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Master decided to treat my whore holes to some degradation. He loves putting my ass hook in and chaining it to my neck so that he can control me. I eagerly wait for him to get me all hooked up so that my ass stays in the air.

         Ass up is master’s favorite way to take advantage of my pathetic cunt. With a ball gag in, a collar and chain locked into my hook, he guides my ass exactly where he wants me. He loves to abuse and pump my cunt full of cum. Sometimes he’ll leave my hook in for hours until I beg and plead for him to fuck my throbbing pussy. And I always make sure to thank sir after!

 

Submissive Whore Tit Torture

submissive whoreSubmissive whore torture for me is having my big breasts tied up. Master never just ties up my boobs, however. I was not alone. He had his other slaves tied up too. I thought our boobs were bound for cum. Master is found of bukkake parties. Before the cum came he said, we needed to experience some pain. That could have meant anything to him. What it ended up meaning in that moment was hot wax nipple torture. He thinks hot white wax looks like dried cum and hot red wax looks like dried blood. He poured hot white wax all over my big boobs. It hurts intensely for a few moments, but then it cools off. Hours of this however, is the stuff torture phone sex nightmares are made of. My boobs were on fire. I was starting to blister in sensitive places. I cried, but he smacked me. His other slaves were not fairing as well as me, and I was barely keeping my shit together. After he was done with the torture part of our encounter, he brought in several friends. They circle jerked on our sore boobs. The hot jizz he said would act as salve to heal the blistering skin. It only stung more. But we weren’t there for our pleasure. We were there for his. Just like when you call me, I am there for your pleasure only.

Public Humiliation

Submissive phone sexAs you all know I am looking for a Master, and I have been for quite some time now.  I have met many Men who think They can just do the BDSM thing, and it turns out that They can’t.  BDSM isn’t about just hurting someone, believe it or not what You can do and cannot do is completely up to the submissive.  If Your sub has a hard limit then do not cross it, there is a good reason for them to have it, so respect it.  I say all that because I recently had an experience which I was sorely disappointed in.

I know a few P/people in the scene who have guided me, taken me under their wing, so when T/they suggest S/someone that I should make contact with I do so, without question.  I texted the number that was given to me and received a reply.  W/we were going to meet up at a very nice Hotel in the downtown area.  He instructed me to wear a body stocking, heels, and a coat over top.  I went to the room and He was not there yet.  However, there was a lovely display of food and a handwritten note telling me He would be late, to relax and enjoy the food and drink.

I had been there only a few minutes when the door opened up.  He marched in, grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me to the floor.  Before I could even move he slapped a pair of handcuffs on me.  Then ordered me into the bedroom.  This was unheard of, He wasn’t familiar with me, nor was I familiar with Him.  Usually there is a conversation before any type of play, detailing what is expected.  He however, went right into it.  I knew then that He was not at all experienced, and did not know how to be a Dom, and this situation could turn dangerous very quickly.

I started to speak, with great respect, but He hauled off and smacked me across the face.  Now I was just pissed off.  I wasn’t going to give myself over to Someone who was this violent right from the get go.  I asked him to take the cuffs off, He once again slapped me hard across the face, my lip started to bleed.  I decided that if I didn’t want to risk being severely hurt I should just comply.  He shoved me onto the bed, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

He told me to keep my head up, I did.  He put a collar on me along with a lead, then He used the lead to pull me off the bed.  It took me a moment to gain my balance.  He yelled at me to walk.  I started to walk around the room, but He pulled me so hard with the lead that I still have a mark on my neck from it.  He said, “No! We are going to go and walk the halls bitch!”  You see this a hard limit for me, I work at a very prestigious company and I did not want to run into S/someone I might know.

He pushed me out the door.  I was almost in tears at this point.  It was a mixture of being pissed off, embarrassed and completely humiliated.  He walked me up and down that hallway for at least twenty minutes.  He was berating me the whole time, I couldn’t help but think that there might be little ones in someone of those rooms and I certainly did not want to get arrested just because this ass clown didn’t know what He was doing.

We went down to the next floor, again, W/we marched up and down the hallway for the same amount of time.  W/we finally returned to the room, He took the collar off, pushed me down on the bed to position me on my back with my head hanging off the side of the bed.  Due to the fact that I was wearing a now torn body stocking I was slipping off, all  I could think of was hitting my head on the floor and breaking my neck.  Nothing about this play was safe, nothing.  He came on my face then took the cuffs off.

