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S&M porn has me tied me up, lusting for pain

S&M pornI’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 that ass black and blue

Extreme bondage 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 bound and gagged furiously by cock

Submissive slutSubmissive 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 yearns to be subservient

Cock worshiping 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

 

Slave training always leaves me with a mouth full

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.

Slave trainingMy 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.  

Superior Bare bottom spankings make my ass raw

Bare bottom spankings expose my submissive desires. I need a strong hand from you, Daddy. You know I am a nasty fucking whore. I don’t even have a regular day job anymore. I just dedicate myself to serving cock. I think I have always been a cock sucking harlot. Bare bottom spankings

I do feel like I need to give penance for my sinful behavior. Maybe if I remain on all fours and serve you promptly will be enough. Or maybe I will never be able to make up for all the filthy acts I’ve done. The sharp sting of the whip, the searing pain of your hand- it’s all part of the exquisite torture that I so desperately need.

I long for the kind of Slave training that leaves me black and blue, with marks and bruises that tell the story of my devotion and obedience. The pain is exquisite, there’s no denying that. It’s a reminder of my mortality, my vulnerability. It’s a reminder that I’m not invincible, that I’m not above the law. And as I feel the welts rise on my skin, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment.

Because this pain, this punishment, it’s all part of a larger narrative. It’s the story of my devotion, my obedience. It’s the story of my journey from rebellion to submission, from chaos to order. And as I serve you promptly, as I strive to meet your every need, I can’t help but feel that I’m finally on the right path.

 

A good Submissive sex slave has a swollen cunt

Submissive sexSubmissive sex slave, collared and chained, is the right way to be. My body is covered in marks and bruises, a tribute to the countless hours I’ve spent serving as a willing receptacle for the desires of my masters. Thanks to  the pain, I find a strange sense of peace.

My cunt is always swollen and wet, aching for the touch of a firm hand or the thrust of a thick cock. Hanging willingly, because I know that this is where I belong. I am here to serve, to be used and abused, to be a vessel for the carnal desires of those who need to unleash their power on a Submissive Whore. 

I am powerless, groveling to the fury of your throbbing cock. All toys and devices are at your disposal. I have extra small holes and it’s hard for me to take big cock. That’s why I need you to pummel me to the point I bleed. If you want to truly humiliate me, violate my holes with your four-legged friends. I need total degradation to feel anything. In this world of power and control, there is freedom in submission. 

 

Submissive slut offers up all holes like a good girl

Submissive slut I need to be a better Submissive slut. I have to admit I haven’t been completely obedient. I have offered up my mouth and my pussy but I haven’t surrendered my asshole to you yet. And if I truly want to be a good girl then I must let your cock pound it.

I have been really scared to let your cock enter it, Daddy. I mean I have never taken such a huge dick inside my butt before. I know you have been patient with me but it’s been long enough. You don’t deserve a defiant whore. 

You deserve one that will submit to all of your desires no matter what. I promise my Cock worshipping skills will improve when I bend over and open my anus to you. Once you enter my asshole with your huge cock I will always belong to you, body and soul.

I don’t think you should go easy on me either. I think you should make my ass railing as hard as possible. If I get your beautiful shaft messy, I’ll clean it with my tongue. Suck my filth down, so you can ram it back into my hole. To be your slave feels so right. It really does put me in my place.

 

 

Extreme bondage allows me to surrender to your torture

Extreme bondage brings me to some very dark places. I love the rush of fear right before I submit. This last time, really sent shivers down my spine. Chains and ropes hung from the ceiling, and the scent of blood hung in the air. 

Master stood in the center of the room, his muscular frame illuminated by the flickering light of a single candle. His eyes raked over my body, taking in my expensive suit and high heels, and I could see the hunger in his gaze.

Extreme bondage “You’re late,” he growled, his voice deep and commanding.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I replied, my voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait to get here.”

He stepped closer, his fingers tracing a path down my cheek before tightening in my hair. “You know what I want from you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I nodded, my throat dry. “Yes, Master. I’m ready.”

He led me over to a bench, pushing me down so that I was bent over, my ass in the air. I felt the cool metal of the chains as they were wrapped around my wrists and ankles, securing me in place.

He ran his hands over my body, his touch sending waves of pleasure and pain through me. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and I knew that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

He pulled out a flogger, the strands made of soft leather. He ran it over my skin, teasing me before bringing it down hard on my ass. I cried out, the pain soaked my pussy  as he continued to rain blows down on me.

He moved behind me, his fingers tracing a path down my spine before he plunged into me. I moaned, my body trembling as he thrust into me, harder and harder. I wanted to cum so bad but as his Bondage whore I needed to ask permission.

He pulled out, and I could feel the cold metal of a plug as he pushed it into me. I gasped, my body tensing as he secured it in place. I knew then I couldn’t ask to cum for a while.

He reached for a crop, the tip made of hard plastic. He ran it over my skin, before bringing it down hard on my breasts. I cried out, the pain sharp and intense.

Master continued to rain blows down on me, my body trembling and sweating. The pain he was inflicting made my pussy beg to cum. I could feel myself slipping away, my mind lost in apre-cum haze.

He finally stopped, and I could feel him standing over me, his breath hot on my skin. He reached down, untying the ropes and chains that held me in place.

I stood up, my body sore and trembling. He pulled me close, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, my voice filled with submission.

He led me over to a bed, pushing me down onto the mattress. He climbed on top of me, his body pinning me in place.

He thrust into me, hard and fast. I cried out, “Please Master, can I cum, I need to cum!”

He just laughed, kept fucking me harder, and at that point, I couldn’t help myself and soaked his cock with my pussy juice. Then he shot a load inside me and said “Now you are really gonna pay whore!”

 

Hardcore bondage knots frees me from the constraints of life

Hardcore bondage Hardcore bondage is so freeing for me. The feeling of rope tightly bounding me soaks my panties and I now I work to be a submissive slut as much as possible. As I looked at those bondage knots, I realized that true freedom wasn’t about breaking free from all rules and constraints. It was about finding the right constraints, the ones that allow me to be my true self, a slave whore.

I found that when I was bound and under someone else’s control, I was free. Free to let go of all the worries and concerns that had been weighing me down. Free to just be present in the moment, to feel the sensations of my body, to serve cock, my true purpose.

I am ready to serve you, to submit to you, to give myself over to you completely. I am ready to be your good little slut, to do whatever it is that you desire.

And in return, I ask only one thing. I ask that you to never give me mercy. Every moment you can inflict pain on my whore ass. Push me to my limits, and always cross them. Give me the Torture sex I deserve Master!