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The Hardcore Bondage Box

Hardcore bondage

 

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.  

 

Sodomy at Sunset

Erotic submissive stories

 

My favorite setting for erotic submissive stories is definitely a lovely, outdoor, golden hour scene.  One of my favorite dommes always does it up right and has me over to his place for some sexy sodomy at sundown.  He loves aesthetically pleasing ass plowing as much as, if not more than, I do and is thrilled that I like the backdoor pumping ambience of his amazing backyard at sunset.  It really is a sight to behold, even when he’s not buried balls deep in my butt.

I’m not a plant person, I don’t know what from what, but there’s every color of flower in his yard that you could imagine.  They look so beautiful in the late evening and smell so sweet, it provides perfect cover from any musky funk that come from a hardcore round of ass pounding.  Not gonna lie, it can get dirty sometimes.  If you’re afraid of getting a little shit on your dick then do yourself, and every woman you’re ever with, a favor and just keep it out of asses.  My dapper domme doesn’t give a fuck, he’ll drill my dumper as the sun goes down every night, if I let him.  Even if he stuffs me full of food and booze first!

I love feeling like I’m making the prettiest porn scene ever when I’m taking it up the ass.  Riding a rock hard rod into the sunset is like getting sodomized in a dream or a really cool cowboy movie where the girl lives at the end.  My hard craphole fucking domme knows how much I enjoy the time I spend with him and keeps inviting me back because of how much I genuinely appreciate all of the beauty and wonder he has to share with me.  That, and my sphincter stays really tight no matter what, but we won’t talk about that, right now.   

 

Prostate Milking is a Process

Prostate milking

 

The loudest screaming orgasms I’ve ever heard are from the guys who come to me for some prostate milking.  They scream and shout as their bodies shake and shudder, pricks pumping out shimmering pools of pearly pecker goo the whole time.  It can get pretty crazy and really messy, especially when my entire fist is buried wrist deep in their rectum.  If you like the look, feel and taste of cum as much as I do, you’ll agree that it’s completely worth the extra effort.

Proper milking is a process.  You don’t want to just jam your fingers into a guy’s butthole, find his rubbery little cum nugget and stab at it with your manicured claws.  The session will be over before it can even get started.  You have to start by edging him out, teasing his tallywacker and gently nudging his nutsack a bit, first.  Massage his undercarriage and play with his prostate from the outside, get it all juiced up and ready to start leaking out a little love lotion.  You’ll know when it’s time to start making your way into his shitbox by how much precum is drooling out of his dong.  Once you have a steadily flowing stream of slime coming out of that cock head, you can venture on around to the back.

Doing two things will prevent any unwanted anal blowouts when you’re fisting someone: sequential stretching and lots of lube!  I make sure the cornhole is coated and filled with lubricant before I start with my one finger warm-up.  It doesn’t take too long for a sphincter to get used to a single digit and, before I know it, I have three of the five fingers on one of my hands inside his anus and gently tickling his semen maker.  Three soon turns into four then I add in the thumb, holding the tips of all five together to make a cone shape with my fingers.  That’s the most important stretching moment, once I pop my knuckles past their turd cutter, the rest is a snap.

Imagine wearing a hot and mushy, super juicy oven mitt that weighs 200 pounds on your hand.  That’s what it feels like when you’re wrist deep in an ass.  Slight jabs and gently moving your fingers generates some crazy gyrations and hip grinding from your guy, every time.  Stroke his schlong in rhythm with the thrusting of your fist and you’ll get so much jizz out of your extreme fetish phone sex freak that you won’t know what to do with it.  I suggest sucking it all up and using it to play with your pussy, but that’s just what I like to do with it.

 

Anal Gangbangs are a Catch 22

Gangbang phone sex

 

There’s a real catch 22 kind of situation that comes along with hardcore gangbang phone sex.  Being stuffed full of stiff fuck sticks feels absolutely amazing while it’s happening but the days following a freaky fuckfest with more men than most women bang in their entire lives are pretty fucking shitty.  Literally.

Taking load after frothy load of thick and sticky jizz up your shit pipe from a couple dozen cocks has a definite effect on your BM’s for a good week or two.  Sometimes longer, depending on both the size of the fucksticks and the consistency of the cream they’re slinging.  Goes without saying, it messes with the elasticity of your sphincter, too.  There’s not an anus on earth that could remain perfectly tight after getting mercilessly raw-dogged by a room full of horny rods, no matter how perfect of a poop gate it might be.  

