Category Archive: Extreme bondage

Fucked by master and his furry friend

I was so humiliated, my master/sir had me tied down and made me suck his cock while his furry friend licked my asshole and cunt. My master made me eat out the bowl used to feed his four legged companion and  I was made to be his bitch He said since I was such a good little itch that he was going to breed us. I was tied down in the position that gave his furry friend complete access to smell and sniff my pussy, my asshole and lick me inside and out. I was then straddled by him and  he inserted his non human cock into my pussy, as he was thrusting and kept popping out of me he would go between holes and my pussy and asshole were his personal playground to make mini barkers . When his furry companion was done fucking my holes and my master had shot his load into my throat, they left me there dripping in human and barker cum. It was so humiliating.

 

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Take it out on me.

Submissive slutThe first blow busted my lip. I felt the blood fly and I knew he was planning on taking all of his aggression out on me. He was my Master’s boss and his wife had cheated on him. I was taking the punishment that she deserved. He had dressed me up in her clothes and wearing her perfume. He raged, calling me a whore and telling me how I had ruined his life.

He slammed me up against the wall and I fell to my knees. “Have mercy, sir.” I begged but it was futile. He was drooling in his hatred, his cock standing out and purple. He kicked me solidly in the stomach. When My mouth flew open, he rammed his cock into it.  All of his rage was directed at my mouth as he battered my throat with his fuckstick. I gurgled and choked.

He began to scream. “You’re a dirty whore. You suck big black cocks behind my back.” I felt sorry for him and reached up to stroke his balls. They were so full. I bobbed on his swollen penis, tasting the metallic pre-cum that had been building. A submissive just knows what a man needs. I urged him to grab me by the hair and use me. The force of his orgasm made him stagger backwards. We fell to the floor, gasping. We were just getting started. Sometimes a man just needs a hot fuckhole to take his stress out on.

Master’s Well Trained Whore

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Part of being a good bondage whore depends on your tolerance for pain. When I first became a slave, I was such a wimp. You abused me so bad, saying that I deserved it and that I needed to be “broken.” You dry-fucked me with your large cock. You starved me. I cried and begged. You laughed in my face saying that I needed to toughen up unless I wanted to be sold.

It was like a part of my mind shut down. I became a true BDSM piece of meat. I learned to take a punch without flinching, only thanking you for the pleasure. You let your friends violate me for hours to try to make me beg. But it was too late. That part of me that felt things had been destroyed. I became a fuck-tube and a cum dumpster, nothing more. I was quietly obedient, lady-like even with a busted face and a bruised body. Even as your cock pounded my swollen mouth, my mind belonged only to me. When you realized that I was trained, you eased up on me. I still scream and beg sometimes for your amusement. I pretend that I cannot take one more blow, or one more minute of the terror you inflict but somewhere, in my soul, I’ve grown to love this life. I await your orders, Master. How may I please you tonight?

 

I wasn’t always submissive.

Bondage and submissionI wasn’t always this submissive. Bondage and submission were never part of my lifestyle. I lived a life of royalty with a doting husband and sweet young ones. I never had to work. My husband asked very little of me. I didn’t realize how much I was failing at my job of being a good wife. Sometimes he would ask me for things. Like wanting me to lick his asshole or give him a gagging blow job. I just laughed at him. I’d catch him late at night looking at BDSM porn. Then came the day that I discovered his mistress, or rather his slave. He had found a submissive woman to do those things that I refused. I vomited when I saw the pics of him beating her or with her wearing a ball gag. I wanted a divorce.

Instead, he made me disappear. Or, rather, he sold me into slavery. My cruel master taunted me with the pics of the poor widower pleading for my return. Soon, he had me declared dead and collected my insurance. I am forgotten. I do not exist.  I am solely a piece of meat. A breathing carcass belonging to my Master. I’m an obedient fuck doll with orifices to be used. Nothing matters now. I can never have my life back. So, now I am that woman. That obedient slut who lives like a pet in a cage, hoping only for a few scraps and a pat on the head. Oh how I wish I would’ve taken my husband seriously and been the woman he asked me to be. But now it’s too late. I am just a BDSM whore now and I beg you for your mercy.

Submissive phone sex with Annalise

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I sit alone in my chastity belt. Master caught me playing with my pussy. To punish me he put this torture device that clamps onto my labia while a long wand reaches up into my pussy. he has the remote control. At his whim, he can send shock waves through me, bending me double.

I should’ve know better. I was lost in my own little world fantasizing about giant cocks and black men. My hand slid into my panties. Perhaps if I were a better slave, he would allow me to service a black stud for him. Master is cruel but his cock is small. Maybe that’s why he punishes me so harshly.

I know that when he comes home from work tonight that my punishment will continue. His anger is unlimited when I am disobedient. Maybe he will shove a garden hose up my cunt and turn it on full blast or maybe he will hang me with nipples clamps until I beg for mercy. I never know what to expect. So, for now, I will sit here in lock down, waiting for the pain that is sure to come. I know my place. It’s at my Masters feet and I will worship him like a god forever.

