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Bondage whore is better when hanging. Think about it, when I am totally helplessly hanging from your ceiling, the possibilities are endless.
Oh, it is a sweet agony of having my limbs stretched taut. I want my body arched in a delicious stretch, as I dangle from the chains digging into my skin.
The pain takes over, and I am all yours. The world becomes a vivid, Technicolor dream as I’m left to sway gently in the air, a living, breathing work of art for my tormentor’s pleasure.
This is my place, my sanctuary, where I can fully embrace my submissive nature and surrender to the exquisite pain and humiliation that drives me wild. Whip me and make me suffer every moment.
When I’m hanging like this, I’m putty in a dominant Master’s hands. I hope you make me sweat with fear and desperation. As I hang there, my thoughts consumed with “Will he let his piggy slave cum?”
I want to cum, but I want to suffer for it. It’s what I deserve. Torment me with the question. Maybe you will allow me cum, or maybe you won’t. Either way, beat all of me with your cock.
Yank at my restraints, forcing me to writhe and struggle against the unyielding metal, heightening the pleasure-pain that courses through my veins. This is what Bondage and submission is all about!
All bitches should be in Slave training. I think it’s sad how many women are such stuck-up bitches.
Like, you are a whore now, just get on those knees and serve, right? That’s why I work twice as hard to please any man who crosses my path.
I know I don’t deserve the princess treatment. I am a whore and should be treated as such. I want to feel your power and strength.
So beat me with your fists while I gag on your mighty cock.
I want to be tortured. See, I know how much my gender sucks, and I want to do my part to make up for it.
Don’t you have so much built-up frustration? Whether it be an ice queen at the office or your wife being a stupid nag, there is no avoiding these cunts, but I am here to give you what you need.
Unload your balls and your anger on me, and I will only want more. I am your Submissive slut, so make it hurt.
I want to be bruised and bloody. It’s the only way to be a good bitch, to submit and obey and take the beating a stupid whore deserves.
Hardcore bondage puts me in my place. I love the sensation of rough, unforgiving straps digging into my skin, leaving red marks that tell the story of my surrender.
It’s as if my very essence is being squeezed out of me. Leaving me a quivering, slutty mess, desperate for more.
My thirst for bondage knows no limits. I’ll take it any way I can get it – hogtied, spread eagle, wrapped like a mummy, or suspended in mid-air.
The more creative and cruel the restraint, the better. I relish the struggle, the fight against the unyielding materials that pin me down.
It’s a battle I can never win, and that’s what makes it so deliciously addictive.
My Masters know exactly how to work me over, teasing and tormenting me with just enough stimulation to keep me teetering on the edge.
A flick of a tongue, a pinch of a nipple, a whispered promise of pleasure to come. It’s all part of the masterful game of dominance and a play on my body and mind.
As the minutes tick by, the pain builds, and so does my arousal. I’m a dirty little slave and I want to serve Master’s needs, no matter how much pain it causes me. Even when I am at my limit, I want to continue to suffer.
It’s a paradox, this need for both torment and release, but it’s one I embrace wholeheartedly. For in those moments of exquisite agony, I find a freedom I can’t experience any other way.
I am your Extreme bondage whore, and this is my fate – to be tied up, teased, and tortured. Choked out by your cock and my tits black and blue from your beatings. On the rack I suffer to no end.
Extreme bondage, tied and bound, the ground pressing against me knees. Everything hurts and I feel so humiliated. How did I get here?
I think it’s because I’ve always been a stupid slut but the bondage gives me the pain I deserve. Before the bondage I was sleeping with everyone and anyone.
All of my girlfriend’s hated me because I would fuck their husbands and boyfriends.
When I got into bondage, something changed in me. I felt more complete and I do still fuck everyone and everything but I am more disciplined.
The men who dominate me don’t play nice. This is a light bondage play where I pretend to be scared.
The tears coming out of my eyes are real, my sobs of pain are real. I never have a safe word, I don’t deserve one.
After hundred orgasms from that vibrator, every nerve in my body is screaming but I will not stop until I make my Master satisfied.
Inflict all the suffering upon me and then slam that mean cock into me. Destroy every hole I have for your pleasure, I am your Bondage whore.
Submissive Whore, dumb fucking bitch, slave to the man, I am all of these things! I feel right and natural at your feet. It’s my nature to serve and it’s also in my nature to get you off.
I know you need a really slutty girl, so I’ll make sure to put on your favorite outfit. Cute school girl skirt that barely covers my ass.
