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Erotic bondage stories are my favorite! Here’s a good one!

Erotic bondage storiesSubmissive slutI love sharing my erotic bondage stories. To me, they are not just tall tales that I tell to help you get nice and hard for me. They are actual memories and moments in time that have happened to me that I get to share with other exhibitionists who fantasize about enjoying the worlds of knots and leather. Sometimes the world of BDSM can be extremely rough. However, that is really only a percentage of bondage play. Truthfully it can be quite intimate and sensual whenever you are exploring with a gentle partner who just wants to administer slight pain. 

 

Every knot that is tied tightly against my skin is an intimate moment. Every piece of silk rope slid across my wrist gives meerotic pleasures that feel wonderful. The way that a leather paddle is slapped across my white ass cheek stings. Feeling my blood rush to the surface of my skin leaving a pinkish hew is like a sensation that can’t be replicated. An exchange of pain and pleasure that brings both me and my chosen Sir sensual excitement. 

The act of being hung from a steel apparatus for him to admire his craftsmanship. Every knot, every welt against my perfect skin turns him on more than any other woman ever can. So much so that I will be rewarded with the stimulating penetration of his stiff hard member invading my wet vaginal space. I am dripping for him, and for that, he grunts loudly as thanks. Sir doesn’t have to tell me I am a good girl because it is his load that is the true reward. 

Submissive phone sex: Tied up and blindfolded

Submissive phone sexSubmissive phone sex story: EDM festivals can be very very intense. The way the music pounds across the crowd, the way the crowd mingles and interacts with each other. Not to mention loads of drugs passed around. I decided, along with the encouragement of my Master, to become an artistic display of sorts at one of these events this past summer. The premises is me completely naked except for the ropes tied tightly around the entirety of my body and a blindfold around my face. 

Master set up a rack for me that I was suspended to and a sign was hung around my neck. “Begging for your abuse” was all it said. I was to stay silent except small whimpers were only allowed to leave through a closed mouth. I was not allowed to answer any questions or to ask anyone to stop. 

At first, it was very mild. People would walk by touching my breast and ass. Then as the night moved along and people began to feel both the drugs and the beat of the music they began to release their pent-up rage on me. I was slapped, whipped, and even cut with knives that partygoers brought with them. I held my screams in as I was violated by strangers inserting random objects inside of me. 

The sodomization of my perfect ass was intense as bottlenecks turned to fists. My nipples were clamped by random objects people had them. The pain is intense and orgasmic. I loved the abuse. At the end of the night, Master rewarded me by showering my face with his creamy thick load. I knelt at his feet and thanked him for using me like the worthless fuck whore I was. 

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Pleasing me is not your job, let me serve you and be your Submissive Whore

Submissive WhoreThe beginning of the year brings so much work and stress to hard-working businesswomen. I need a release from all the stress and I absolutely knew this. I didn’t want to go down my usual avenues so I put out a discreet ad looking for a Master to release me from the stresses of the everyday world. Sure there were loads of answers to my pleading, but it was one short reply that really grabbed my interest. “It is not my job to satisfy you, your stress is of no concern to me little useless brat.” My pussy began to flood itself with excitement just reading the words. He truly did not give a fuck about my bad day, week, or year, he just wanted to toy with me. Treat me like what worthless whore I was. 

I leaned back in my office chair thinking of my reply. One hand on the mouse the other my panties I fantasized about the torments that would be available from this enraged Stud should I reply with the wrong answer. Whips and floggers leaving beautiful rosey welts across my milky white skin made my clit stiffen between my eager fingers. I closed my eyes and bit my lips envisioning myself tied to a rack and receiving anal punishment as a vibrator was tied to my dripping cunt forcing me to cum over and over again. I couldn’t help but blow my own load thinking of his forceful punishment. Some I may have never experienced before. I simply replied with “Yes Sir” as I licked my creamy cum from my fingers. Arranging this meeting would be the start of the release I needed. Not that it mattered at all. 

Spank me like a dirty little submissive slut!

Submissive slutIt’s been a hard year at work and I am really craving a release. Of course, that means that I need to visit my favorite Master. It is just he has been so busy himself and has not had very much time for me. I have been messaging him and our schedules have been so conflicting but I just can’t take it anymore and did a big no-no visiting him at his office. I had on a trench coat and white stiletto heels. Stepping up to his assistant I let her know that I did not have an appointment but I needed to see him. 

However, she rejected my request. That would not do for me. I urged her to call him and tell him I was there and assured her he would want to see me. She wouldn’t budge and hearing the commotion outside of his office he stepped into the doorway glaring at me. I knew I was in trouble now. Visiting him at his employer was never acceptable and he was going to make me pay the ultimate punishment. 

