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XXX Bondage gets me so wet forcing me to plead for more

XXX bondageXXX Bondage gets me so wet forcing me to plead for more and believe me I will. You have me bound, take the largest dildo you have and without preamble cram it into my cunt. Next, there is a butt plug with a spiked collar and that needs to go into my asshole. Twisting it around. 

Pressing down onto it as you start fucking me with the dildo and your cock at the same time. Make me scream. Already starting to soak your cock and balls the my fluids. Ripping into my cunt. Taking me like the slut that I am for your cock. Belonging to you. 

I am your slave and will beg you for more. Please master. Fuck me. Tear me up. Bind me. 

Golden showers phone sex makes me cum so hard.

Golden showers phone sex makes me cum so hard. Just look how wet this twat is of mine. Release that warm golden flow, covering my face, running down into my mouth. Force fuck my mouth as you urinate into my mouth. Drinking it down, sucking on your pee hole to get every last drop out.

It fills me up feeling you dominate over me, staking your claim as you leave your mark on me. Playing with my snatch. Coating my fingers begging you to mark me as yours. Therefore, letting everyone know that I am your personal property.

Ordering me to orgasm as you urinate all over my body covering me with your scent from your golden stream. Writhing as I gush and squirt, licking any remaining drops from your cock.Golden showers phone sex

Bukkake Phone Sex

Bukkake Phone Sex is a great way to get off. First time I had that many cocks. I was so wet, as I submitted to those cocks, slapping my face. Getting them all hard. I licked on the first cock, from the top of his head to the base of his cock, pulling his balls into my mouth as I reached out and began to stroke two others. I could see the other five men as they stroked their cocks. Waiting, getting harder. Going in a circle I licked and sucked on each cock. Stroking, playing, tugging on the a cock on either side of me as I moved in the circle on my knees. Submitting to them. Knowing that my man is watching from up above. 

As they begin to crowd in on me. Tilting my head back, I am hit with the first shots of cum. Covering my face, my hair, onto my neck. The men tapped and shook their cocks on me. Getting every last drop of cum on my face. I love having all those cocks in my face and on me. One experience I have repeated many times since. 
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Erotic submissive stories teach me.

Erotic submissive stories teach me. I would like to tell you about how I became a submissive. Everyone starts someplace and I was stuck. Unhappy, felt like the same thing was happening everyday and I knew what that was. Nothing. I was in a rut. 

                Meeting the man who would awaken the hardcore bondage whore I am now. Went looking for something not sure what when a friend asked me to go with to club. I was given a mask when we entered. I liked the feel of the satin on my face. The enigma of it all. Settling in to enjoy a night of new experiences my eyes wondered the room. Alighting on women and men in varies stages of dishabille. Then I saw her… a woman sitting at the feet of a man. She wore two stars on her nipples, her pussy was covered by a small black triangle, and nothing covered her ass. Her only other adornment was a collar with a small chain leash.Erotic submissive stories                I was wet and shocked. She didn’t look sad. She looked happy as she gazed at the man. I watched them and he looked up and saw me. Leaning forward he spoke to her before standing and walking to me, she followed until they reached me and took the chain off. Whispered something to her and she smiled, walking away.

                We chatted at the bar, getting to know each other. Donny’s hazel eyes held me captivated. I sat at his feet as he read to me. Soothed by his voice, wanting more. I asked for more. A private room. Silk scarfs tied to the bed post. A scarf to cover my eyes making me experience everything by touch alone. It was slow and sweet. The best sex I had in my life. The soft bondage had me wanting more. I had started and I needed so much more.

Bare bottom spankings make my master hard, and I wet.

Bare bottom spankings

Bare bottom spankings make my master hard, and I wet. I have erotic submissive stories to tell; master receiving some cock worshiping from his favorite whore. I don’t bother to hide my excitement when I am getting my spankings. Lifting my ass, body quivering in anticipation of his hand coming down hard on my bare bottom. Turning my ass red, the tingling sensation moving from my bottom to my pussy. It is getting wetter. I can feel my pussy pulsating with need.

