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I got put into an electrifyingly exciting extreme bondage situation that made me scream and cream more than I have in a long time. There’s not a sadistically twisted scenario that I haven’t been pushed into, but my entire body got stimulated last night in shocking ways that I rarely experience. It was quite the thrill, not gonna lie.
Doms come in all kinds of varieties. Some want to fuck you, some couldn’t bare the thought of being inside of you. Some need to cum in you, some can only cum on you. They all have one thing in common, though. Every one of them controls you, bosses you around and shows their sub sluts who their master is. The man who took me to the highest heights, the pinnacle of pleasure, made me feel like a truly appreciated sub by making my pussy cum over and over again never put his dick inside of me once. Not one minute of pumping or pounding. Just electro shocks all over my body the entire time.
There were two of us slutty subs, both with pasty electro pads all over our bodies getting zapped and shocked in every way you can imagine. I never knew that I could cum by having my tits and pussy electrocuted but I do now! After we each got to experience a few purely electric orgasms, I got strung up by my hands and forced to ride the other bitch’s submissive whore face while our master tazed my titties and jacked off! I screamed so loudly that he shoved his underwear in my mouth and taped it shut to gag me.
After a couple minutes of helplessly tasting his fruit of the looms, I came so hard, shooting the most forceful stream of squirt all over that other girl’s head and filling her mouth with my pussy juice. As she gargled it down, our dom turned up the heat on the shock machine thingy and shot a thick load of hot dick cream all over both of us as we screamed and writhed in prickly pain. It took him a minute to come to his senses and shut the thing down, that was an agonizing minute or two for sure. Agonizing ecstasy, that is.
Here’s the thing; I can’t cum unless I’m in some sort of XXX bondage gear. I’ve tried with tons of guys and it just doesn’t work for me. Something about being confined and made to struggle while my whore holes are getting stretched out really gets me off. It has to be a mental thing but that doesn’t matter, really great sex starts in the mind anyway. You can cram your cock into my creamy cunt all you want, if you don’t strap me down or wrap me up in a little latex first, then I’ll never really cum for you.
It doesn’t matter how you treat me, tender and sweet or harsh and violent. When you come over to give me a dick down, you need to bring some rope or leather straps or, at the very least, a pair of handcuffs to restrict my movement even in the most minor of ways if you expect to even come close to giving me an orgasm. Otherwise it’s just too vanilla for me and that’s just not my thing. I don’t like to feel as though I have any other choice but to do everything you tell me. If all of my limbs are free and my mouth isn’t gagged, I just feel too free to be able to cum. I hate that.
Of course I want you to make my slutty sub snatch squirt and squirt all over the place. Isn’t that what you want? Then forget about the light bondage boning you have planned and tie me the fuck up, already. You know you’ll blow your load even harder when you hear me scream out in ecstasy. I make really hot fuck noises but you have to lock me down before you’ll hear them. Leave my limbs unbound and all you get from me is a little moaning and heavy breathing. That’s cool if that’s all you need, but I want to cum too!
Some sexy phone sex freaks just want to jam their dicks deep inside of me and fuck me furiously until they blow a thick, foamy load. When I get a dom like that, pretty much all I can do is hold on for the ride and take the seemingly never ending pounding. No matter what position they put me into, I grit my teeth, grab a bit of bed sheet or couch cushion and let them cram their cock as far inside of me as they can. What else is a sexy, slutty sub to do?
I’m not complaining, that’s what whores are for. I get paid to take so many pricks that I lost track of my body count years ago. I have to be over two thousand by now. It’s always a shock when a guy shoves his hog inside of me really hard from the word go. No matter which hole he chooses, getting bashed in right at the beginning of the bang session is surprising, to say the least. It takes a couple of powerful pumps for my pussy to even start adjusting to the size of his pole, even for my extra experienced cum purse.
It doesn’t matter the position, a hardcore hole humper always wants to hold me down and drill his dick into me however he can. On my back, they’ll spread my legs, throw them up over their shoulders, maybe pin me by the backs of my knees and do his worst like that. From behind, they hold me up by my hips, push my face down into the floor or mattress or whatever then reach a leg over and stand on my head with one of their feet. Every time. The real weirdos like to step on your face and see how many strokes they can get in within a second or so. The real fast fuckers can get up to five or six, I swear!
They usually go too fast to pull out of me when they cum so I can almost count on a forceful fuck session ending in a creampie. It’s all good, I’ve had so many loads blasted up in my horny hole that now it kind of feels weird when I don’t take the shot in my slot. That’s kind of how cum slut phone sex goes when you’ve been doing it for a while. It doesn’t make it not hurt when my cunt or assholes get bashed in, though.
I have a dom who’s into milf phone sex so I get one of my best mommy friends to help me make him blow his heavy handed load. She has big ol’ hangin’ jugs and the kind of birthing hips that are great for grabbing from behind, just what my jizz filled milf loving master wants. That’s fine by me, I get to take a little bit of a backseat to some of the bondage and beatings. I don’t mind taking a torture break now and then.