He ordered me in and politely sent his assistant to lunch. After he shut the door I tried to apologize telling him how much I missed him and explaining how badly I needed his attention. He said nothing and walked window to window closing his blinds around his office. I dropped my coat, exposing my strap lingerie-covered body, and begged him to spank me. He sat quietly behind his desk, slowly opened his top drawer, and pulled out a metal ruler. 

I had to call an uber to drive me home on account I could not sit. 

Extreme fetish phone sex: Nothing but the biggest for my pussy!

Extreme fetish phone sex

Extreme fetish phone sex has really been peaking my interest lately! I’ve always had this thing for shoving big things into my tiny teen pussy! However, I’m kinda running out of ideas! Maybe a naughty man like you would be interested in helping me gape my teen hole with massive objects! The bigger the better honestly!

I crave being stretched and owned like a dirty little whore by a big strong man that deserves my submission and pain. All of the whimpers fill the room and phone as I get totally absolutely destroyed. I wonder how big we can stretch it! Maybe if you help me really really well, I’ll even share a picture with you! Just maybe!

This photo in this blog is making me so damn horny I’ve literally masturbated to it like 10 times today, because I just can’t help myself! I hope you enjoy it too!

Golden Showers Phone Sex: It’s just a little love nectar.

Golden Showers Phone Sex

“Oh come on honey, it’s just golden showers phone sex.” Nothing to be scared of, right? The fact that he was trying to convince me that it was something sweet and innocent really had me annoyed and a little scared of what was about to come next. You see, I’ve been in training for some time now, and he has really really wanted to try this since the beginning. I always drew the line at any “Golden Nectar” as he called it, touching my body. It’s never been very appealing, except for when I’m intoxicated. Then I get this weird obsession with being owned and degraded that I just can’t really explain, even to myself.

However, the idea of me kneeling before him and a few of his friends as they release the flood gates and piss all over me. It stirs me up just a little inside. Even right now thinking about it, I almost want to call them up and invite them over to shower me in all of their love juices. Care to join them?

I was always taught to be the best submissive whore.

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Ever since I was very young, I have always been taught to be the best submissive whore. My family was really big on being obedient and listening to what the men and elders in the family had to say. We were always taught to only speak when spoken to and to never ever look one of the older Dominant males in the eyes. That was grounds for the ass-beating of a life time.

I still remember the worst beating I ever received like it was yesterday. My Grandfather was speaking to me about my grades and I interrupted him trying to explain why my older male teacher was being unfair. That was by far the wrong thing to do, little did I know my teacher was actually one of my Grandfathers colleagues and they had spoken about me on numerous occasions.

Quickly grabbing me by the hair, just smugly laughing at my protests, my Grandfather drug me across the room tying me to a sawhorse that had been specially made in my family for spankings. You see, it had been handed down for many generations and everyone was very proud of it but very scared of it at the same time. At the bottom, it had these cuffs that my hands and feet were strapped to after I was bent over the leather padded top. I could hear the practice crack of the whip as I noticed my mother standing off in the background. I could see the pained look on her face as she shook her head in disapproval of my actions.

With crack after crack of the whip, my ass started to sting worse than anything I could ever describe. It literally felt like he was laying my flesh open as he spanked me. I will spare you what happened next unless you want to hear it. I’d love to share with you some time if you really wanna know just how fucked up things got that day.

Submissive Phone Sex: The First Day Of Training!

Submissive phone sex

Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to get back to you sooner if you’ve been keeping up with my story. So if you haven’t read my previous blog, my Master took me to a special action to help with my recent behavior. The man who bought me was huge, and demanding and told me he was going to “Fix” my attitude problem. 

Just like I was told, I made sure all of my holes were cleaned out before meeting up at the location I was given on this little business card. I thought it was kinda weird though. He had me meet him at the public library in the middle of town. I came dressed in the slutty little schoolgirl outfit my master had handed me that morning. Before leaving the house he informed me that I had to do everything the man said. That the faster I was an obedient little slut for him the sooner I would be released to come home. 

As I stood there waiting for someone to approach me, I felt a presence come up behind me. A hand clasping around my mouth as a blindfold was slipped over my face. “Hello, Slut.” I heard the deep brooding voice beckon from behind me. Totally unsure of what was about to happen, I felt myself being loaded up into a vehicle. All I could think of was the people always telling you about the p-vans and taking candy from strangers. 

I was terrified honestly. We drove to this place, that smelled old and musty like it was a log cabin in the woods that no one had occupied for some time. Once inside, I was pushed to my knees where I knelt for what felt like forever. Fear encased my body as I began trembling, my heart racing. The fact that he could literally do anything to me, was making my pussy wetter than it had been in some time. 

Just then I heard a few other voices accompanying him in the room. Panic began to take over as I felt them all touching me, stripping me naked as I was strung up by a chain in the middle of the room. Totally exposed to them, bare, cold. Ready to be toyed with at their expense. 