His hand pats my bare bottom. Not nearly as hard as his cock pressing into my stomach. My master is in need of some attention. I crawl on my knees between his legs. Keeping my gaze focused on his cock. Lifting it, rubbing it along my cheek, over my lips, letting my breath blow softly watching it quiver. Swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. Letting his pre-cum rest on my tongue. Savoring it. Massaging his cock, cupping his balls. Running my tongue down the length of his cock. His velvety thickness, warm and hard. The perfect crevice on his well-formed cock head. Lips pulling that mushroom head into my mouth. Cupping his balls, big perfect hairy balls. Full of cum. Firm. Raising my eyes to look at him as I take him deeper into my mouth. Feeling his cum pour down my throat.

Pulling his cock from my mouth, I tilt my head back to look up at him. Our eyes meet. He quirks an eyebrow and I drop my gaze to his lips. “You are my favorite submissive whore. Next time, I will treat you with a golden shower.”

I stop myself from smiling. My master pleased me with a bare bottom spanking. I showed my gratitude by worshiping his cock. I even got the promise of a golden shower.

Bondage and Submission are essential to pleasing my master

Whips, chains, gag balls, ticklers, feathers, shackles, stocks, and so many more toys for this submissive to get this slaves pussy soaking wet. Butt plugs to train me. Chaining me to the wall and making me count the number of lashes he gives me on my tight red ass. The crop entering my pussy. Soaking it with my juices. Rubbing it over my ass, as I press back into the whip. Whimpering around the gag ball. Waiting for the crack of the whip. Knowing I will once more feel the sting and muffled number. We are on 5. My clit ring gets tugged on. Causing my legs to buckle. Oh FUCK that feels good.

My head drops back to look into my masters’ face. Sagging in the leather shackles, knees weak and feeling like rubber. I await his pleasure. Begging with my eyes. Wanting so much more. I know I am cheating on my husband and I know I should be home with him but wanting to be dominated. To be taken against my will. It thrills me to levels my husband wouldn’t understand.

Waiting for the moment my master decides what he is going to do to me next. What will it be?

Bondage and Submission

Slave Training

Slave TrainingEvery good slave needs to know their place. This is what my master has told me. Knowing that I am cheating on my husband makes me wonder about another punishment. Walking to my master I sit at his feet. Eagerly waiting for the collar to be put on. Asking without permission to speak would garner punishment. Perhaps punishment is something that wouldn’t be so bad. Feeling the crack of his hand on my bare ass. Just thinking about it has me squirming on the floor. The collar. He has my collar. Here is comes. Yes, I have my collar. Master is holding my leash. Being his bitch, I am to remain on all fours. Only allowed to walk when given permission to stand to walk.

This well-trained slave has taken many beatings, anxiously waits for her master to give a command. Getting hot, horny, and needing the pleasure of sucking on my masters’ cock. Making him cum. Swallowing all his cum down my throat.  Master walks and I crawl on my hands and knees, waiting for the reward. Silently begging him to whip. Feeling that whip lash over my pussy. It throbs. Will today be the day that I am put in the stocks? Sure, hope so. It is! Finally, the reward of punishment is here.

My neck and wrists are closed around. Knees on the cushioned bench. Oh master please. Knowing what is coming. The feel of his cock pressing into my ass. Not my cunt. No lube. Still my pussy throbs. This orgasm is going to be one of the greatest. The reward of the stocks, padded cushion, then to be fucked in the ass. Thoughts of my husband are gone as my master takes control of my body, mind, and soul.