How may I please you, sir?

Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex goes hand in hand with being a submissive. I love being tied up, it is just hard to tie yourself up. I have become quite good at tying up my boobs, however. I like to make them look like torpedoes for your abuse. This weekend, my son caught me practicing with ropes on my tits. He liked the image of seeing my boobs look like cow udders he said. He offered to help me. I should have known better. Not only did he tie up my breasts, he tied me to the bed. I could feel the ropes cutting into my flesh. I could feel the circulation stopping. I was in pain and pinned to the bed like a squashed bug. My son started slapping my tits. He even flicked his cigarette ashes on my breasts. He came on my tits and left me. I thought he would be back soon. I feel asleep despite the pain. Woke up when my son returned with some friends. They looked like hungry vultures circling me like I was roadkill. They pulled out their cocks and started stroking their dicks while I was all tied up.  I was in pain from the lack of circulation to my breasts, but no one cared, especially not my son. They just laughed and masturbated. I had rope burns and cuts that opened my flesh under my tits.  I begged to be released. I promised to be a good mommy, a good whore. Nothing. Just the look of disdain for his own mother in his eyes. His friends started mounting me like I was a drunk coed at a frat party. They fucked me until they had all had a turn. They paid my son money as they left. My son finally untied me. My boobs looked like they were used as air bags in a car accident. It will be awhile before I can even put a bra on again. I guess now I have a new extreme bondage story to share.

Tied Up and Spanked

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The blood was rushing to my head, but I couldn’t move. I was tied upside down to a chair. The ropes cut into my skin, cutting off circulation to my limbs. Master came up and smacked my bare ass as hard as he could. I let out a piercing shriek as my skin stung with his fury. Again and again, he brought down his palm with immense strength. Tears streamed from my eyes, dripping from my forehead to the ground. My ass must have looked tomato red by that point. He then pulled out a cane and stared whacking my ass. Already sore from the bare bottom spankings, the cane felt as though it were a gun shot. I must be bleeding, I thought, but I felt no blood trickling down. Please, Master, I’ll be a good girl! Whack! There was no saving myself from his wrath. He took out his cock from his pants and drove it right into my ass. The chair shook from the force of his thrusts. Whimpering, I curled my toes, trying to make it through the pain. He stopped to paddle my ass, then started fucking my pussy as he continued to paddle me. Finally, he stood up to blow his load all over my exposed and beaten ass. He went to shower before coming back to untie me.

Pussy Spanking phone sex with Naomi

Master caught me playing with my pussy. He caught me with 2 fingers deep inside of my pussy. I was trying to make myself squirt. I wanted to cum! Master has not let me cum in over a month. He said I needed to learn to cum from pain. He tied me up and spread my legs wide open. He said nothing to me and that scared me. I knew he was about to punish me for touching myself without his permission. This pussy is his. This ass is his. I am not to touch either of my holes without my masters permission and I did. Put a ball gag in my mouth and then started to tease my pussy. His fingers were working wonders. He felt a gush of my pussy juices flow over his fingers. He pulled them out and rubbed my pussy juices over my face. Then he started whipping my pussy.

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Smacking my enlarged clit, beating my bald pussy lips. It hurt so fucking bad but he was enjoying himself. I could see his drooling cock getting harder and harder as he whipped me. I wanted his cock so fucking bad that the whipping started to feel so good. The pain sent shivers down my spine to my toes! I tried to beg him to let me cum, but I couldn’t get a word out with this gag in my mouth.

Sexy Bondage with Gretchen

When I came to, I was hogtied on the couch, my face all but buried in the back of it. I worked my way to a more breathable position, and heard someone walk into the room. Sexy bondageI started to panic, but apparently they weren’t in there for me just now. Then, it came back to me. I had been drugged, and through the haze that was my memory, visions of being tied up like this, having my skirt shoved up and hands probing into my cunt and ass appeared. I could remember the faces burying themselves in my pussy, cock being shoved down my throat until I threw up. I remembered my hands being pulled to the furthest that the ropes would allow, and a cock placed between them. Being made to stroke that cock off. Then, I remembered the cum – all over my face, my ass, inside of me. I felt dirty but hot and horny at the same time. What is it about being used and abused that turns me on so much?!Hardcore bondage

Getting to know Hypoxyphilia

Submissive WhoreHypoxyphilia (more commonly known as ‘autoerotic asphyxiation’) is a rare and potentially life threatening sexual paraphilia where a person seeks to reduce supply of oxygen to the brain during a heightened state of sexual arousal. The definition was floating through my head as I wheezed for breath. My head so light and floaty as that belt around my neck just off my air just enough. It was amazing when mixed with the cock fucking me hard from behind. My master’s growls of pleasure flitting my ears as he held the belt like a leash. Just keeping me on the edge of consciousness so there was nothing but this floating, beautiful, abyss of pleasure all around me and running through me. I love it when my Master chokes me as he uses my pussy… Especially when we cum together, my pussy so tight around his cock as he twitches inside of me filling me with his amazing cum.

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