He smiled at me and asked me how I liked spending time with Him.  Since W/we were no longer in play mode I told that idiot off!  Men like Him cause severe damage and injury.  They are dangerous.  Tomorrow I am going to have to have a talk with the one who had me get in touch with Him in the first place.  Luckily, Those I speak to here know how to be a Dom, and for that I am grateful!

Bondage Phone Sex Story

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex stories, I have plenty to talk about. I have been tied up half my life I would guess. Daddy would tie me up on the weekends when he had to work. He didn’t want me running away. He made me the bondage slut I am today. My son was in one of his “I hate mother” moods. He found a box I had hidden of old bondage photos. They go back to my youth. Souvenirs, I guess. He decided to hog tie me in some of the poses he saw in the photos. He is not into the art of bondage. I am not his bondage whore. I am his mommy whore. He hates me. Blames me for all that is wrong with his life. He tied me so hard several times that the ropes cut my flesh. When he saw me bleeding, he pissed on my wounds which burned. He just laughed at me. He had me me tied like a mummy. I was flat on the ground wrapped tightly like a side of beef. He stood over me urinating in my face and flicking his cigarette ashes on my body. I don’t know what I did to deserve his wrath. I thought I could handle the abuse until he invited over his friends. They are a bunch of mean sons of bitches just like my son. They pissed on me, came on me and gangbanged me. They never untied me though. I was like that for almost 24 hours until my daughter rescued me. It was a humiliation like none before.

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The very first time I felt the sting of a crop across my ass I winced.  The sting that it left was both painful and at the same time delicious.  With each and every swat I found myself being lulled into a dream like state.  The Master who was administering the strikes told me to just let go, float along, allow my body to enjoy the delicate balance between pain and pleasure.

I gave in as instructed.  I began to moan with pleasure.  I could hear Him behind me, His breathing changing every time the crop came in contact with my reddened flesh.  There was no pain at that point, just pure pleasure.  He pressed his fingers against my now aching pussy.  He pulled at my pussy lips, stretching them down as far as he could pull.  Just the simple fact that His fingers were so close to my cunt made me even wetter.

He asked me to Whom did I belong, I gasp out, “You.”  He brought the crop down with more force.  His voice low, guttural in tone, asking me once more to Whom did I belong.  I almost shouted, “You!”  He put the crop down to come and stand in front of me, He directed me to take His magnificent cock in my mouth.  He pulled my head back, I want to beg for Him to bring me to orgasm but I knew that His needs were all that mattered.

I opened my mouth as He thrust his hips forward to shove His throbbing cock deep into my throat.  He held it there as He told me to look up at Him.  I was not to divert my eyes from His.  He throat fucked me as my cunt dripped with pussy juice.  It hungered for Him to tease it to release.  He came in my mouth, stroking my face gently as He pulled his spent cock from my mouth.  He told me that I had to wait a bit longer, He wasn’t done with O/our playtime yet.

I said, “Yes Sir.” He told me that I was a good girl and that He would be back shortly.  I laid there aching for His touch as the pain returned to my tender ass, I winched as I rolled onto my back in the position that He always made me wait in.  I reveled in the knowledge that I had pleased Him and that He had given me the ultimate gift of His cum.  

I Love Being a Bondage Whore

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I love being a bondage whore, but it does get me into some predicaments. Tony answered my ad on a fetish site. I was looking to get tied up and I did. The problem was once he had me bound and gagged, he brought over some friends. Not what I was planning nor what was agreed on. He didn’t give a fuck. He had me in such a position that my hands were tied behind my back with strong rope and my ass was in the air. I watched as he collected money from these guys to fuck me. He was pimping me out to strangers. They fucked my ass for hours. No lube, no condoms. Just hours of hard core ass fucking. Cum was running out of my ass like the river Styx. More guys came in, laid their money down and started fucking my ass. Some just nutted on my face and laughed at what a cum dumpster I was. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. After all the guys were done fucking this submissive slut, Tony took his turn. He seemed to enjoy my dirty cum drenched fuck holes. I can’t wait to see him again.

Bondage Submission Due to Bad Decisions

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I haven’t been making the best decisions lately and my master thinks that some bondage submission might help. My master no longer trusts that I will behave if left home alone. So you made me come to the office with you today. I felt so embarrassed when you told one of your employees that I was too naughty to be left home alone. Little did I know how much worse things were going to get for me. You took me into the office that connects to yours but is used for storage. You made me sit in an office chair and then you tied me up.

