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!
Submissive phone sex is what I know best. It is just not in my nature to be dominating; especially in my life outside of this job. Today was my day off so I left early this morning to do some errands. Well, I didn’t get far before my truck broke down. Even in my jeans and very little make-up I think I am attractive, but I was having trouble flagging anyone down to help. Mostly women out and about and guess they didn’t want to help a sister. Finally, this hot dude pulled over and asked to help. He was super nice. Popped the hood, told me I had cracked my serpentine belt and car would not run without it. I had no clue what that was, but guess it is important for a drivable car. He said he could take me to Auto Zone to get one and bring me back and put it on for me as any car place would charge me like $100 to do it. So, we drove to Auto Zone and got what I needed, but to my embarrassment, my credit card declined and I had no cash on me. My handsome stranger bought the belt and said I could pay him back later. We drove back to my car, and within a matter of a few minutes he had the belt on and my car working. When I asked for his address so I could reimburse him, he said that would not be necessary, I could work off my debt immediately. At first I was perplexed at to what he was suggesting, but then he grabbed one of my tits pretty hard and forced my hand on his throbbing cock.
We were in a parking lot; I was nervous and informed him, I always pay my debts however I can, but was there a more private place to go? He said he lived in the apartment complex across the street and I better follow him. Of course I did; I do as I am told, always. And I did need to repay him for his kindness. We got into the foyer of his apartment and he got pretty gruff with me. He ripped my red top right off and started man handling my titties. He ordered me to take my jeans off so he could see my sweet cunt. I was standing in front of him, in my bra and panties, both scared and turned on. I mean he was HOT and he did do me a solid. If he wanted payback in pussy and ass, who was I to say no? He pushed me against the wall and shoved his fingers inside me roughly. Before I realized it, he had his fist in me, fucking me like a dirty little whore. He kept telling me all I was good for was being his cum dump. When he was done stretching out my cunt, he ordered me to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed and shoved his cock down my throat until my eyes were watering and I was choking on cum He then made me ride his cock when he got hard again. And he didn’t want to fuck my pussy, but my ass. He used no lube; didn’t even spit on my asshole. Just forced me down on it and started fucking my ass hard and grabbing my boobs. Not going to lie, being his bitch was a total turn on. He seemed to just know I was a subby whore there for his pleasure. But dangit, my holes hurt. He really used me good. Both my pussy and ass were gaping open and sore. My tits had handprints on them. I asked if I could shower before leaving, and he slapped me, telling me not to take advantage of his generosity. He added that things like taking a shower or spending the night were girlfriend privileges, not cheap whore rights. He was correct. I am just a fuck toy; just a bitch; just a whore; just a cheap cunt; just a bunch of holes.
I have no rights. And the only privilege I got is the privilege to service men. How can I service you tonight?
I am a tall hot blonde goddess. When I am out at the club with my girlies, men fall at my feet wanting to spoil me, worship me, and possess me. But, those men do nothing for me. I have never been a vanilla girl. I have never been into romantic love. I should be a dominate bitch based on my appearance; however, I crave a stern master; even a rough master. I want a dark, sick, twisted relationship based on ownership, control and pain. I don’t want to be pampered; I want to be used and abused. I don’t want to wear expensive jewelry that suggest you love and care about me; I wanna wear a chain and collar that says you own me. I don’t want men falling to their feet to worship me; I wanna fall to my feet to worship you and your friends. I don’t wanna put on makeup to look gorgeous; I wanna put on makeup to hide the bruises. I don’t want to wear pretty girly clothes; I want to be naked in your presence so you can have access to my fuck holes whenever you want. I belong to you and whomever you want to share me with. I am not the wife or the girlfriend who nags you, demands your time and your wallet, withholds sex from you or denies you your darkest desires. I will do whatever you want, even if it scares me or scars me. I need to be your bitch; I need to be your whore; I need to be your slave; I need to be your victim. I will serve you until I die.
