Bondage Whore Jacqueline Gives It All To Her Master

Bondage whoreBondage whore is what I identify as. And I love it! As I stand before you, bound and gagged, my heart races with anticipation. The ropes that bind me are tight against my skin, digging into my flesh as they hold me in place. My body is covered head to toe in black latex, leaving nothing to the imagination. Fishnet stockings cover my legs, adding a delicate yet provocative touch to the ensemble.

You approach me from behind, your hard cock already pressing against the seam of my panties. Without warning, you tear through the fabric like it’s nothing and thrust yourself deep inside me. I let out a muffled moan around the ball gag in my mouth as you begin to pound away at my tight little hole.

The sensation of being taken so roughly from behind is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Every time you pull out only to slam back in again, it feels like I’m being split apart at the seams. But despite myself, I can’t help but arch my back towards you in search of more pleasure… or maybe just relief from this intense sensation coursing through every fiber of my being right now?

As our rhythm picks up pace and intensity increases tenfold ,I feel myself getting closer…closer still until finally -with one powerful thrust-you send me over edge into an orgasmic release unlike any other before it .My body shudders uncontrollably under yours while hot sticky cum fills every crevice within reach.

As the waves of pleasure wash over me, I can feel your cock throbbing inside my pussy as you reach your own climax. The feeling is indescribable – being completely at your mercy like this…it’s both exhilarating and humiliating all at once. But somehow it feels right too; almost natural in this twisted sort of way that we share together now .

As our passion subsides ,you slowly withdraw from deep within me leaving behind a trail of stickiness between us .You untie some ropes but keep others tightly bound around wrists & ankles so i remain restrained for later use if needed.. You lean down close to whisper into ear “That was just round one sweetheart” before walking away with smirk on face knowing full well what he has planned next for his captive audience member who cannot resist him no matter how hard she tries

Sexy Bondage on Gracie is a sight you can’t deny!

Sexy Bondage

“I am going to tie you up in Sexy Bondage, my little Whore”

My guy knows I like being submissive, but I’ve been wanting to try something a bit nastier. So, when you suggested tying me with some thick black rope, you could tell I was nervous.

You pried my legs open wide and tied them and my arms to each corner of the bed. Pussy lips parted and open for you, already wet in anticipation.

To take it up a notch, you also blindfolded and gagged me, so I couldn’t say no.

You dripped hot wax from a lit candle down my torso. Making sure to hit each nipple, the burning sensation makes them harder.

Dripped into my belly button and finally down into my cunt. Wax was hitting my swollen clit, but my screams were muffled from the ball gag.

But this was only the beginning of your torture…

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Erotic BDSM Stories Donatella Lets You Take the Lead Tonight

Erotic BDSM StoriesTonight, I’m all yours, completely at your mercy. The silk of my lingerie clings to my curves, teasing every inch of my body, while I kneel at your feet, waiting for your command. My pulse races just thinking about how good it feels to surrender, to give you full control, and I shiver with anticipation under your gaze.

I’ve read so many Erotic BDSM Stories, but nothing compares to the thrill of feeling your hands on me, guiding me, testing me. You’ll discover exactly how obedient I can be, how desperate I am to please you, and how far I’ll go to earn your approval. Every whisper, every flick of the wrist, every gentle tug of the restraints excites me beyond words. I’m trembling just imagining your eyes tracing the lines of my body as I follow your instructions without hesitation.

My hands rest softly in my lap, but I’m ready to obey instantly. If you tell me to crawl, I’ll crawl. If you tell me to kneel, I’ll sink to the floor, eager for your touch. There’s nothing I crave more than the sound of your voice telling me what to do, the authority in your tone making me melt with every order. I live to serve, to submit, and tonight, I’m offering myself completely, no holds barred.

You’ll love the way I respond to the smallest gestures, how I arch my back to entice you, how I let out soft, eager moans when you give me attention. I want to feel your power and strength, your hands exploring me as I surrender willingly. Every inch of me is ready for your pleasure, and I’ll do everything I can to ensure you’re satisfied. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my body trembling with excitement at the thought of being commanded by someone as dominant and handsome as you.

