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Cock worshiping whore kneels before her Master’s towering, rigid cock. This magnificent shaft has beaten me into perfect submission. I may follow my Master’s every command, but I still deserve the pain he gives me. I mean, the focal point of my existence as a slave to cock.
Thick and veiny, it’s pulsing with power/ When you order me to pull it out, my nipples harden to aching points, and juices soak my quivering cunt. The musky, virile scent of your arousal takes my senses, driving me wild with need to serve.
My tongue darts out, licking the broad head in reverent homage before I lavish attention upon the veiny shaft, stroking and sucking with every ounce of skill and devotion at my disposal. Each suckle, each lap, each fondle sends jolts of pleasure coursing through my needy body, stoking the flames of my desperation to please.
It’s best when that heavy shaft slaps me across the face. Each blow harder and harder. You can break my nose with your perfect cock. Keep beating me, Sir, you know I am the one to take every blow you have. Your Submissive slut is grateful for how you wreck me!
Oh, the thrill of being a Submissive Whore is an honor. I need to be choked, gagged, and dominated in the most depraved ways possible. I’m not your typical slut, oh no. I’m a connoisseur of pain, a glutton for punishment, and a slut that craves the darkest punishments.
It’s in my blood, my DNA, and my very soul. The thrill of being owned, controlled, and used like a worthless piece of meat sends shock waves down my spine. I live for the moment when a strong, dominant hand wraps around my neck, squeezing the life out of me. I can’t help but leak everywhere, my pussy dripping with anticipation and lust.
My clit throbs for the rough, Submissive sex that only a true dominant master can provide. The harder they squeeze, the more I submit. I’m not afraid to admit it – I love to surrender control to a powerful, dominant man. It’s the only thing that truly satisfies me.
I know the Extreme bondage debauchery that awaits. The coarse fabric scrapes against my sensitive skin, igniting a fire within me that only subsides when Daddy has tightened every knot to perfection. My back arches as I’m bent over a towering pile of hay, my ankles and wrists bound in an intricate web of restraint. When the realization hits that I am totally helpless, I can’t help but squirt a little. The stench of excrement is all around me and a reminder of what I am. I am grateful for the punishment that’s coming.
Daddy’s cock, thick and eager, forces its way past my lips. The saltiness of his precum coats my tongue as I submit to his dominance, my throat constricting around his girth. With each thrust, I’m reminded of my place – a receptacle for him to dump his load into. The deeper he goes, the more my throat constricts. I don’t hold back my gag and cover him in my puke.
But Daddy’s not the only one who’ll claim me today. Bandit, his eager barn buddy, got his red rocket deep inside of my ass. He is a very good boy because he doesn’t take it easy on me. He has sharp paws that scratch into my skin deeply. Daddy’s dick pulses in my mouth, and I suck harder, milking him for every drop. Bandit whimpers behind me, shooting nut after nut in my filthy ass. Daddy drowned my throat, and Bandit wasn’t done with me yet. Daddy guides his lipstick into my pussy. Daddy loves to stroke his cock and watch Bandit give me a drain inside of me. Daddy said I was such a good Submissive slut, I might have a litter!
Slave training, bound and gagged, I’m so lucky to be on a path to becoming Daddy’s perfect whore. It’s a challenge I never regretted taking on, no matter how rough he is on me.
Hours spent bound and gagged, my body stretched and contorted in ways I never thought possible. Each session left me aching and sore, but also craving more. Pain makes me cum, and I am totally addicted to the feeling of being used and controlled.
Endless hours of being tied up were the only way I would truly embrace my role as Daddy’s submissive Bondage whore. I learned to worship his cock with every ounce of my being, eagerly swallowing his load and begging for more. I found myself craving the feeling of his hands on my body, his voice in my ear, his dominance over me.
I close my eyes and unhinge my jaw for his punishment. Wider I open up, suffocating on his big, hard king cock. I drool so much, I erupt, coating his shaft in vomit. I knew my punishment would hurt more after that. Master’s cock gave my asshole the proper beating of a lifetime!
It’s me, your filthy little Bondage whore Breanne, and fuck is my ass sore from last night! I was the plaything for a sadistic brute with a horse cock and a penchant for anal. 
From the moment he grabbed my throat and bent me over, I knew I was in for a wild ride. He wasted no time binding my wrists behind my back with coarse rope. The burn of the cord against my soft skin ratcheted up my arousal.
He immediately went for my tight puckered asshole. “This slutty hole needs gaped wide,” he growled.
I trembled with desperate need. “Yes, Master! Wreck my ass! Bust my tight pussy open on your massive cock!”
His thick 12-inch shaft sprang out, slapping lewdly against my ass cheek. Pre-cum already drooled from the swollen tip.
“Brace yourself, whore. I’m going to pound this ass into oblivion.”
He grabbed my hips and slammed his monster cock balls deep in one brutal thrust. I wailed in pain and pleasure as he split me open, ruthlessly spearing my guts. The burning stretch was exquisite. Ropes of drool spilled down my chin as he jackhammered into my stretched hole.
Master used my ass like a fleshlight, gripping the waist of my skirt for leverage as he railed me. My pussy gushed, soaking my thighs. “Take it all, you filth slut!” he snarled.
“Harder! Wreck me!” I babble, drunk on pain and Extreme bondage. My ass expanded around his invading cock, bulging obscenely. I hit my peak, spasming and squirting all over his balls.
With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted. His cock jerked as it vomited heavy loads of jizz into my guts. I could feel the hot cum splattering my inner walls. He collapsed against my back, emptying every drop into my raped asshole.
My ass was wrecked, gaping and drooling cum. Yet my desperate cunt still twitched, craving more. I’m addicted to the depraved. I need cocks of all kinds drilling me. Nothing else will do.
My Extreme bondage body aches from the brutal flogging, yet each stroke of the whip sends jolts of electricity straight to my aching clit. I’m bound tightly, ropes digging into my flesh as I hang suspended in the air. My mind swims with a hazy concoction of pain and pleasure, the lines blurred beyond recognition.
He’s right, I live for this or the exquisite agony that tears me apart even as it sets my soul on fire. I’m addicted to the depravity, the utter degradation of being used as Master’s bitch.
He parts my thighs, exposing my dripping cunt to the cool air. A shudder wracks my frame at the vulnerability. “So wet for me already, you filthy whore. I bet you’d let me do anything to this body, hm?”
A particularly vicious strike across my ass has me screaming, eyes rolling back in my head. “Y-yes, Master! Please, use me however you want! I’m your broken little Bondage whore!”
Master chuckles darkly, fisting a hand in my hair. “Oh, I intend to, pet. I’m going to ruin you in the most deliciously brutal ways imaginable. By the time I’m done, you won’t even remember your name.”
Tears of gratitude leak down my cheeks. My existence is to be defiled, to be broken and reshaped in the Master’s image. I’m nothing more than a canvas for his sadistic whims, and I’ve never felt more complete.
He sheaths his thick cock in my throat without warning, holding me in place as he fucks my face raw. I gag and sputter, spit dripping down my chin as he uses my mouth like a cheap fleshlight. It’s so wrong, so filthy and degrading. And God’s help me, I love every second.
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.