I keep up on my kegels and do everything I can to make sure that my turd cutter can continue to both contain and control my shit as well as I can and clamp down as tightly as possible on a group of gape making, gang bang loving, cum slinging, deep drilling dicks.  You didn’t think I was going to have any issue with being uncomfortable from the pain involved in an anal gangbang, did you?  You should know me better than that, my rim loves to be reamed.  My only problem is the weird poops that result from taking all of those cumshots in my crapper.   

 

Extreme Bondage Gets Me Off

Extreme bondage

 

When you’ve been subbing for a long time like I have, you need some pretty extreme bondage to get off, not just the run of the mill stuff.  I can’t tell you how many times my limbs have been tied or shackled so my master can do whatever he wants to me, whip me and torture me and fuck me as hard as he pleases, and all it did was make my pussy wet.  I mean, it feels good and all, it’s just that simple rope play and common bindings don’t do it for me, anymore.  Maybe I’m a little too far gone.  Who knows?

If you want me to cum when you dominate me, I need to be confined.  Not just held down, not just tethered to something, confined.  Shove me into a tight latex suit that covers me from head to toe to get me going.  If you have a fancy corset you’d like to force me into to give me some flair, please do.  I always want to look nice, even when I’m wrapped up and feeling claustrophobic.  

If you put me into as cramped a position as possible before you start doing whatever you want with my unguarded whore holes then you’re guaranteed to make me have a leg shaking, body quaking orgasm or three.  Once I’m contained, I’m ready to blow and yours for the taking.  It’s cool if you only want to tie me up, you might not be that hardcore.  Lots of dommes are, though.  They’re the ones I love to serve.

 

Creepy Crawly Bondage Chat

Bondage chat

Some of the guys who choose my submissive cunt to control really like scary and creepy bondage chat.  I’m not sure why, but scaring the hell out of their subs is their M.O. and they do a lot of fucked up shit to get the reactions they need to satisfy that weird itch inside of them.  I’m cool with it, though it definitely isn’t my favorite.  I’m not into spooky stuff, I don’t like to be scared.  And I hate spiders.

These assholes always have some sort of creepy crawly critter they use to enhance the experience.  I’ve been ratcheted down to a rack and had my whore holes reamed out as rats ran around the room and crawled all over me, nibbling the tips of my immobilized fingers and toes as my devilish dom did his worst to my downstairs with his big dick.  One guy suspended me in the air with some crazy rope work and let a super long snake slither all over my skin and wrap itself around my neck as he stretched out my sphincter with his fat fuck stick.  It was so cold and scaly that it totally made his throbbing rod feel even warmer as it was wedged deep up in my rectum.  That’s all fine, rats are whatever and snakes are cool with me.  The spiders, though.  I can’t with the spiders, I just can’t.

The worst scary sub moment in my entire submissive life is when I was strapped down spread eagle on the floor and my mischievous master unleashed a pair of hairy ass tarantulas and let them traverse my body as he forced me to have orgasm after screaming orgasm.  He slammed my snatch with his schlong like a living sex machine, held vibrator on my clit and let his eight legged freaks do their dirty work.  When he was done, my submissive whore hole was completely wrecked.  He left me on the floor for a while, filled with cum and partially covered with webbing.  Oh my god, that’s so fucking gross it makes me want to throw up right now! 

Respect My Subspace

Bondage and submission

You have to be really careful with bondage and submission, not just for your body, but for your mind as well.  You can get hurt really badly by a dom who doesn’t give a shit about you.  If they aren’t careful, your momentary master can give you scars that last a lifetime.  Not just physical but mental scars, too.

I’m usually pretty good at vetting the cocky pricks who want to subjugate me.  Not only do I need to figure out what type of abuse they plan on putting me through, but I gotta get a sense of their respect for my sacred subspace.  They can go pretty far with my body, I can take a lot of physical punishment.  I love it, makes sex feel visceral and real.  I haven’t been put through a single second of submission that I haven’t been able to take, as long as I have access to my subspace.

I have places I can take myself to in my mind that makes being tied up and contorted into crazy positions a cake walk.  I can take a hardcore pussy pounding or butt banging while I’m wrapped up in ropes or chained to a table with no problem at all if I’m allowed to drift off to the distant recesses of my mind.  I’ll be a sex slave for hours while I dwell in my mental daisy lane.  They have to let me go there, though.