I’m dressed for you, but it’s not just my lingerie that’s yours… it’s my mind, my body, my devotion. I ache to be tested, to be pushed to my limits, to feel the delicious sting of discipline mingled with pleasure. Your satisfaction is my obsession, and I’ll eagerly comply with every order, every whim, every desire.

Tonight, you take the lead, and I am your willing, submissive muse. I exist to obey, to entice, and to surrender. Let your imagination run wild… I’m ready for anything, eager to prove how much I adore being under your control. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered “Yes, Master” is proof that I am yours entirely, and tonight, I’ll show you just how intoxicating my submission can be. 

 

Submissive slut mommy Jessica

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Jessica the submissive slut is back with another kinky and nasty story about being owned.

I came home from a long night and was cornered by my son again.

He saw the way I looked with my hair all tangled and sticky with cum.

My clothes were torn and had spots of jizz dried to them.

No matter how many times we do this, he knows that I can’t help myself.

I always end up going out and letting multiple men destroy my fuck holes.

He’s punished me for it so many times but every weekend I end up in the same torn up, worn out position.

This time he wasn’t as patient as the times before.

He slapped me across the face and called me a worthless cum dump slut.

Telling me how disgusting I was wasn’t enough.

I was forced to open my mouth so that he could shove his dick down my throat.

If you guessed that he fucked my face, you would be wrong.

He let loose and filled my mouth with his hot, yellow piss.

Swallowing what I could, I let the rest spill down my chin and drip down my body.

This enraged my son.

He slapped me even harder and told me what a nasty bitch I am.

After that, he forced me to put my lips to the floor and drink up the spilled piss puddle.

While I was trying to slurp up as much of it as I could, he was behind me drilling his hard dick into my whore asshole.

I didn’t dare fight him off or resist.

My holes were already wallowed out and oozing with the cum from so many other men.

Are you ready to use me as a submissive fuck toy too, since that’s all I’m good for?

 

My tight wet tootsie craves stranger danger, cum along for a ride

Bondage whore

Since i crave such punishment for validation I’ll do anything for my desires and craves. It started when I was a little young whore, no parents around I had to use my tight little pussy to survive. Finding the worst or the worst men to trample and brutally beat me just to feel wanted and loved. I’m hooked, just like your hook on taking your anger and rage on hot snacks like myself. It’s just too easy to do with me boo, so make me beg….

Bondage and submission give me life, let me empty out your balls as you give me your all. 

I’m sucker for the evil fuckers. The one’s on the side of road at night, stalking bars and clubs for chicks like me walking out all alone so they can catch us, gag us, take us to take all their rape fantasies out on till the break of dawn. This shit turns me on unlike my slutty friends. They have to live in fear when I’m searching for it. “We’re so scared Isla, we’re gonna go home” they say as I stand on the street corner for that danger to cum my way. Rest assured, this is what I want and if I need to initiate to get fucked up, I’m down for that too.

Submissive whore never catches a break

I didn’t take long for the stranger to pull up, handsome as hell with a nasty plan. Black car with tinted window, sippin on a bottle of whisky with a cig hanging out the window. My perfect type! I gave him a wink and he opened his door. Once in his trap my pussy started to moist up, soiling my panties as he gave me that danger glare, his eyes moving up and down me. He knew I was his perfect victim and he was my perfect sick fuck.

He turns the car on the side road, “you need a ride home?” “yeah honey, it’s cold, would you mind?”. Turning on Johnny Cash he takes another swig then before I could even get a puff of his smoke I was in the back seat with my panties around my feet, gagged and tied. Drugged so quick, this mother fucker got this bitch impressed as shit!

I’m a baddie bondage whore, hit me once and I’ll beg for more!

He tore every piece of clothing off me as he was balls deep, smashing my cookie raw. No lube only spit, this piece of shit just wanted one thing. “Is that all you got?” He suddenly stops, smacks me across my face almost putting me out. I’m thrusting and pushing against his massive girthy groin. Big guy with big beard, you can tell he hasn’t been fucked in years implodes inside me, then pushing me out onto the street.