You told me that you would not gag me as long as I remained quiet. You told me to use this time to reflect back on the past few days and my bad choices. Then you just walked out and shut the door. I could hear you next door talking to clients and employees. After a few hours I was tired of sitting in this same position. I was also starting to get hungry and needed to go to the potty. I couldn’t help but to try and wiggle myself free. As I started moving the chair was rocking on the floor. I didn’t think you would hear me. I thought he had already left for lunch. I swear it felt like had had been tied up for most of the day, but I was wrong.

Just as I had managed to untie my hands, you walked in and ask me what I thought I was doing. You told me that it had been less than two hours since you had left me alone. Yet, I had managed to get myself into trouble again. You walked over and finished untying me. I started trying to apologize but you told me to save it. I started crying as soon as you started unbuckling your belt. Not only did I not want to be spanked with your belt but I did not want to be punished at your office.

The thought of someone hearing me getting spanked was so embarrassing. You told me I should of thought about that before I decided to try and wiggle lose. You made me pull up my skirt and bend over your desk. You told me to pull down my panties. The leather bit into my skin causing me to scream out in pain. You continued to strap my ass with your leather belt until I was sobbing. My ass was left in angry red welts. You then made me stand in the corner in front of you with my spanked ass on display. I stood there crying and praying that no one walked in and saw me like this.

Curfew curse

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I swear I have a curse on me. I always get caught by my master when I am late. It was a night out with my friends. I never cared to text my boss that  I was going to go out for a girls night out and I much less didn’t tell him it was going to be all night long. My master installed a tracking device and was furious with me. The next day he came over with one of his pets and decided Shiloh needed a to be a better submissive slut. He had this slave get me on all fours and started to fist me hard with no mercy. I had tears running down my face pleading and begging. He had no compassion and wanted me to know who was in charge. If I ever disrespect him that way again I will have get the glass dildo with the knife on the edge. I won’t ever disobey my master again. The pain was so unbearable. I learned my lesson for sure!!!

Master’s Mark

Submissive WhoreI’m such a stupid bitch! It’s all my fault for making Master so mad. If I wasn’t so useless I wouldn’t be in this situation right now. It’s the only thing I keep thinking about when I look around the room. It’s so dark, and I can’t move. Early tonight I was cleaning Masters dishes and I had dropped a mug and he got furious. He got on the phone with someone saying he was sending me away to learn my lesson. Within a hour a nice dress man came, he put a leash on my collar then him and Master made me walk like a animal to the back of his car. Master said to not bring the bitch back until I she’s been marked properly. We arrived here and he strapped me down and left the room. The light in from under the door is all that I see, I hear the occasional noise or bump but I feel so alone. Finally he comes back in with a small black bag and he looked so cheerful. He ran his hand up various parts of me mumbling to himself about scars. Finally he stopped in the middle of the front oh my thigh and smiled. He opened his bag and went off to the side and grabbed a white towel. He got the towel under my leg and too out what looked like a scalpel and he started cutting. The pain sent shocks up my body and I twisted and screamed. “You must stay still if I don’t get it perfect I’ll have to pick another place. I’ve marked many whores more then once just for not being still” as threatening his words were he said them in such a nonchalant way. I bit the inside of my cheek as I pushed threw the pain as he craved away at my skin. He wrapped my legs up and released me from my ties. “Those are deep to leave the proper scarring they will bleed for a bit. You must let heal without messing with it or he will send you back for another.”He grinned. “It will bleed for a bit but you are now marked with you Masters seal, he’ll at least be keeping you until he finds a way to get rid of you…”he trailed off his face slightly twisted in a deranged smile as if he had excited himself. He began to send chills up my spine but he got up and composed himself. He then called my Master to discuss the details of my return.

Bondage and Submission Whore

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Bondage and submission are what I live for. Since my Master of twenty plus years released me, I have been looking in all the wrong places for a suitable replacement. Master was the last of a dying breed. Dominant men nowadays are cruel and violent. I have been visiting fetish clubs and online chat rooms looking for a new master, but I have been unsuccessful. Bitches like me need to be owned.  I crave being told what to do every moment of the day. I want to answer to someone.  I don’t do well on my own. I am not smart enough or strong enough to survive on my own.  I was telling this to a prospective master the other night. He got up, walked closer to me and slapped my face. He told me I was too worthless and ugly to own. He said I was only good to use for a night. That is just what he did too. He pissed in my mouth and forced his cock in my feckless whore holes while calling me names. He came on my face, took a picture and spit on me as he walked out the door. I was sad he left so soon, but happy to be used, even if briefly. I guess until I can find someone who wants to own this submissive whore long term, I will keep having these random humiliating encounters.

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