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I am a Submissive Whore, a vessel eager to be filled at all times. My womb yearns to be seeded, my body yearns to be claimed. I crave hard cock driving deep within me, of powerful cum flooding my depths, marking me as yours.
Wouldn’t you love to breed a fertile slave like me, sir? A willing breeding sow all for you, Master.
Ready to conceive and build you a harem. Think about it, when you keep me chained in your basement, you can use me anytime you want.
Load after load, you know, eventually my belly will grow. I’ll push them out and teach them how to be good little sluts just like their Mommy.
Mommy will make sure all your girls follow every one of your commands. I will present myself to you obediently, spread wide and ready to receive your cock.
I will take all the fucking you can give me. Even though I’m crying out in pain, it is still pure pleasure for me. But I don’t really fucking matter. You do, sir, you are the one that I serve, the one I want to make climax after climax.
I will follow your Slave training to the letter and groom our little bunch of sluts just like you groomed me. I hope they find it as natural as your number one girl. I am nothing without your cum inside me.
Extreme bondage slave trembles as the Master’s piercing gaze rakes over my spread-eagled form. The cruel leather cuffs and the rope that spreads me apart are biting into my tender flesh.
My legs are wide open in a lewd display.
My breath catches in my throat as he strides closer, his massive cock already swelling with a hunger that brooks no refusal.
How I got here flashes through my mind like a caravan of shame. The moment my lips wrapped around a friend’s husband’s throbbing shaft without permission, I was doomed.
I tried to tell this guy I needed to ask my Master, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. My friend’s husband knows what a submissive slut I am and didn’t care what I said.
Of course, while this guy is fucking my throat, who enters the room? Of course, my Master. Now, I pay the price for my wantonness, helpless as he steps between my open thighs, his heavy balls slapping against my exposed pussy with a sickening smirk.
“Filthy dumb slut,” he growls, his hot breath fanning my face. ” Did you think you would get away with that?” Slaps my pussy as hard as he can. “You know the rules – no touching without my consent. But here you are, drooling over another man’s cock like the dirty cock-whore you are.” Another slap, but this time he uses his belt. My clit stung, and I could feel the heat rising from the pain.
His words cut deep, but those slaps to my pussy cut even deeper. He knows how much I hate getting spanked by the belt. It was something I had to endure when I was younger, and he loves to use it against me.
He is so brutal about it, too. I guess I deserve it, though. After he beats my pussy with the belt, his dick is going to beat it even more.
Master’s thrusts his cock into me, probing my defenses, and ripping me apart with his powerful cock. I whimper softly, my body arching up in a futile attempt to escape the impending invasion, but it’s a fruitless effort.
I scream, and the pain ignites a wildfire in my veins, my inner walls clamping down around him like a vice as he sets a merciless pace, pounding into me with a ferocity that threatens to shatter my very bones. “Take it, you stupid Bondage whore, you’re lucky I don’t fuck you to death!” I took it, and I was very grateful to Master that I could serve his cock another day!
A Submissive slut place is on her knees or bound for the Master. I am his to command, to bruise, to bleed. His piercing gaze saw through my façade, into the depths of my sick desires. I offered myself to him, a willing vessel for his kinky whims, aching to be dominated, to be broken and remade in his image.
And so he took me, claimed me as his own, his plaything to be used as he saw fit. At first, it was a pleasure, intense and overwhelming, as he explored every inch of my body, every crevice and cavity screaming for his touch. But as time passed, his needs grew darker, his desires more sadistic.
He wanted to see me bleed, to hear my sobs of pain. I was scared to bleed, but I knew my place and let him beat me black and blue. Mercilessly, he used his hands to pummel me and choke me. Tied me up and whipped me with his belt, and until the blood started dripping down my thigh. I am a lucky Submissive Whore to have a Master who will make me suffer so much.
Bondage whore for the whole office is now my official position. It all started when that catty colleague of mine got jealous of all the attention I received. I never did anything to her. I have this certain, je ne sais quoi that draws people in. But she found out about my secret life and decided to expose me to the whole office, just to make herself feel better. And now, I’m the whore that everyone, including the big boss, loves to torture.
Now, I’m the office’s favorite plaything. Even the guys who used to give me weird looks are lining up to tie me up and have their way with me. The boss is a wild man; he’s not just content with using me for a quick fuck. No, he takes his time, making sure I’m thoroughly debased and broken before he even enters me. He stuck the most enormous butt plug I’ve ever seen, and hours later, made the whole office watch me suck it.
That wasn’t the end of his fun either. He ordered every guy in the office to fuck my ass and shoot cum inside me. It was after like 20 guys shot their loads into me that he fucked me so hard all that cum was splashing everywhere. It was such a fucking mess, I never had to suck so much cum off a cock before. But that’s my job now, and I’ll be the best Submissive slut there is.
Extreme bondage is always an intense ride, but when you don’t expect it, it can be hell. So a friend of mine set me up with a party at a millionaire’s house. When I look back, she was acting shady, but I was so dazzled by the idea that I just ignored it. I made sure to dress in something alluring, hoping to impress him.
It all happened so fast. The butler led me into a large basement room. Then the host showed up, a striking man with piercing eyes and a commanding presence. He came out naked, with a huge hard-on. When he ordered me to get naked, I did without a word. I felt so flustered and scared, but I couldn’t help but listen to his commands. He then directed me to take a seat on the floor, where he proceeded to tie me up.
The restraints were tight, cutting into my skin. I was bound, exposed, and at his mercy. He wanted to be sure that every moment I was there with him, I would suffer.
Over the hours that followed, he subjected me to an intense and relentless onslaught of sensation. Electric shocks stung my whole body. He slapped me, spit in my face. My body was his to do whatever he wanted.
He brought me to the edge of an orgasm and held me there. When he saw the tears pouring out of my eyes, he permitted me to cum, but even that was painful because he made me do it over and over. He employed every tool imaginable to heighten my arousal and prolong the experience. Whips, paddles, and Stimulators-all used with a precision that left me a soggy mess, and it made him so proud. He knew he had me forever.
I felt forced into this Slave training regime, but I knew there was no way I could resist. I am a submissive whore, and I have to stay true to that, even if the orgasms make me suffer.
A good
Cock worshiping girl is submissive and craves the most extreme forms of bondage. Power and unyielding control belong to my Master. And when he puts my collar on really tight, my gash is so slick with wetness. I know my place, and that is at Master’s feet.
Being bound, gagged, and left at the mercy of his strength makes me feel so alive. Just the anticipation of him forcing his cock in me is enough for me to cum. But I am not allowed to without permission. I have to tell him when I feel like I have to cum, but he always tells me to hold it. The bite of his leather straps brings me to the brink, but I hold it in, just like Master ordered.
When he pulls me closer to him with my chain leash, I don’t hesitate; I open my mouth wide, and he pushes his throbbing cock in my throat. He will pull the leash so tight that I can’t move my head up for air. He will face fuck me to the point that I gag and gasp for air. I always feel like I am about to lose consciousness. It’s Extreme bondage play that really gets him hard. When he makes me suffer to his satisfaction is when he pounds his cock in my holes. At that point, it hurts so bad because I really want to cum. No, he says, he fucks me harder, and when he goes off, it’s a bomb of cum inside me. And I’m still begging!