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Submissive Whore Gets Slave Training In Extreme Bondage

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I knelt on the cold floor, a submissive whore, my wrists bound tight behind my back, shivering in anticipation. Master didn’t ask, he commanded. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back with a sharp tug that exposed my throat, and then he shoved two thick fingers deep into my mouth. I gagged, my eyes watering as he pushed past my tongue, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. He impaled me with a heavy silicone plug, jamming it into my tight pussy with one brutal, uncompromising thrust.

 

“Do you say no, Edith?” he growled, his palm cracking across my cheek.

 

“No, Master,” I whimpered, my hips instinctively bucking, trying to swallow the plug deeper. He flipped me over, spreading my cheeks wide, and drove a thick glass dildo into my tight ass. I screamed, my body shaking from the sudden stretch, but I pushed back against the intrusion, craving the feeling of being split open. He spent the hour rotating toys, swapping the glass for a vibrating plug and the silicone for a ribbed shaft, drilling me relentlessly. Every time I gasped for air, he shoved his cock into my mouth, pumping deep into my throat until I choked on his cock. I realized then that my only purpose was to be filled; my body was nothing more than a playground for his whims.

Submissive Sex Slave Training: Human Urinal Day

 

 

submissive sex The final lesson of the day. He stood over me while I lay on the bathroom floor, my jaw locked open, my head tilted back. I was no longer a woman; I was a piece of plumbing.

 

“Time to empty the tank, you disgusting sow,” he mocked.

 

I felt the first hot spray of urine hitting the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, gagging as the salty, warm liquid filled my mouth. He didn’t stop, continuing to piss directly down my gullet, forcing me to swallow in rhythmic gulps just to keep from drowning.

 

“Drink it up,” he sneered, the sound of the stream splashing against my tongue. “This is all you deserve. You’re not a person, Edith. You’re a fucking urinal. A place for me to dump my waste.”

 

He finished with a few final drops, leaving me drenched and smelling of ammonia. As he zipped up, he kicked me lightly in the ribs.

 

“Clean the floor with your tongue, then get back in your kennel. I might decide to use you again tomorrow if you’re a good little toilet.”

 

I stayed there, tasting his piss, completely erased, existing only to serve his every whim.

Submissive Slut Training Continues With Cock Worshiping

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He sat back in his leather chair, legs spread wide. He didn’t say a word, just flicked his fingers, signaling me to crawl. I slid across the floor on my belly, my bruised ass stinging, until I reached his crotch.

 

“Open wide, bitch,” he commanded.

 

I looked up at his thick, pulsing cock, already leaking a bead of pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking greedily, trying to please him. He groaned, but then suddenly grabbed my hair, shoving his shaft deep into my throat.

 

I gagged, my eyes watering, but he didn’t let up. He used my mouth as a sheath, pumping his hips violently, slamming his cock against the back of my throat.

 

“Suck it, you fucking hole,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You were born to serve this cock. Your only purpose in life is to keep me hard and keep this dick clean.”

 

I focused on the taste of him, the salt and musk, swirling my tongue around the rim while he throttled my neck. He began to speed up, his breath hitching. With one final, brutal thrust that nearly choked me, he erupted. Hot, thick cum flooded my mouth, coating my tongue and throat.

 

“Swallow every drop, slut. Don’t waste a single bit of my seed.”

 

I swallowed hard, licking his cock clean until not a single smear remained.

Slave Training is What a Submissive Whore Like Me Needs

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I knelt on the cold tile, shivering, my naked skin pebbled. He stood over me, the heavy leather paddle in his hand. I’d failed to keep my mouth shut during dinner, and now I was paying for it.

“Bend over, you useless piece of meat,” he spat.

I scrambled to obey, arching my back and shoving my ass high in the air. I heard the whistle of the paddle cutting through the air before it slammed into my right cheek. CRACK.

I screamed, my body jerking forward.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” he roared, the second strike landing harder, overlapping the first. CRACK. “You don’t get to make noise unless I tell you to, you pathetic bitch.”

He didn’t stop. He rained down blow after blow, the leather chewing into my flesh. My cheeks turned a violent shade of purple, swelling and stinging with a heat that felt like fire. Every time I tried to shift, he gripped my hair, yanking my head back to force me to look at my own trembling, ruined ass.

“Look at it,” he sneered, delivering a final, bone-jarring strike that left me sobbing. “This is where you belong. Under my boot, getting beaten like the mindless slut you are. You’re nothing but a toy for my amusement.”

I whimpered, pressing my forehead to the floor, completely broken.

Submissive Whore Serves The Patriarchy

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I’m pinned between them, just a submissive whore, my face smashed into the mattress while Mark and Jax treat me like the piece of meat I am. I can feel Mark’s heavy weight crushing my chest, his hand gripped tight in my hair, yanking my head back so he can sneer into my ear.

“Look at you, you pathetic little slut,” he spits, his voice dripping with contempt. “This is exactly where you belong. Face down, ass up, taking whatever we give you. A woman’s only purpose is to be a hole for men to use.”

I try to moan, but Jax cuts me off, shoving his thick cock deep into my throat, gagging me until I’m choking on him. He doesn’t care if I can breathe; he just wants to feel my throat tighten around his shaft. While I’m struggling to swallow him, Mark is behind me, slamming his cock into my pussy with brutal, rhythmic force.

“You don’t get to speak, Edith,” Mark growls, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “You’re just a tool. A mindless, breeding cunt designed for our pleasure.”