“Are you ready, Slut?” The Dominant asked, nodding my head I let out a whimper. Quickly feeling a whip snap across my ass, I cried out in pain. “Now, once more… Are you ready, Slut?” He asked. 

Letting out another whimper I shook my head once more. Before feeling the whip crack across my bare flesh again. 

“Yes, Sir.” Is the correct response he said in his booming voice as the men around him chuckled. I could tell he was getting frustrated with me as he continued. Their hands moved back to touch me as I softly whimpered “Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.” 

Feeling him caressing my face as he called me a “Good slut.” was such an amazing feeling. The way he touched me and rubbed my pussy still sent aching chills through me. Sitting here thinking of it is making me wet, I think I’m gonna go and rub on myself for a bit! Feel free to come and join me! Next story I’ll tell you about how all three of them took me. 

Submissive Slut Training: Auctioned and Taken… What will happen next?

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Just the other night my Master told me he was through with my bratty bullshit attitude, and that he was going to teach me how to be a proper submissive slut, and show me what it was like to be a real sub. I joked and asked him if it came with a hoagie roll, and he wasn’t too impressed. That night he made me sit on my knees, with my hands resting on my thighs, waking me every time I started to nod off from exhaustion. He didn’t let me up until he was finally ready to go to bed, then he made me sleep right next to him on the floor with only a small blanket and my stuffed rabbit for comfort.

So you can imagine how shocked I was when he picked me up from college earlier today, actually calling me out of class. Making sure I got in the back seat of the car, I could already tell my face was super red with embarrassment as I climbed in asking him what was going on. He just sat there silent, eyeing me in the rearview mirror. Only speaking enough to express his disdain for the outfit I had chosen to wear.

A short while later we pulled up in front of this creepy building that honestly looked like it belonged in a horror film. It was probably one of the scariest places I’ve ever seen in my whole life. And rightfully so, now that I know what it was for. As I reached for the door, I realized he had the child locks on. Rolling down my window a bit, he handed me some steel handcuffs and a blindfold. Instructing me to put the blindfold on before exiting the car, I just looked up at him, fear and need crossing my face.

BDSM phone sexOnce he finally allowed me to exit the vehicle, he firmly shackled my hands behind my back before guiding me to the building. The creaking of the heavy metal door let eerie chills run up my spine as we stepped inside. There was on odd smell in the air, mixed with rusty metal and maybe like a machine shop oil smell. I was honestly terrified of what was about to happen. Although I trusted that my Master had my best interests at heart.

My heart was racing as I was led across the hard concrete floor, I could hear the hushed tones of male voices surrounding me filled with soft whimpers from the women that accompanied them.  “Step up” was all my Master said as he pushed me towards a platform where he quickly began undressing me in front of everyone. I could tell I was in a room filled with people, their breathing and coughing, hushed tones filling the room. I was so nervous.

Before I knew it, he had removed the blindfold from my eyes. Allowing me to see all of the people placed before me. Then I realized what was going on. They were bidding, and I was next in line. Looking at my Master in shock he just motioned for me to continue, stepping forward as I saw hands begin to rise as the silent auction went on. “I told you, I was going to teach you a lesson pet. You’ll see how good I actually am to you,” he whispered into my ear.

Check back for more of the story tomorrow, I’m about to head out and meet the guy who bid the highest. All he told me was to make sure all of my holes were cleaned out and ready to be used. And that I brought my attutide with me so he could take care of it! I’m so nervous! Wish me luck. ♥

Let me be your perfect little cock worshiping whore.

Cock Worshiping

Ever since I was a young girl, I’ve always fantasized about being a little cock worshiping whore. I love the attention that I get from all of the older guys while I’m dressed in slutty little outfits basically throwing myself at them. It’s such an amazing feeling, to be touched and fondled by older men like a dirty needy little whore.

The very first time I was ever treated like a slut was by my English teacher. I could tell he’d been eying me the whole school year, and finally, at mid-term, he pulled me into his office to tell me I’d been failing his class. I’m sure he could see the disappointed look on my face, as he moved across the room. “Well, I do have one option for you to fix it.” She said as he clicked the door locked.

“Come over here, and get on your knees, Breanne,” he said in low hushed tones as I slowly made my way over. Looking up at him with my big pretty eyes I obediently opened my mouth accepting every inch of his shaft. I could tell he really loved shoving it deep enough to make me gag, causing tears to roll down my cheeks.

That day he showed me a whole new side of myself. My “Flower” began to tingle as he continued, dripping, making my panties so incredibly wet. I didn’t know then but he was changing my life as I knew it. Turning me into a cock craving slut.
The moment he bent me over the side of his desk, pushing himself all the way into my tight wet cunt, I cried out. His hand reached out to cover my mouth as I squirmed. His cock was so big! I still think about it to this day.