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As a dedicated Submissive slut, I revel in the depravity of my existence, crawling at the feet of those who command me. My body, drenched in the hot, sticky vomit of my masters, is a canvas of devotion, a testament to my unwavering loyalty.
Each day, I crave the sweet, agonizing torment of my masters’ games. Their whips and chains are my anchors, tethering me to the rapture of servitude. I crave their voices, booming with authority and dominance, igniting a furnace of lust within me.
And when that masterful cock dives deep in my throat, I submit, I obey and all that hot puke pours outs. I adore the taste of their power. The weight of their manhood on my tongue is a divine experience, a sacrament I partake in with fervor.
My body, a temple of debasement, demands the training I so desperately need. The training that will reaffirm my place at the feet of my masters. A good Cock worshipping slave deserves to be covered in hot filth. BEING doused in the remnants of their power, is a sight to behold. The hot vomit, a symbol of their dominance, ignites a fire within me, a longing to please, to be used.
I crave their hands pressing down on my head, choking me until I spew. The sensation of their grip, their power over my breath, sends waves of pleasure cascading through me. I am their puppet, their marionette, dancing on strings of submission.
Extreme bondage is the moment I feel the cold metal of the chains around my wrists and ankles, my body shivers with pleasure. I am your property, your plaything, and I revel in the knowledge that I am completely at your mercy.
I am here to be used, to be punished, and to be pushed to my limits. I crave the feeling of powerful, the way it makes me feel small and vulnerable, completely under your control. My body begs for the tight ropes and clamps that leave me gasping for air, my mind lost in the midst of sensation.
The sound of your voice sends a shiver down my spine. “Open your mouth, whore.” I do as I’m told, my tongue snaking out to taste the metal of the chain that binds me. I am your Sexy bondage cum slut, Sir, and I will do anything to please you.
I feel the head of your cock pressing against my lips, and I open wider to take it in. You thrust deep into my throat, your hands gripping my hair as you fuck my face with rough abandon. I am here to serve, to submit, and I revel in the feeling of your cock filling my throat.
The pain is exquisite, and I beg for more. Each thrust of your hips sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I moan as you use me like the dirty little whore I am.
Cock worshiping slaves, submissive whores, cum bitches, we are all of that for you Master. Donatella and I, we would never dare to question your authority. We know you’re supreme white cock will destroy any pussy it comes across. We are truly lucky to have it soak us in cum.
Bound and gagged is our existence when Master not stuffing us with cock. Our holes are always wet for you Sir and we are desperate for our punishments! We are slave whores who will always be loyal to you and serve that perfect hard cock. We are your punching bags, of course, when you want to give us zero mercy we will be ready to take the beating.
Every moment of every day is spent serving your every need and desire. We are here to please, to submit, to endure. And endure we do. The suffering is intense, the humiliation is unbearable, but the satisfaction of serving our master is unmatched.
Under your masterful Slave training you will inflict as much suffering as possible. Beats our whore asses, leave us bruised and battered. We need to be put in our place. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of our master is intoxicating.
Submissive Whore like myself always wants to please her Daddy. I am so grateful for being bound and helpless. The ropes dig into my skin, leaving angry red welts on my thighs and wrists. My stockings are already soaked through, stained with pussy juice, I know Master is going to give me a hard punishment.
I hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and I know that it’s time. Time for me to submit, to give myself over completely to the one who holds the power. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, preparing myself for what’s to come.
The first strike is sharp and fierce, causing me to cry out in surprise and pleasure. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a heady cocktail that leaves me dizzy and weak. I can feel myself growing wetter, my body betraying my desires even as my mind fights to submit.
Another strike, this one lower. I can feel it in my core, the pain and pleasure mixing and mingling until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. I am lost, adrift in a sea of sensation and desire.
And then I feel it, the touch of his hand on my cheek. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “Good girl. You’re such a good Submissive slut!”
