucked me repeatedly for a painfully long time. I was even bleeding. Daddy of course was still hard. Frustrated by his hard dick, he took the curling iron and rammed in up my ass. That was the beginning of my obsession with anal play and torture. It was the beginning of my daddy’s obsession with hurting my ass. Without me even touching his dick, he came in his pants as I cried and begged him not to hurt my bottom. My Daddy and I developed a symbiotic sick relationship that I try to replicate with my masters. Daddy came hurting me, and I learned to please men and hence myself by being a total pain slut.
I always need new mean Daddy’s. Let my pain and my humiliation get you off!
One of my Masters likes my body in perfect shape so he insists I work out regularly. He hired me a private tennis instructor. I have always liked the idea of tennis: nice rackets and hard balls and all. Now, I know I am not suppose to fuck without permission, but have you seen my instructor? Holy crap that guy is not only buff, but hung well too. It was really hard to concentrate on my swing when I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my back. Finally, I turned around and lied. I informed him my husband arranged this lesson because he wants me to fuck other guys since he knows he can’t satisfy me sexually. I took a big risk saying that because if my Master and him are pals, he will tell on me. Tell my Master what a lying disloyal little whore I was being today.
He didn’t seem pissed at me or upset at all. Actually the opposite. He said I was the finest piece of ass he had seen on his court in a long time. Then he forcefully turned me around, lifted up my skirt and ripped my panties off. Right there on the court, in front of other instructors and students. I leaned over the net and tried to spread my legs far so he could see my pretty shaved cunt. He buried his face between my ass cheeks and drilled my ass with his tongue and my pussy with three fingers. I didn’t care that people were staring. I didn’t care that if my Master finds out I will endure an awful beating. This sweet, hot worshipping of my cunt and ass was long overdue.
My pussy has not had a loving tongue in a while so it took no time to cum on his face and fingers. I then turned around and suck his long thick shaft so good you would have thought my name was Hoover. People were still watching and a few were masturbating which made it all the more hot for me. Once his cock was nice and swollen he bent me over the bleachers and pounded my pussy. He held on to my big tittes as he rammed my pussy full of his big thick sausage. I had multiple orgasms. I let him cum in me too like a naughty whore. If Master inspects my pussy when I come home and can see or smell any trace of cum in me, I will be flogged and severely beaten. But I don’t care. It felt so good to get fucked like that, especially knowing people were watching and enjoying themselves.
It’s a private club anyway, so doubt the word will get back to Master that his slave was a dirty cheating cum dump whore today. I sure hope not because I want more of my instructor’s cock. I need to cum like that more often. Until our next session though, at least I have a pic of him I can secretly rub one out too. You won’t tell Master I was a no good cheating whore will you?
I walked into his bar; not sure what to expect as I’m never allowed in Master’s place of business. I thought I was waiting in the car like a good girl, so sneaked a smoke break. He must have known I would be naughty without his watchful eye. Master could smell the smoke on me when I entered the bar and he was not pleased. Only he is allowed to smoke, but never me. A good slave should be seen, never heard and certainly never smelled. I saw Master from behind the bar and I knew what his hand signal meant. I got down on my knees and crawled to him with my lit cigarette in my mouth. When I reached his feet, he removed the cigarette from my mouth and I opened my mouth wide. First, I got a hard slap across the face; then he put the lit cigarette out on my tongue.
Master reached in his pocket for a lighter and pulled it out to light another cigarette. When it was lit, he drew in a long drag and blew the smoke in my face, which was followed by a hard slap. I inhaled deeply his smoke with every drag he took, and said “I’m sorry Sir, with every smack I received. Every time he smacked my face, he called me his “Pretty Ashtray.” I am happy to be his pretty human ashtray. After all, I was born to belong to men, to be used by men, to serve men. How would you like to use me Master?
Last month I was traveling to visit a girl friend at the beach. We always have a girls getaway in the summer. Well, in a blonde moment, I stopped at a rest stop and got distracted by a hot guy and locked my keys and purse in the car. I was starting to panic as no one was around. That hot guy sped off before I realized what I had done. I went into the quick mart and the only person in there looked a little Boys From Deliverance like if you know what I mean. I may have even heard banjo music. I did not want to ask for help from him. I just needed a phone to call AAA. I looked around and saw a bus stop at the corner. So I walked over and waited until someone came. A young college age boy, glued to his phone, sat down like he didn’t even see me. But, I am an attractive woman. I started to talk to him. I explained that my car was just down the street and I locked my purse in the car and needed a phone. He looked at me rather intently and said, “I have no money.” I was like “excuse me? I just need to borrow your phone to call AAA.” He replied, “Sure, whatever you say, but I still ain’t got any money.” I didn’t understand what the communication problem was here, but obviously he did not buy that I was just stranded. I got up and looked him right in the eyes and I said “I don’t know what your problem is, but I am stranded. My phone is in the car and I really just need to use your phone.” He looked at me, cocked his head and said, “You mean you aren’t a hooker?” Really, hookers work the bus stop in broad daylight these days? I assured him I was not a pro, but really stranded and that the redneck back at the quick mart kinda scared me. I asked him why he thought I was a whore. He said, “Um, look at what you are wearing Ma’am.” Ma’am? Being called a hooker is better than being called Ma’am! I said I was on a road trip to the beach and my AC went out in my car so was just trying to stay cool. We had a good laugh.