I’m being stretched open from both ends, my body shaking under their aggression. They aren’t making love to me; they are conquering me. Every thrust is a reminder that I am nothing more than a toy. As they both climax, filling my throat and my womb with hot cum, I know I’m exactly where I belong: beneath them.

Hardcore Bondage for Submissive Whore

 

hardcore bondageMy arms are wrenched high above my head, wrists bound tight with rough hemp that bites into my skin. I’m suspended from the ceiling of the warehouse, my toes barely grazing the cold concrete. My legs are spread wide, lashed to heavy iron rings, leaving my pussy and ass completely exposed to the crowd of hungry men circling me.

“Look at this pathetic little slut,” one of them sneers, his voice booming. He steps forward and slaps my wet cunt hard, the sound echoing. I gasp, my body jolting against the ropes. “Hanging here like a piece of meat, just waiting to be used.”

I can’t move; I can only tremble as they take turns insulting my desperation. Another man steps behind me, his breath hot on my neck. He doesn’t waste time, shoving his thick, throbbing cock deep into my tight ass without warning. I scream, the sudden invasion stretching me open, while another man steps in front, gripping my chin and forcing his cock into my mouth.

I am a toy, a mindless hole for their pleasure. I feel the friction of multiple cocks sliding in and out of me, the wet sounds of slapping skin filling the air. They call me a waste, a hole, a whore, while they pump their loads into my throat and my leaking pussy. I am suspended, broken, and utterly owned, shivering in the bliss of my own public degradation.

Submissive Whore is My True Name

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I’m on my knees in the middle of the subway station, wrists bound tight behind my back, my ass shoved high in the air for everyone to see. I’m nothing but a hole for the crowd.

“Look at this pathetic little slut,” the first guy sneers, grabbing a handful of my hair to yank my head back. “Beg for it, you worthless piece of trash.”

I whimpered, my pussy soaking wet and dripping onto the concrete. I didn’t have to beg; he just shoved his thick cock into my mouth, gagging me instantly. He fucked my throat hard, slamming his hips against my face until he groaned and blasted a hot, thick load of cum deep down my throat.

He didn’t even let me swallow before the next three stepped up. One shoved his cock into my mouth, another rammed his into my tight, gaping pussy, and the third slid deep into my ass. I was stretched wide, a human toy being used by strangers.

“Take it all, you filthy cum-bucket,” they growled in unison.

Then came the finale. Five men stood in a semi-circle, stroking their hard cocks. One by one, they erupted. Thick, white ropes of cum splattered across my face, blinding me, coating my breasts, and filling my mouth until it overflowed. I lay there, shaking and drenched in seed, just a used-up, dripping mess for the world to mock.

Take Me to Church – Cock Worshiping on a Sunday Morning

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God, I’m such a pathetic, cock worshiping, dripping hole. Today was absolute perfection. I spent three hours on my knees, chin pressed into the grime of the floor, staring up at a line of thick, hard cocks. I didn’t say a word—I just panted, my mouth hanging open, waiting to be used like the mindless slut I am.

The first one didn’t even warn me. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back with a brutal snap, and shoved his throbbing head deep into my throat. He called me a “worthless, cum-hungry bitch” while he hammered into my mouth, gagging me until I nearly choked. When he finally blew, a hot, salty torrent blasted against the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow every thick drop.

Then came the rest. One by one, they lined up. I felt the heavy, rhythmic thud of their balls against my cheeks. They took turns spitting insults and loads into my face. I’m currently staring in the mirror, my vision blurred by streaks of pearly, viscous slime. My eyelashes are clumped with cum, my cheeks are drenched in sticky white cream, and my lips are swollen from being stretched. I smell like a locker room and raw sex. I am nothing but a messy, coated canvas for their lust. I can’t wait to do it again.

Bondage Whore is My Brand!

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I knelt bound tightly with ropes biting into my wrists and ankles, completely at his mercy. As a woman I knew this was exactly my place—submitting to superior men. He forced his thick cock down my throat, fucking my face hard and making me gag repeatedly as saliva dripped everywhere. I loved it, craving the degradation that confirmed my inferiority. My ass received vicious spankings from his belt, each strike leaving fiery marks on my skin, and I thanked him silently for putting me in my female role. Then he spread my cheeks and rammed into my tight asshole, thrusting deep and rough without any prep, stretching me painfully. I reveled in the agony, knowing it was what whores like me deserve. To degrade me more, he pulled out and aimed his stream of hot piss directly at my open mouth and face, forcing me to swallow some while it soaked my body and hair. I remained his filthy whore through every forced act that night, embracing my misogynistic fate with joy.

I Wanted It in All Three Holes

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The rough rope bit into my wrists, cinched tight above my head, the coarse fibers scraping raw. I was naked, spread-eagled on the cold steel frame, my ankles lashed wide apart. The blindfold blocked everything, leaving only sound and touch. I heard his belt unbuckle, the slow slide of leather against denim.

“You’re just a hole, Edith. A wet, dumb cunt for my cock.”

I whimpered, my pussy already slick with need. His hand smacked my ass cheek—sharp, stinging. I yelped, bucking against the restraints.

“Shut up. Take it.”

He shoved his cock into my mouth without warning, gagging me. I tasted salt and precum. My throat convulsed, tears leaking under the blindfold. He fucked my face hard, ignoring my sputters, then pulled out and spat on my slit. I felt his thumb push inside my asshole, dry, and I screamed into the gag.

“Yeah, that’s it. You’ll take my cock in every hole tonight.”