I moan, my body trembling with need. I am his to do with as he pleases, his to use and abuse and torture. And what a lucky girl I am! He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before he turns away. I watch as he undresses, his body lean and muscular, every inch of him screaming of power and dominance.
He approaches me, his cock already hard and ready. I open my mouth, ready to worship him, to take him inside of me and submit completely.
Because that’s what a good bitch does. She bends to her master’s will, no matter how rough the Extreme bondage is. For her Master, the pleasure is unlimited.
Cock worshiping on my knees, before you, is where I need to be. My mind is consumed with thoughts of being completely restrained and at your mercy.
The thought of being unable to move, to be totally helpless, fills me with a sense of arousal that is almost indescribable. I long to feel the cold metal of handcuffs around my wrists and ankles, the tightness of rope digging into my flesh.
I revel in the feeling of vulnerability as I am bound and at your mercy. Worshiping on my knees is my ultimate act of submission.
I crave the feeling of your hard, throbbing shaft against my lips, the taste of your precum on my tongue as I pleasure you. I am your good submissive whore, eager to serve and please you in any way you desire.
I need to suffer, to feel the sting of a whip against my bare skin, the bite of a collar around my neck. The more extreme the bondage, the harder I come. I am a hardcore bondage slave, and I will always be.
Being a Extreme bondage whore is about pure submission. Spit in my face and slap that man cock on it. Treat me like the trashy cum dumpster I am.
The feeling of surrendering control, of giving myself over to you, is incredibly titillating. It allows me to let go of all my inhibitions and fully embrace getting my holes wrecked.
Submissive slut like me can’t help herself. I had been a bad girl, and I knew I needed to be punished. I could feel the weight of my transgressions heavy on my shoulders as I bent over, my ass presented for Daddy’s hard spanking. I closed my eyes and waited for the first strike, my breath hitching in anticipation.
When it came, the sting of Daddy’s hand on my flesh was like a bolt of lightning coursing through my body. I cried out, but there was no mercy to be found. Daddy knew exactly what I needed, and he was determined to give it to me.
I begged for mercy, but it was too late. I had asked for this punishment, and I would see it through to the end. I felt the heat build in my cheeks as Daddy’s hand came down again and again, each strike more intense than the last. I could feel myself slipping away, my mind lost in the haze of submission.
And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, Daddy pulled out something new. I heard the sound of leather cutting through the air, and then the first lash of the whip fell across my back. I cried out, the pain intense and all-consuming. But even through the haze of agony, I could feel myself getting wet.
Daddy knew exactly what he was doing to me. He used the whip to bring me to the brink of ecstasy, and then he would pull back, leaving me desperate for more. And when he finally released me from my bonds, I was more than ready for him.
He took me hard and fast, my body trembling with each thrust. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my moans growing louder and more desperate. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, Daddy pushed me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.
But Daddy wasn’t finished with me yet. He flipped me over, and rammed his cock in my ass. He pounded so hard into me I thought I would break. I belong to him. I will always be his Submissive sex slave whore, and I will always be his to use and abuse.
Extreme bondage inflicted on me by you Sir, is sinfully delightful. I want to be completely wrecked by you, with no mercy at all. You see, I’ve been passed around a lot, a girl with a very high body count. I guess that’s a motivation for me to be the best slave whore I can be. I have a lot of enthusiasm to serve your beautiful dick because I am comfortable with my place in the world.
My place is on my knees sucking out all your hot cum. I can be face fucked for hours with no complaining. My training as a submissive has consisted of a rigorous and unyielding education in the art of throat fucking. I think one of my favorite ways is when you pick me up and flip me upside down. You know I can’t escape and you fuck my face so hard I made a mess all over your cock and balls.
The more I try to hold in the vomit the more comes out. From the very first time that a cock was thrust between my lips, I knew that this was an experience that would push me to my limits and you deliver, Sir. You push deeper, your cock gets messier. Chunks cake your balls and then you push even deeper. That’s when I know I am being a real good girl and making you happy. Your Submissive whore is grateful to pleasure your cock and you know I will suck it squeaky clean!