Today, my hubby decided he wanted to watch me get used, like a good slut, by another man. He said since I am his bitch, he can whore me out to whomever he wants. I was scared at first because Tony knows some sadistic mother fuckers. But, when I saw Brandon, my pussy got wet. I said this guy can do anything he wants to me. When my husband introduced us, he told him I was his bitch to use as he wanted. Brandon looked at me and said, “I hope you like rough anal and lots of cum bitch.” Then he whipped out his cock while my husband pushed me down on my knees. Brandon began skull fucking me so hard, my eyes started to water. My husband was behind me ripping my clothes off and ordering me into the doggy position. Because I didn’t get into position fast enough, Tony took off his belt and slapped my ass so hard I yelped. I could feel a bruise forming instantly. You better believe I got on all fours then; I did not want to be whipped again.
Tony put nipple clamps on me, then started fucking my ass hard as Brandon was shoving his big piece of meat down my throat. My husband pulled my hair as he pounded my ass. He must have gotten pretty turned on seeing the big purple mark on my ass he left with his belt that he shot his load pretty quickly. After he came, he told Brandon, “use her hard and good; she is just a cum receptacle.” Brandon shot a big load all over my face, even got me right in the eye. That shit stung like a bitch. Tony ordered me to clean up all the cum. He added, if there was even a drop left, I would get that belt to my face. Of course I guzzled that cum right up like the good subby bitch I am.
Brandon did not need much down time before he was hard again. My husband sat in the corner and told him exactly what to do to me. He smacked my face, pulled my hair, twisted my nipples, shoved his fist up my ass, slapped my clit, spanked me, put a ball gag in my mouth, then repeated it all again. Tony, at this point, was rock hard and started jacking off as he told Brandon to finally fuck me like the slut I am. I had marks on my body, my ass hurt and I just wanted to soak in the tub. But these men were nowhere near done with me. Brandon told me to lie down on the bed with my face in the pillow. I listened, and the next thing I knew he was mounting me from behind and pounding my ass while my husband was jacking his cock all over my face. This went on for hours. They tagged teamed me all night long; back and forth between my ass, my cunt, my mouth. They used me as their personal cum dumpster all night long and enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation on me. Seven hours later, I laid there on the bed, nearly passed out from exhaustion, covered in cum, purple from being slapped around, but guess what, I loved every minute of it because I was born to service men. I am and always will be a submissive whore. Call me and use me how you deem fit. All my holes belong to you. I am always in need of new masters.
My favorite thing in the universe is being tied up, handcuffed, and being totally helpless and at the mercy of my master or mistress. My pussy gets so wet when I have a ball gag placed in my mouth and duct taped so I can barely breathe, never mind yell. Then the whip comes out and they whip my ass so hard it starts to bleed. The tears flow down my cheeks as the blood runs down my legs, but it feels so good. I love the way my nipples feel when they are whipped, they are so sensitive they get rock hard and sting badly. I have long hair and I get off when they pull it so hard it comes out of my head in patches. By now my cunt is dripping, making it easy to have all kinds of shit rammed up it, from real cocks to rolling pins. My asshole also gets to see action, if I have any hairs growing near it they yank them out, then shove huge dildos inside my hungry butt. Sometimes I get action, but usually I am made to just watch and hope in vain. I love it so much!
I’m Cassandra, and I love to be treated like the piece of garbage and the tramp that I am. I have a part time domme who takes special care of me, I’m usually on a leash and he makes me do tricks and other things. If I’m good I might get a treat, if I’m not I definitely get punished, but I know I deserve it. The whippings, the burns, the paddling, getting things rammed up my ass, golden showers, I love it all because deep down I know I deserve it. Pleasing him is my life’s ambition, I will do anything he asks, no matter how fucked up or how painful. No pain no gain right? I’m like a dog who will do anything to please a Superior cock, especially if it makes him cum. If I get off that’s just a bonus, but I rarely am allowed to. Getting shit on and pissed on turns me on too, because I know he loves doing it. Then he uses my face and tongue as toilet paper to wipe her pussy and asshole. Yummy is what I say! Having someone who loves me so much is awesome, it hurts sometimes but pain and pleasure are the same.