Being admired as a Bondage Whore

Bondage whoreI’ve always believed my pussy was very pretty for a bondage whore, but having my lips held open by clamps and a flashlight aimed down between my nethers wasn’t something I’d expected. Not even when he started fucking me with the thick ass flashlight and taking relish in the surprised expressions I managed. “There’s a camera.” He explained, like that gave away the entire game and I just suddenly understood why there was a light beam in my cunt instead of his dick. That was until he flipped his phone for me and showed me what my insides look like when they’re being plundered rapidly. So pink and wet, so deep and gripping. “Beautiful.” He’d said, which was mood altering, since I was pretty sure I was here to be tortured, not be exposed to the pussy equivalent of cock worshiping. It suddenly clicked to me that this session was going to be an odd one, and that made me happy. Not because I dislike normal, painful, wondrous sessions that leave my mouth watering just to think about and get your dick hard just thinking about pulling it on me. I just, new is special to me, it gives me experience and holds a place in my heart. “Alright, you ready to get fucked, slut?” Or maybe it’d be pretty normal after his amazement died down, because his cock was huge and I was pretty sure he planned to punish me using it, and the pounding gave my body shivers just thinking about. “Just gonna take a few more pictures.” I thought the camera was taking video, and maybe it well was, but seeing it snap pictures that’d surely rest on his phone forever, being something he stroked to nightly and fantasized about long after I was gone, that made me cum. I gave him a show, let his camera get a sight of my depths at their best for the erotic submissive stories he’d surely tell.

Soft bondage gets me over the edge just like any hard dick

Soft bondageStrapped down with a brush slipping over my tits and teasing me until I’m a discomforted mess, I knew I couldn’t ask for anything different than soft bondage. I risk everything every day, and every dangerous moment or breath I give to someone else makes it all feel worth it. I take great bliss in the uncomfortable, in being teased and used. I feel amazing when I can barely breathe and my every nerve is singing at me. I need to be used and somehow this guy knew exactly what he had to do to get me down on the table with straps tied up all over me. My legs spread, my juices leaking onto the table with every tease, my naked body the showpiece for him and his friends. He’s got others staring at me, using me, appeasing their own whims while pushing me past boundaries I didn’t know I had. Too bad those boundaries will be gone by the time they’re done using their submissive whore, just a memory of a stuck-up girl I didn’t know I was. I’m always pushing further, growing more into myself and becoming kinkier. Every day is another step into a taboo-less valley of urges and desires met at every turn. I’m grateful for the experience, even if every touch and tease and abuse brings me just a little further from my husband. I used to be such a nice and cute girl, a wallflower without the slightest idea what this kind of world was like. Maybe that’s why I got addicted so fast, why my urges exploded and the next thing I knew my pussy was my main attraction and my pretty fast was no longer important. Fuck, I need this, I need to be treated like the whore I really am. It makes me feel so real and in the moment to be tortured, even if just a little. I can’t get anything like this with my normal husband, even if I wish he’d change his ways and realize what a submissive slut like me needs.

Bondage and submission are how any good cheating date should end.

Bondage and submissionMy latest cheating date was going so well, up until it ended up going so much better with Bondage and submission. We went back to his apartment and he immediately ambushed me with enough bondage gear to make my whole body quiver. Chained up against his reinforced wall, I couldn’t do anything but anticipate exactly what kind of torture he was going to bring down upon me. I was soaked just thinking about it. The anticipation is half of what makes moments like this so precious. I can’t get things like this from my husband, even if I wish I could. That cutie whipping me would be the best orgasm I ever had. It seemed like I was about to get that from this man instead and his erotic bondage stories, when he came back with clamps and a battery. It didn’t look dangerous, but he did. He was tall and burly, his shirt off showing off rippling muscles. Somehow I felt like the riding crop at his waist was going to hurt a lot more than whatever he had in store for those clamps. The torture addict in me was wide-eyed and salivating, only not playing with my wet pussy because I was chained up and unable to use my hands. I rubbed my legs together what little I could, I focused on his hands as they got close. He was silent, stoic, it was actually really creepy as he got ready to unleash his pent-up desires on me. For a moment I wondered if I was leaving this apartment or if this was going to be my permanent future. They’d look for me sure, but they’d never figure it out. They’d probably blame my husband, they always blame the spouse. I’d ruin our both lives just like that… At least I’d be cumming forever, and that massive dick I could see him packing would surely help with that, if not the extreme bondage I was about to face.