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Being a Submissive slut gives me more satisfaction than anything else. I think I craved degradation at a young age. Daddy knew I needed to suffer to be a good girl. And if I followed his orders, I was always rewarded. I am allowed to have as many dominant men to claim me as possible. The office bitch is just a front. The only reason I got into that kind of work was that I knew I would find plenty of Masters to use me.
I get a lot of one-on-one dates, but when there is group action, I really get a brutal beating. My nipples stiffen at the thought of being displayed, groping hands roughly pawing over my body. The smirks of the men who are going to give me a beating can make me cum if I am not careful.
After all the Slave training from Daddy, I know better than to cum without permission. Being a human footstool means I get to endure endless degradation. My cunt weeps at the moment I get permission to squirt. All that suffering gives me the power to cum buckets. I think a bitch’s place is to serve. I know it’s my calling.
I’ve always known I was meant to be a S&M porn slave. My body craves the sting of pain, the ache of abuse, the utter domination of my will. And I’ve been blessed to find a Master who knows how to make me suffer so exquisitely.
He owns me, body and soul. My nipples are his to pinch and twist, my cunt his to fuck and fill with his seed. He pushes me to my limits, then beyond, until I’m sobbing and shaking, overwhelmed with agonized ecstasy.
Our sessions are a blur of sweat and leather, chains and whips. Master always binds me tight, my flesh marked with welts and bruises. He says they’re souvenirs of his lustful brutality. I’m his toy, his plaything, to use as he sees fit.
And now he has escalated my torture. Bound by a thick rope, I’ve been hanging there for hours. Any movement and the ropes would tighten, causing more pain. He loved every moment I was there. He took advantage while I was hopeless.
He pulled out his thickest whip and ruined my back. I could feel the streams of blood dripping down my ass crack. The sight of my bleeding whipped black got Master so hard he railed my asshole with my blood as his lube. And, of course, I just took it; no matter what, I can’t escape being a Submissive Whore.
Extreme bondage slave needs to be needs to be punished. I know how hard you’re going to be punished, and it gets me so worked up. I know you are the right person for the job, and that’s why I call you Master. I waste no time complying. I drop to the floor and crawl to the Master. Your strong hands fisted in my hair, yanking my head back hard. You spit in my face and make me apologize for being such a dirty little whore.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I mewled, tears pricking at my eyes. “I’m sorry for being a stupid cum toilet. But I beg for your cock like the cock-hungry slut I am.”
Satisfied with my contrition, you release me. “Up. Bend over the bar.” I did as I was told, presenting my ass to you. Your palm cracked against my cheeks, painting them red. “Count them out, whore.” One. Two. Three. Each spank shattered my composure a bit more. By the time Master reached ten, I was dripping, begging for more. “Turn around and untie my pants. I’m going to fuck this bratty mouth and throat until you’re gagging for it.”
Yes, I thought deliriously. Yes, use me, abuse me, ravage me. I’m yours to ruin. As you hauled me up, I knew this was just the beginning of a long, depraved night. A night of being split open on cock after cock, servicing the insatiable beasts that haunted the shadows. And I couldn’t fucking wait. For I am a Submissive slut addicted to the sweet sting of pain and the heady rush of being utterly used. I was a broken toy, and I couldn’t imagine existing as anything else.
Submissive slut stands before my Master, naked and trembling. It’s been at least 8 hours that I have been naked. Slaves are not allowed to wear clothes. But it’s cold dangling from these chains. Hanging here makes me realize how important it is for me to be an obedient slut. The weight of the corporate world comes to a grinding halt when I serve as a bondage slave.
He begins the slow, deliberate process of restraint, winding ropes around my limbs, cinching them tight until the circulation is cut off and my flesh swells a livid purple. I gasp as he buckles on a heavy leather gag, forcing my jaw wide in a perpetual scream of silent ecstasy. Drool dribbles down my chin as he secures my bonds to the center pole, leaving me a helpless, suspended object for his depravity.
The first lash of the flogger cracks the air, and the gag swallows my howl. Again and again, he rains down blows across my back and ass, each kiss of the stinging leather stoking the fire in my core to an exquisite blaze. My body dances from the chains, jerking in a jerky rhythm as the pain rises to a crescendo, pushing me to the edge of oblivion.
I am nothing but a receptacle, a tool for his gratification. My world narrows to the searing stretch of his cock, cleaving my cunt, the stinging lashes of his hands, the blazing ecstasy of utter submission. At this moment, all the burdens and pretenses fall away, and I am unapologetically, ecstatically myself.
His climax is explosively violent, flooding my spasming channel with jets of hot seed. He collapses against me, still buried to the hilt, his weight and heat enveloping me like a cocoon. In the midst of my pain, I have never felt more complete, more myself, more of a Submissive Whore. I am reborn in the crucible of suffering and submission, a true slave, surrendered to my darkest desires.
Cock worshiping slave‘s heart raced with anticipation as she stood before her Master, her body trembling with desire. She couldn’t wait to feel his strong hands on her, binding her tightly in the silken ropes that would leave her completely at his mercy. Her eyes darted hungrily over his body, taking in every ripple of muscle and inch of his hard cock that strained against his pants. As he began to tie her up, she let out a soft moan of pleasure, her head falling back against the cold wall.
The feel of the ropes against her skin sent shivers through the slave’s body, and she couldn’t help but wriggle her ass in excitement. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as he bound her wrists tightly behind her back and then lifted her into the air, suspending her by her ankles. “Please, Master,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Choke me out with your cock, Master.” He smiled cruelly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He wrapped a thick leather strap around her throat, tightening it slowly, her mouth opened and he stuck his dick down her throat. She could barely breathe as he fucked her face.
She gasped for air, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the darkness begin to creep in at the edges of her vision. “That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice deep and rough. “Take it all.” With a final, brutal tug on the strap and a push to get it deeper down her throat,, he cut off her air supply completely. She thrashed wildly, her body arching towards him as she fought for breath. But it was no use; she was completely at his mercy. As she began to fade in and out of consciousness, all she could think about was serving her Master’s cock. She belonged to him, body and soul, and she would always be his loyal Submissive slut
My Slave training made me the submissive cum bitch I am today. My life has been a rollercoaster of erotic experiences, and I’ve always been eager to please. The first time I was introduced to my trainer, I was nervous and excited. He was a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes that seemed to penetrate my very soul. I knew from that moment that I was in for a wild ride.
The first few weeks of my training were intense, to say the least. I was taught to be the perfect submissive, learning how to please my Master in every way possible. My training involved a combination of physical and mental exercises, and cruel mind tricks to keep me on my toes.
My throat was always used as hard as possible. He told me that he was going to fuck way my gag reflex. So there I am, on my knees, my mouth wide open, waiting for his cock to enter. As he slid his member between my lips, I could feel the salty taste of his pre-cum. It was a taste I quickly grew to crave.
He started off slow and just held his cock as far down my throat as possible. He forced my head down and as much as I am a Submissive slut, I started fighing for air. I couldn’t help but fight for air. I didn’t mean to but I shouldn’t have done that. Master punished me for being disobedient. He grabbed me by the ears and slammed my head up and down. I’ve never been face fucked that hard before. He gave me a bloody nose right before he filled up my mouth up with cum.