He then apologized and said he would call a friend of his who was a mechanic to meet us at my car. He walked me back to my car, where is friend showed up with one of those jimmy things and got my car door open immediately. I was so very grateful I offered the guy a ride to where ever he was going since I made him miss his bus. Turns out he was just on his way home from work. His car was in the shop and he was not 25 yet so couldn’t rent a car. He was just a tadpole! I took him home. He invited me upstairs to freshen up. I had been in the heat for awhile and walking in not so appropriate foot wear.
I was in his bathroom and got a good look at myself and thought I could see how someone may mistake me for a hooker. He was nice after the confusion and helped me get my car situation settled. I though why not fuck him. He was cute. So I walked out of his bathroom in just my hooker boots. He was, like “damn, but I thought you said you were not a hooker. I’m broke, even though you are wicked hot.” I assured him I did not want his money. I had my own. I just wanted to show my thanks for helping me out. I fell to my knees and started sucking this beautiful young cock like I was a pro. Hell, I bet I sucked it better than a hooker because I wanted to suck it. He had a nice cock too. I started rubbing my clit as I took him inch by inch down my throat. He had never witnessed a woman touch herself in front of him before. I had a lot to show this young one. And I did. I taught him how to eat pussy. I taught him how to fuck me in the ass and I let him titty fuck me. He was rather obsessed with my boobs so I let him fuck those too. When he came, he shot his load all over my huge tits. And I let him watch as I savored every drop of his cum off my boobs. That shit is yummy.
As I was leaving, he said I should be a pro because I was hotter than any hooker he ever saw. He insisted I would make a ton of cash. I let him know that I never wanna take money for sex. Not cuz I am a prude or anything, but because I never want to think of fucking as a job. I informed him I fuck for pleasure and whom I fuck is not dictated by how much money I need, just by how much cock I need! He kissed me goodbye, and I got back on the road, happy to be mistaken for a whore.
I have a daily gym routine. This body doesn’t stay slamming all on its own. I usually just shower at the gym, then go meet my friends for happy hour. Thursday was no different. Except for the fact that some stupid bitch stole my clothes in the locker room. And not only did she steal my clothes, but she took my keys and my cell phone. I had no way of getting someone to bring me clothes. And all the stuck up bitches in the locker room would not help me out. Guess they are jealous of my hot body. I thought for a moment of what I should do. Well, I was not sucking up to some uptight jealous soccer mom, that was for sure. So, I decided I would try to get to the bar where my friends were meeting me. I mean, so public nudity is technically illegal; I do have a rocking body. I stole a dirty towel out of the hamper, which barely covered me and dashed out the locker room, through the gym, and out the door. I only had a few blocks to go and one of my BFFs would take me home for more suitable clothing.
I start sprinting down the side walk, my big tits bouncing. I could hear people yelling sexual comments and staring at me. Suddenly, some little boy yanked my towel off as I sprinted by him. I sure did not see that one coming. Before I could stop and grab it back, he was in the car with his older brother getting high fived. I was now totally naked in downtown Louisville. At happy hour during Thursday Night Live, which meant thousands of folks on Main St. My pals were meeting me at the Hard Rock Cafe which was still another 4 blocks. I sucked it up again and started jogging. This time, I kept my head held high and went a little slower, trying to embrace my shame. I saw fingers pointing, mouths gaping open, cell phones snapping pictures, and parents covering their offspring’s eyes. But I had no choice. I am comfortable in my skin, really. I know my body is hot and I do not feel there is anything wrong with nudity. However, I heard someone yell “Put some clothes on bitch before I call the cops.” Of course it was some stupid cunt.
I’m not only hot, but smart. I ducked into a little candy store. Did my best damsel in distress for the guy behind the counter. When that didn’t work, I sucked his cock and let him fuck me in the ass. Let this loser bend me over the counter and fuck my ass to help me. It was 60 seconds of torture for me lol. I’m too hot for little pricks. Desperate times call for desperate measures. In exchange for my mercy fuck, he gave me a bunch of candy. What the fuck? I need clothes or a phone, not candy. But, I’m resourceful. I took the candy out of all the pretty pink cellophane wrapping and made a makeshift outfit. A pretty tiny one, but I was no longer butt naked. Now those stuck up bitches could shut the fuck up and let me get across downtown to meet my besties for a much needed cocktail. I may not have had much on, but I rocked my pink cellophane outfit. In fact, folks thought I was a rock star or something when I arrived at the Hard Rock Cafe. They were asking for my autograph and taking pics. And me and my friends drank for free that night. Or maybe they were just fans who caught my naked sprint down Main Street!
