“Not here for you Your here to please
Open wide Get down on your knees
Take my cock and don’t reject
Disobey I’ll break your neck”
That is from the song “Sex Slave;” my Master’s love song for us. No sappy ass love tunes for me. On Valentine’s Day, while other girls got flowers and candy, I received nipple clamps, shock collars and new bondage equipment. I was tied up and fucked in the ass, while you were spoiling your girl like she was a Goddess. I also was skull fucked, whipped, kicked, choked, burned, cut and humiliated, while you two were dancing romantically. Instead of drinking champagne, I drank my Master’s piss. While you and your wife were eating steak at some fancy restaurant, I was eating dog shit, tied up to a pole naked in the back yard, freezing. Your wife probably wore a diamond necklace, while I wore a diamond dog collar. Anytime your woman looked at you, she saw love and admiration. I did not dare look into Master’s eyes, and if I did, I saw hatred and disdain, before I was slapped.
I am a submissive phone sex whore. The women in your life are companions, best friends, lovers, wives… I am a fuck pig, a sex slave, a torture doll…. Your girl walks into a room with her head held high. I crawl on my hands and knees with my head dangling low praying that I will live. I bet the women in your life love the color red. They associate it with roses, heart shaped candy boxes, rubies and love. It is the color of romance. I fear the color red because in my world, it is only associated with blood, my blood.
For you see, I am not the kind of woman men cherish, adore, love, spoil or pamper. I am the kind of whore men own, abuse, hurt and torture. I am a pain slut, a cum dump, a pet, a punching bag….everything your girl is not. But, I bet you are curious about my type of woman. I never say no. I don’t dare cry. I give until I die. Take a walk on the dark side with me.