This is my perfect kinda night. My lady friends have no idea how fucking hot it is, the sexual rush and moments of fear. Nothing cums close!!

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with Donatella Raw Late Night Talk

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex

I’m sitting on my master’s couch, deep in his mansion, legs relaxed, letting his attention settle on me. My voice stays low and real as we talk, and Extreme Fetish Phone Sex slips between us without needing a name. He’s close, focused on me in that way that feels consuming, hands warm as they rest on my thighs. I let him kiss my lips slowly, not rushed, just enough to make him linger. He’s obsessed, and I feel it in the way his touch pauses, like he’s savoring the moment.

I don’t rush or perform; I sit there confident, letting my presence do what it does. He’s drawn to me, to my skin, my tone, the way I hold myself when I know I’m wanted. I love how he enjoys me in the privacy of his home, making me feel like I’m on top of the world.  His fingers move along my thighs again, slow and deliberate, like he doesn’t want the feeling to end. I lean in, kissing him back, keeping everything grounded, steady, and unforced. He reacts to my calm confidence, to the way I let his fascination exist without feeding it chaos.

I talk softly, close to him, letting words mix with breath and silence. Nothing is forced here, no hype, just two sex addicts choosing a moment and staying in it. The chandelier fades into the background while his attention stays locked on me. I let him feel how desired he is too, because control and devotion move both ways. My voice remains steady, affectionate, never exaggerated, never distant. He listens like every word matters, like I’m something he doesn’t want to lose. I stay right there on the couch in my sexy lingerie, letting closeness build without pushing it anywhere.

The energy settles into something thick and intimate, but still calm and controlled. I remind him through tone alone that this fascination is welcome and held safely as I push his head towards my wet cunt as he forcefully opens up my legs to devour me nonstop. He exhales, hands resting, eyes fixed on me like he’s exactly where he wants to be. I stay present, letting the moment stretch naturally instead of racing it. Nothing feels staged, nothing feels rushed, just chosen.

When I finally shift, it’s slow, intentional, leaving him aware of my absence before it happens. That’s the kind of impression I leave, quiet but heavy. He stays there thinking about me, about my voice, my skin, my composure. I know exactly how that feels, and I let it sit with him. The atmosphere is built on lust, desire, and intention, nothing more and nothing less. I remain calm, confident, and fully myself, which is what keeps him wanting me even more. The memory lingers quietly, waiting to be returned to whenever the urge rises again. Until then, I stay unforgettable, composed, desired, and undeniably present in his thoughts long after the room settles.

Submissive Whore hole must be filled at all times

Submissive Whore I am a Submissive Whore, a vessel eager to be filled at all times. My womb yearns to be seeded, my body yearns to be claimed. I crave hard cock driving deep within me, of powerful cum flooding my depths, marking me as yours.

And I am all yours, do whatever you please!

Wouldn’t you love to breed a fertile slave like me, sir? A willing breeding sow all for you, Master.

Ready to conceive and build you a harem. Think about it, when you keep me chained in your basement, you can use me anytime you want.

Load after load, you know, eventually my belly will grow. I’ll push them out and teach them how to be good little sluts just like their Mommy.

Mommy will make sure all your girls follow every one of your commands. I will present myself to you obediently, spread wide and ready to receive your cock.

I will take all the fucking you can give me. Even though I’m crying out in pain, it is still pure pleasure for me. But I don’t really fucking matter. You do, sir, you are the one that I serve, the one I want to make climax after climax.

I will follow your Slave training to the letter and groom our little bunch of sluts just like you groomed me. I hope they find it as natural as your number one girl. I am nothing without your cum inside me.