A tight white crop top, garnished with a little tie, and those white lacey thigh highs. And of course I would never forget my Mary jane shoes and whorish red lip gloss!
I am going to make you cum so hard you get dizzy because you deserve to feel the fucking best. I love worshiping your cock and you know I am a horny girl. So I’m sorry I did suck off all those black guys while waiting for you. I was just so wet and turned on knowing I would make you cum that I just had to suck on those BBC’s.
When you pull out your Master stick, I want to smear my makeup with your precum. Slap it on my sloppy tongue and rub on my face. I want to look like the dirty slut I really am. And when you cum, I’ll be on my Submissive slut knees, tongue out, hoping to get my whole face coated in Daddy juice.
I’m a Bondage whore to the core! I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m spread open and bound tight, a toy for your twisted desires.
After years of living a dull, corporate life, I finally found my true calling as a submissive cock slave to be used and punished at your whim.
My body is my temple, a shrine to pleasure and suffering, and I’ve dedicated it all to serving you. The harder you fuck me, the more I come undone, my mind lost in a haze of ecstasy and submission.
I crave the feeling of being totally at your mercy, helpless and exposed as you take your time with me. The way you stretch my holes wide, the sounds of your grunts and moans as you claim me, it’s music to my ears.
I’m a living, breathing sex doll, created to bring you joy in the most primal, animalistic ways.
I won’t stop diving deeper into the abyss and pushing my body to its limits. When I get impaled by your cock I want the ropes so tight it burns my skin. I need to feel the pain, but I also need degradation. Spit in my face and call me a stupid slut. I indeed am, but I wouldn’t want anything different than Extreme bondage.
I don’t want to be late for my Submissive sex lesson. I scurry home from school and run into the bedroom with a minute to spare. I didn’t even have time to take off my backpack.

He gives me everything I need, and right now I’m about to get a good, hard fucking. Being his slave is the most rewarding “homework” I could ask for. As a sweet, obedient college girl, I crave the discipline and dominance that only my professor can provide.
When my knees are on the ground, my mouth is wide open for him to stick his cock in at his leisure. Presenting myself to him is very important. If I don’t do it properly, my ass will be sore for weeks! But even when he hurts me, I melt under his authority.
He surveys me, taking in my curves in a way that makes my thighs clench together. “Such a naughty girl, coming to me so eager for a lesson.” A wild look in his eye, he reaches out to put on my collar, the symbol of my submission. I shiver at his touch, my nipples hardening in my bra.
When I am leashed up, he walks me around the room and makes me beg for me to taste me. I beg so hard that tears stream down my face. He pulls me in closer and pops his cock in my mouth.
What a lucky girl I am to taste his greatness! A good Submissive slut swallows, he has said. So I keep sucking and sucking until he floods my mouth with his cum, and I don’t stop sucking until it’s all down my belly.
I know I’ve done a good job when he pats me on the head before we move on to our next lesson. Anal gape training is a hard lesson for me because I have such a tight little asshole. But Professor Daddy is the best teacher there is. He will have me gaping wide open!
Cock worshiping is the key to my transformation into a loyal slave, a thoroughly trained bitch for dominant masters to use and abuse.
When I’m on my knees, throat gaping, ready to swallow any cock that’s presented to me, I feel truly alive.
Each thrust, each push deeper into my mouth, destroys a little more of my will, my individuality. It’s a sweet, awful feeling, knowing my capacity to resist is beaten out of me.
My throat is punished, stretched to its limits, and beyond, designed to accommodate the thick girth of a cock without complaint. Each session leaves me gasping, tears streaming down my face, my mouth raw and aching. I need to suffer for total submission.
And that’s what I am – a broken slave, a ruined bitch, destroyed for the pleasure of others. It’s a hard, cruel existence, but oh, the thrill of it.
The knowledge that I’m nothing more than a toy, a plaything, a cumdump for the taking. My only purpose is to serve, to obey, to take what’s given to me and beg for more.
My mind is empty, my thoughts consumed by the craving for the next cock, the next load, the next round of punishment and degradation. Especially for the next cock to destroy my throat.
They say a good slave is a broken one, and I can’t argue with that. This is my fate, my destiny, and I embrace it with every fiber of my being.
So bring on the cocks, the spanks, the humiliation, and the pain.Let them mold me, train me, break me until there’s nothing left but a obedient, eager, cum-hungry slave, always ready to please, always desperate to serve. The kind of Slave training I need is the brutal kind.