If there’s no break in the abusive action and I’m forced to constantly interact and do whatever the dumbass dom wants me to do every single second of our submissive sex session, I won’t be happy and I won’t be allowing them near me ever again.  Relationships are about respect, S&M interactions are no different.  When you dominate me, you can pretty much do what you want to do, as long as you let me do what I need to do.

 

Sexy Phone Chat Cycle

Sexy phone chat

It always starts with a little sultry and sexy phone chat and ends up with me bound and gagged on the floor taking a hard cock and slurping down sticky cum.  That’s just how life goes when you’re a super submissive slave slut.  Turn a man on, take a little torture and torment, get him off.  The sexy cycle is pretty much always the same, it’s the details of each sub fuck session that vary.  

My voice is just as sweet as my pussy and does a great job getting a guy to invite me over for some real physical action.  I might get spanked or covered in candle wax, you never know what these pervs have planned.  I know I’ll be restrained in some way and forced to endure some type of punishment for a perceived wrongdoing, probably because I didn’t say “please” or call him “Master” or what have you.  Regardless, I’ll be confined .

I never know which hole they’re going to prefer most until we get into it.  Some guys like all three, some will stick to one or two, hell some guys just want to fuck the hell out of a face until they’re covered with puke and thick throat spit.  Whichever dick draining fuck spot they prefer, I’ll pretty much just have to take the pounding however they plan on giving it to me.  That’s how they like it, even if I can still move around on my own.

Lucky for me, I really love everything about cum.  It has so many different flavors and consistencies and feels so warm inside of me, I just love it.  Lucky for me and my doms, both!  They get to do whatever they want with their load when they’re done drilling me out and I’m happy to let them.  I’ll drink it, drip it, stuff it, rub it, even put it in a jar and save it for later if that’s what I’m told to do.  That’s the beauty of naughty and nasty cum slut phone sex.  I have to do whatever I’m told.  Like I said, turn on, tie up, bang down and blow out.  I know what I’m in for.

 

Put Upon Guys Love Female Bondage

Female bondage

I know why put upon guys love female bondage so much.  It lets them exert the control over girls that they want to in their daily lives but can’t for one reason or another.  Maybe they have an overbearing wife who puts them through hell without ever putting out or a female boss that humiliates them at work in front of their coworkers whenever they can.  Whichever woman it is that makes their world a living hell, I’m the one that they take all of their feminine frustration out on.

Let’s face it, the woman in most any man’s life who causes them the most pain and misery is their mother.  The bitching and nagging, the unending guilt trips, the unfair punishments, all of the aggression that builds up from that stuff has to go somewhere.  The way I see it, if I weren’t here to help those hate filled hard ons blow off a little cum filled steam then they could be out relieving that pent up penis rage in more destructive ways.

They tie me up and don’t let me go anywhere without permission.  They withhold their loving touches and gentle embraces because they know I want them.  They humiliate me and call me every name they can think of.  All behaviors learned from living with their shitty moms or wives.  They piss on me, spit on me, fuck me senseless and fill me with cum all while thinking back to their shitty pasts with their neglectful or abusive mothers or imagining their wives or bosses are in my place.  It happens quite a bit.  All I can say is thank God for overbearing women!

 

I Love Eating Cum

Cum eating phone sex

 

Every submissive worth her salt is a pro at cum eating phone sex.  I’ll take it however you want to give it: in a cup, on a saucer, I even love it as an ice cream topping!  I prefer to get it right from the source, though, so when I get asked to sit in on a blowbang orgy and sub the fuck out, I happily agree.

The only thing that can beat a chunky, creamy mouthful of hot cock juice is multiple mouthfuls of that pearly, pussy plastering nut sauce.  I can even fit a couple of cum slingers in my gob at once to make sure I don’t have to settle for swallowing single loads.  So what if I have to keep my mouth open really wide for so long that my jaw cramps up and my lips start to sting?  After a little bit, I don’t even notice that the corners of my mouth feel like they’re about to rip apart.  When I get that double blast of bone juice I’ll be on cock cloud nine!

I can chug down a pint or so of sperm filled semen in a single blowbang session, no problem.  When you get that yummy fuck yogurt straight from the tap you can swill down a hell of a lot more than you can when you’re gulping down cups of cold, gelatinous jizz.  Maybe it’s having a cock shoved in your mouth to push it all down that really helps!