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Hardcore bondage is not so hard to endure and if any sub slut out there wants to tell you otherwise, she just isn’t doing it right. There’s a method to enduring all of the pain and torture a really malicious master has to dish out. No, you don’t find a happy place in your mind and drift off to some fantastical spot while you’re being restrained and brutalized. You have to be present, own the beating you’re given, take every bit of taunting and torment that gets thrown your way and use it to make yourself the perfect whore any big dicked dom could ever want.
I need to be confined and held down when I get fucked really hard, anyway, that part is a snap. Pain mixed with pleasure is an absolutely exhilarating sensation, so being lashed, clamped or shocked while I’m having my horny little holes stretched out is actually preferred. And no master who’s ever screamed and yelled right in my face and covered me with his frothy spit has ever said anything meaner and more humiliating to me than my own loved ones. They can call me anything they want and it won’t take me any lower than I’ve already been, time and time again.
Yeah, I’m a stupid worthless whore who gets subjugated by every man who ever plows his pole deep inside of her. I’m the dumb fucking cunt who’s takes load after slimy load of spunk anywhere a dominant dick wants to shoot it. I’m the trashy piece of shit who tries to make her mommy proud by gagging down more cocks in one week than most women wrap their lips around their entire lives.
I’m a hardcore sexdoll punching bag, I’m nothing but useless fuckmeat, I’m a flesh covered cum rag who needs to be ripped up and thrown away. That’s the mindset a real submissive slut has. Want to know how to tell the fakers from the genuine thing? Just slap them around a little bit first and see how they react.
I know how I always end up in these 2 girl torture situations. I might be blonde but I’m not dumb. I knew that I was going to be locked up and forced to take all kinds of objects in every one of my hot and horny holes, that’s basically my full time job. I didn’t know, though, that me and my fellow fuck sub were going to be detained and constrained for a whole day before the slit expansion happened!
That’s right, for 24 hours, down to the second, a group of methed up masters kept us locked in tiny cages as they tormented us. I only know because there was a big clock ticking on the wall the entire time, seemingly laughing at us with every instant that passed. Any time they weren’t snorting lines of ice or sucking fumes out of a glass dick, they were tormenting and torturing me and the sweet girl I had just met before we started.
They started with the cattle prods, you can’t get guys around fire or electricity without them getting really excited to control it. We got shocked and zapped by four of the messed up fuckers while the others took turns pissing all over us. Once they brought in the other tools, the zaps came along less frequently, but they were always there, especially if we ever started looking tired. ZAP!!! Your ass is wide awake after 20 milliamps surge through your whole body, at least for a while.
They can shock me and beat me all they want, the part that I hated the most was the buckets of ice water. They were almost unbearable, especially after all of that warm pee. I’ll take a rough stick jab to the gut and hardcore hair pulling over gallons of freezing water and hard ice any day of the week. It’s also hard to rest while you’re heading for hypothermia, I understand why they did it. Doesn’t mean I liked it.
After our full day of demented degradation, they finally pulled us out of our cages… and locked us up on a couple of fuck machines! Cowgirl on a Sybian or doggy style on a Drilldo, either way we were shackled down tight and held firmly in place. Sure, they switched us off back and forth from machine to machine, but they whipped and smacked us and yelled obscenities in our faces the whole time, jamming their cocks into any of our holes that they could along the way.
Once their drugged out dicks decided to stop working, they got angry. I thought we were in for it but they all ended up arguing and fighting each other. The commotion ended up seeing them out the door, leaving me and that sweet little girl still strapped up to the perverted appliances, our pussies and bodies numb from all of the abuse, the clock smiling down at us with its stupid, time keeping face. Fucking meth heads.
I think that guys like to put me through extreme bondage fucking because they want to see what it takes to make my super submissive cunt crack. How do you break a slutty sub who refuses to snap? The answer is, you don’t. You can try, little man, but I guarantee that you will not succeed.
There’s this one dom that likes to spend his time coming up with all sorts of sadistic ways to try to fracture his fair skinned little fuck dolls and, apparently, I always get to be test subject numero uno for all of his twisted twat torturing sex schemes. Between you and me, they aren’t anything new, just new to him. I just roll with it like a good slave should and let him believe that everything he does to me I’m experiencing with him for the first time.
He’s real big on throat fucking and making me gag out my thick gullet spit all over his cock and balls. I know he wants to make me puke but I don’t do that anymore. Years of hardcore esophagus hammering have hampered that trigger, for sure. He can pummel my windpipe all he wants, I won’t be losing my lunch from being throat banged anytime in the foreseeable future!
He also thinks that making me completely immobile and violating my chocolate fuckhole will corrupt my constitution. I don’t think I have to tell you that my electrifying elastic asshole doesn’t bat a brown eye at the thought of being stretched out to its furthest possible limits. Do you know how many fists and massive dildos this ass has taken?! I don’t tell him that, though. I just scream and wail as he nails me into the ground or onto a table or what have you, making him think that he’s busted my backdoor completely in when he fills my beautiful butt with his sticky cum.
I make sure that I’m crying and shaking on the floor when he leaves, but once he’s out of the chamber, I prop myself up, finish myself off then skedaddle, no sweat. Okay, there’s some sweat, and usually blood and tears. But there’s no breaking. You can’t crack this submissive slut, but you’re more than welcome to try.