MILF Phone Sex Slaves Service Those Young Dominant Men Too

milf phone sexAlthough I am submissive, I’m also a MILF phone sex slut. And that means I enjoy taking care of younger men too. The funny thing is that when I was younger, I gravitated to older men because of my daddy issues. But now that I’m in my mid-40s, I feel like younger men can satisfy me better. Perhaps that stems from the fact that my master is 25 years my senior, so his dick does not work like a young stud’s dick anymore.

Even though the young men that belong to my master’s BDSM club seem downright misogynistic, I still enjoy their company. For one, taking care of these younger masters in training pleases my master. And secondly, I get to be around cocks that become erect when I simply gaze at them. Master needs a blue pill to get erect. Or like last night, he just needs to watch his prized pony in action.

The reason I do not work most Friday nights on my submissive phone sex line is because master calls me to the club to take care of young bucks. The world does not seem to be short dominant men. However, there does appear to be a short supply of women willing to be submissive slaves like me. So, master lets them hone their craft on his slave. Originally, I hated it but now I love it, even if I do find them to be extremely rough sometimes.

Friday Nights Master Lets His Young Proteges Use Me

Last night did not seem too bad though because master watched. I did not go into a private room with any of those guys. So, they minded their manners. Well, sort of. They did fuck me hard in front of master as he masturbated. I think he lives vicariously through these men in their 20s. Men that age can gang bang a whore all night long. And they never need Viagra to accomplish the task.

I don’t mind being a gangbang phone sex whore, especially not while master watches. I could see his cock getting hard watching men half my age tag me and double penetrate me too. Most of the night I found myself on all fours with a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass. And I usually need to clean those cocks after they nut inside of me. But I don’t mind the way I taste. I don’t even mind my own ass taste. Not anymore.

I’m sore as fuck today but I found it all worth it. About 20 boys nutted inside me nice and deep while my master’s old dick got hard again. Master got some sloppy seconds last night. But first I pushed the cum out of my cunt and ass and licked it off the floor. Then I begged master to fuck me like the whore I am. Just a typical Friday night for a submissive slave.

Submissive Slut Gracie Needs Master’s Cock!

Submissive Slut

I love being Master’s little Submissive Slut! I am only here to please Master and tend to his Thick Cock’s every need.

Being just a hole, his perfect little fucktoy for him to fuck whenever he pleases.

My panties are already soaked at the thought of you bending me and pounding my tight, shaved pussy. My mouth is watering looking at his bulge.

I unzip his pants, and his already hard cock comes flopping out. I can’t help but shove it right into my mouth and sucked like my life depended on it.

I’m your eager little whore who will worship every inch down to the balls.

Gagging on your shaft only makes my pussy drip down my thighs.

I will take every inch like the cock-worshipping whore I am. I am yours to use, Master.

 

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Bondage and Submission Makes Cunts Tingle

Bondage and submission  Bondage and submission is something I fell in love with when I was with my ex-boyfriend. He was the one who introduced me to it, and from the very first time he tied me up, I knew that’s what I wanted – to be his submissive slut forever.

He had this dominant side that just took control of everything around him, including me. The way he would look at me with those piercing eyes made my heart race and my pussy wet. He knew exactly how to push my buttons and make me crave for more of his dominance.

Once Upon a Time

The first time he restrained me, it felt like an electric current running through my body. Every fiber of my being screamed for release as he bound me tighter and tighter with leather straps and ropes. But at the same time, there was a part of me that loved being helpless under his control. It turned me on beyond belief knowing that all decisions were taken away from me; all I could do was submit myself completely to him – both physically and emotionally.

As he started beating on different parts of my body – especially where it hurt most – a strange sense of pleasure overtook any pain or discomfort I might have felt initially . His rough hands against soft skin sent shivers down spine while moans escaped lips uncontrollably . Each slap echoed through room , reverberating off walls like thunderous applause . And every time hot tears streamed down cheeks , they only served remind us how deeply entwined our souls truly were .

Being submissive for him wasn’t just about sexually; it was about giving myself completely over to him – mind, body and soul. It made me feel wanted, desired and needed in a way that no other relationship ever had before. He owned every part of me – my heart ,my mind ,and especially my holes .