He likes to roleplay as the domineering daddy who lives in a house with his worthless whore of a wife and their dick crazed daughter. We’re worthless and never do anything right so he takes his frustration out on our holes. It’s pretty fun, he teaches us “lessons” by taking his anger with her out on me and vice versa. I make sure he stays infuriated with his daughter so my gal gets all of the hardcore cock pounding she wants. She’s pretty good in her role as the put upon wife, she likes to make him jealous of the mailman or plumber so he’ll throw me around and give me a hard drilling, too. I turn it back around on her fairly easily, though. Like I said, it’s pretty fun!
Being able to bring friends along to help in my submissive roleplay sessions helps a lot! It saves my soft skin and my fine fuck flaps a little bit of the abuse I would normally take and it gives me some fun memories with my friend that I’ll have forever! I’ll be her daughter for any dom, any day of the week. She looks great when she rides a rock hard prick and she has a shit ton of fun doing it!
When you choose me as your bondage whore of the hour, you get a lot more than just some submissive twit who takes every bit of abuse you have to give her. I’ve been doing this for a while, I come equipped with my own bondage gear and a mind wide open and ready for whatever you have in store for me. It’s okay if you aren’t very creative, I’ll make sure your dominant dick draining session keeps you on your toes, even while you have your foot on the back of my head grinding my face into the floor while you fuck me from behind.
How does a sub direct the flow of a dom’s will while they’re being overpowered and punished? I don’t think I should tell you that, it’s an industry secret amongst all of us seasoned submissive slags. Instead of telling you, I should show you how the power balance between a kinky master and their sexy slave plays out in real life. It’ll make more sense that way to you, I’m sure. You don’t have to trust me, why would you trust some strange slut you’ve never met? Just trust in the system, it’s as old as time, tested, tried and true.
Doesn’t this chain leash make you want to lead me around and show me off to everyone, humiliating me in front of complete strangers in public? Doesn’t the way I always want my cunt rubbed make you want to deny me of that pleasure and leave it untouched in my undies while you do everything to me except satisfy my slit? All I’m saying is I know what I’m doing, even if you don’t. Being a little wet behind the ears is no problem, if you already know the deal then we’re all good, too. You can get yourself a less used submissive whore if you want to, but I bet their inexperience will show on their dumb blonde bondage bimbo faces.
I understand wanting to keep a souvenir from your submissive slut subjugation sessions, but you don’t get to just have me all to yourself. I don’t belong to anyone, no matter how much I get into my submissive role and make you feel as though I’m all yours. It’s basically just really kinky, sexy roleplay, Pal. You don’t get to keep me, sorry to tell you. You must be out of your damn mind.
I know, this time of year makes you all sentimental and you want a sex servant around 24/7 to help you handle everything you’re feeling. It’s cool, I’ll come around when you call. Even if I’m busy, I’ll find some time to fit you into my submissive schedule and will let you have your way with me. You can do, pretty much, whatever you want to me, I don’t have many boundaries. I do draw the line at being detained against my will for an undetermined amount of time. For anyone, not just you. Don’t take it personally.
Seriously, Sluggo, you need to let me go. Let me out now and I’ll still be willing to come back for more back breaking bondage and slit sliming subjugation. You obviously can’t keep me in here forever, so if you untie me right now let me be on my merry way, everything will be kosher. Try to hold onto me for one more minute and you’ll see a super submissive whore get pissed. I promise I won’t just ruin your holidays, I’ll wreck your whole goddamned life. What, you think I’m some sort of wimpy woman who just happens to let you dominate her? You obviously don’t know who you’re messing with. Now, let… me… go. I won’t tell you again.
Every sub knows that if you flap your gums a little too much around the wrong dom then you get put through some of the most extreme hardcore bondage you’ve ever been forced to endure. I’m not just talking about latex body suits and leather straps. You get lippy with a really domineering dick and you’re going to get the business. Last night, I let my mouth get the best of me with a heavy handed master who, apparently, isn’t into levity when he’s slapping around and breaking down a slave. And when he gets really mad, he busts out The Box.
I couldn’t help myself, he totally set me up for it. When you meet a new master, it can be a little awkward and a bit nerve wracking, so I like to lighten the mood and joke around when I can. He was in the middle of his opening spiel (they all have one) when he mentioned something about the “titillating torture” he was about to put me through when I interrupted him to tell my favorite joke: “How do you titillate an ocelot? Oscillate her tit a lot.” Needless to say, he was not amused.
Maybe he isn’t into jokes. Maybe he doesn’t like to be interrupted. Maybe he doesn’t know what the fuck an ocelot is and he felt stupid. It doesn’t matter which part pissed him off the most, what matters is that I was hobbled and locked in a hanging stockade of a box for the entire time I was in his chamber being chastised, whipped, fucked hard and filled with cum. It sucks, you can’t see what’s about to happen to you or move any of your limbs to do anything about it when it does. I just had to take everything he had to throw at me and he expected me to stay quiet while I did.
We all know that didn’t happen. I talked shit and screamed and, of course, tried to be funny while I got violently banged, beaten and blasted with jizz. Wanna know how I know he liked it? He didn’t gag me. He could’ve put any number of gags in my mouth that would’ve easily shut me up while I was bound and tethered with my head in The Box of extreme bondage and super serious men. No, he let me keep gabbing away while he gouged out my vag and gaped my asshole. Being locked in that dark and musty cube would’ve been a lot worse If I couldn’t say anything and joke around. Next time I’ll tell him a real knee slapper, I bet I can make him laugh.