I think I’m so into bondage submission because I’m just really good at it! I can take a lot of abuse on every part of my body and the dirty doms I kick it with aren’t shy in the least about putting that statement to the test. It’s cool, I haven’t found a pussy mangling punishment that my calm, cool and collected cunt couldn’t handle yet!
I usually spend at least one or two nights a week down at Submission Manor. The Headmaster there really knows his stuff and only lets the most seasoned sadists join his elite club of bound babe brutalizers, so any sub worth their salt knows you have to be accepted there if you’re serious about being subjugated. I obviously had no issue being initiated into the abusive association.
Last night, they had it all set up and ready to spread lips with labia clamps so they had easy access to the wettest parts of their masochist’s pussy and asshole meat. Every sub in the place was subjected to genital shock therapy, courtesy of whichever malicious master chose them as their target for torture.
Of course Headmaster chose me to be his helpless whore, I’m pretty sure he likes me more than the other weak little whipping blocks he has from which to choose. He always grabs me before anyone else does, I know it’s only because he likes the way I scream. I didn’t disappoint, those electrodes felt like they were frying the fuck out of my flaps. I screamed, yelled, hollered and wailed as he zapped my creamy meat zipper over and over again, increasing the voltage steadily as we went along, but I never gave up. Even when he told me how worthless I was and that I was a waste of his time, I didn’t tell him to stop.
I took every shock, every slap, every drop of spit in my face and every single inch of cock he had to offer. I always do, that’s why he favors me. The Headmaster knows that when he’s making me submit, I’ll give it up just how he likes it and I’ll never, ever give in.
Have some rape phone sex fantasies swirling around in that fucked up brain of yours? Well here’s one for you… This is what a girl looks like when she knows she’s about to get raped but can’t do a single thing about it. I knew I wasn’t going to get through the night without letting this sleazebag use me and run deep inside of me as much as he wants. The look on my pretty face in this picture is a look of resignation, but I wasn’t scared, I was already disgusted at what I knew was about to happen to me.
Yeah, I’m a super submissive cum slut who loves to please her master, but if I get the feeling that something’s off, I safeword up and peace out of that motherfucker in a heartbeat. I love abuse, but it has to be the right kind from the right person, and I could tell from the get go that I didn’t want anything to do with Maestro Miguel.
Everything was off about him, smarmy smile, chaotic vibe, even his smell wasn’t quite right. I wasn’t in the room for five minutes before I told the guys I didn’t think it was going to work out and tried to leave. They just laughed and kept saying that it would be okay and that they knew what they were doing. They convinced me to take a seat and try to relax, so I sat and started rolling a joint. They started making jokes in Spanish, I really should’ve paid more attention in school. If I had I might’ve known that they were obviously talking about what they were going to do to me.
When they started snapping pictures, my heart picked up pace and began pounding hard. I didn’t even spark the J, just tried to get up to go, but was held in place by Miguel’s forceful grasp. I was a little surprised when he slapped the taste out of my mouth and told me I wasn’t going anywhere in plain English. I didn’t struggle, didn’t even cry. Experience has taught me that they like it more, so I just laid there on the musty old couch and took his long, thin prick like the champ I am, staring him in his stupid face as he pounded into me.
Luckily he was one of those rapists who are so horny that they don’t last long and he horked his horchata inside of my pink pussy in three minutes, tops. Unluckily, though, his friends had way thicker cocks and lasted much longer. That’s when the tears started flowing and I could no longer contain my screams.
Last night I took a deep dive into the world of bondage submission and it left me longing for more. I’ve been hanging out with a new dom lately and he is a fucking smoke show!
My new hot Master sent me a text ordering me to be outside waiting for him in 20 minutes. When his car pulled up, he got out and shoved me to my knees right there on the curb and forced his cock into my mouth. While I was forcibly choked on his dick, he made quick work of blindfolding me and then pulled his cock from my hungry mouth with a wet suctioning noise, leaving me gasping and unsure if I was in more need of oxygen or that rod buried deeper in the back of my throat.
He roughly pulled me to my feet and whispered in my ear that he was taking me on a journey that I would never forget and that I was to do exactly as I was told. He then placed a spider gag on me and threw me in the car. We drove for a while and then I was picked up by my tits and carried a short distance. The blindfold was removed and I took in my surroundings as he shackled my hands and suspended me from the ceiling.
I was in a dungeon outfitted with everything a sick sadistic pervert could imagine. I barely had time to look around before my breasts were met with a barrage of brutal blows. Master had a hickory switch in each hand and he was laughing and telling what a good girl I was as he dealt my licks. My hands still high above my head, I was unable to do anything except thrash about as drool started pouring from my gagged, open mouth.
Once I was properly abused, my Adonis of a Master got behind me and fucked so hard the only sounds I could make were screeches and screams with the occasional gasp for air. Just before he blew his hot load, he unstrapped me, spun me around and fucked my throat until he shoot a thick, chunky wad into my wide open mouth.
When he dropped me back off at home, I wasn’t ready to go back inside. I wanted to stay with him but he forced me out of his car and peeled off down the street as he flipped me the bird. He’s so dreamy.