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!
