Erotic Submissive Stories with your little whore, Gracie!

Erotic Submissive Stories

Erotic Submissive Stories with your little whore, Gracie!

“I’ve been a good girl for you, Master.” Let me prove it to you.

My hands are shaking as I’m unbuckling your belt and pulling down your zipper, letting your meaty member flop out.

Your delicious-looking cock already had pre-cum glistening from the tip.

A site I couldn’t keep my eyes off of!

You taste so salty and masculine, I moaned softly as I took you deeper, my tongue swirling along the underside.

“That’s it, suck my cock like the submissive slut you are!”

I could feel your cock hitting the back of my throat.

I love the feeling that you are in control of me.

Use my holes whenever you want.

Fuck me, Master I’ve been waiting all day for this moment.

Submissive Whore

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Submissive Whore Eliana, Eager To Be Used

Hey pervs, I’m Eliana—your eager submissive whore who lives to be broken, humiliated, and used until I’m a dripping mess. Growing up in that picture-perfect family only fueled my rebellious fire. It wasn’t long before I snuck out and found an older man who saw right through my innocent act.
He grabbed my tits and ass the second we were alone, spanking me raw while his friends watched and laughed. They pinched my nipples until I squealed, then forced their thick cocks down my throat, making me gag and choke on cock after cock.
But that was just the beginning. Soon they were bending me over, stretching my tight teen cunt, and pounding me like the cum slut I was born to be.
Then came the gangbangs. By the time I hit my late teens, I was addicted to being used. Always surrounded by cocks, passed around like a cheap fucktoy while load after load painted my face and filled every hole.
Now gangbang phone sex has me soaked just thinking about it. I crave being that subby little whore on her knees, begging for punishment while you and your buddies destroy me.
But don’t underestimate me. I’m a trained switch too. When the mood hits, I’ll straddle your face and grind my dripping cunt over your mouth until you’re smothered and begging. I love penis humiliation—laughing at your pathetic dick while I make you worship my ass.

Submissive Whore Eliana is a Good Fuck Toy

Then, just as fast, I flip back into the subservient cum whore, spreading my legs and pleading for the abuse I need.
I’ve stayed in abusive relationships longer than I should, all for that rush of being broken and remade into a filthy cum dump. Yet I’m smart enough to walk when it’s wrong. Truth is, my submissiveness is healthy, hot, and reserved for the right dominant men. The ones who know exactly how to wreck me.
My cunt stays soaked, shoving huge toys and cocks inside. Ultimately stretching me wider and wider until I’m gaping and screaming in ecstasy. Nothing feels better than being stuffed to the limit.
And fuck, I’m obsessed with bukkake phone sex—being the center of a circle jerk while you all unleash rope after thick rope of hot jizz across my tits, face, and tongue.
Then you piss on me, warm streams soaking my hair and running down my body while I rub it into my skin like the nasty whore I am.
So tell me, daddy… ready to punish this rebellious slut? Call me. I’m already on my knees, cunt throbbing, waiting to be your perfect gangbang toy. Use me. Humiliate me. Cover me. I need it now.
Submissive Whore

BDSM Phone Sex Never Broke My Bones Like Being a Real-Life Slave

bdsm phone sexA few years ago, my master suggested I get into BDSM phone sex. Back then, he knew his retirement from law seemed imminent. And he wanted me to still work. Although he did set me up with a 401(k) and he still provides me with a monthly allowance, and stock in his BDSM club, he knows when he dies that I will still need to support myself.

And I love that he helped me find this job. I get to be submissive on the phone and in my real life too. But I spoke to a guy last night who wanted to know about my history. How I became a lifestyle submissive.

So, I needed to dredge up the ugly past of my youth with my father and my ex-husband. And I told him in painstaking detail some of the horrible crimes my father committed against me. Back then, daddy forced me to be his submissive whore. Sometimes, women get born into slavery.

But when I ran away from home, I told myself no more being anybody’s bitch. Then I met my husband, and he turned out to be worse than my father. But fate led to a chance encounter with my current master, and that changed my outlook on being submissive.

Finally, I understood the true dynamic between a master and a slave. And even though still submissive, I knew master would never send me to the ER or leave me tied up for days on end with no other choice than to piss my bed.

Some Women are Just Born to Become Submissive Whores

I’ve done it all in my life. Been physically abused, forced fucked, tied up for days, gangbanged, and even pimped out. I never mind bondage or rough sex. And I don’t mind anal sex or bukkake parties either. Of course, some things I enjoy more than others. I do not enjoy bathroom play and pain, but sometimes that comes with being a slave.

Some women like me say they’ve paid their dues. However, I know I could never repay my master for everything he’s done for me. He bought me a nice house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. He provided me with a paralegal education, so I could work with him and become his office slave. And he helped me get this job.

With all my experience in the real world as a submissive sex slave, he knew I would excel at being a phone slave too. And he would be correct. I do well with this. And I love it.

I don’t know if phone sex will last until I retire or not with the changing technology and laws restricting adult sites, but I’m going to ride this out as long as I can. I’m still a real slave for my master. And sometimes his friends too. But at least being a phone whore seems gentler on my body, and I’ll never break a bone.

Beaten and busted in your druggy den

Bondage and submission

I love the dangers and terrors that go along with being beaten abandoned and left for dead. I love the fear, so addicted that I’ll look for it. Or out in the woods, looking for headlights to cum my way. That’s how you roll. Kidnapping submissive women like me to take your rape fantasies out on daily and nightly. You’ve kept this a secret for so long and now it’s all cumming out. All the women you’ve trapped and tied up, I’ve now joined. With the unknown if I’ll ever make it out I couldn’t help get turned on as hell. I’m hooked on this shit liked a good hooked cock. Daddy did it first so now it’s your turn. 

Bondage and submission, make me feel the pain!

No window, nothing in site. You take me down to a basement full of screams. People boozing and doing drugs, looking for their next bitch to beat. Just like you, a druggy den full of disease and dirty fucking. Blindfolding and tied to a pole I could hear you taking a bump before you took out the whip. “Smack” to the back of my ass I couldn’t help start creaming. Moaning and whimpering you spread my legs for some more. This is your sick fuck fetish but a nightmare for me. I don’t care though baby, it keeps me validated. I’d like it better if you shoved your throbbing dick up inside me and turned me into a nasty side piece. 

Force me to worship your danger dick

You had every one crowded around us women as you continued to torture me. I could hear them rubbing their shafts as  fiercely fucked the shit out of me. “This bitch look better bloody”. As soon as I heard that my snatch started leaking like a broken hose. Blood cum rushing from every hole, it wasn’t long until your drug head was about to nut. 

Leaving me covered, sticky, bloodied and abused to a pulp I’m ready for round two. Nothing scares me and I always look further for more. Use me and show me your in charge just like this baby. Call the shots and fuck me up.

Pissing Phone Sex And The Sub Slut

Pissing phone sexPissing phone sex keeps sub tramps soaked in piss, you kinky fucks love to cover sexy bitches in piss, my Master has been fucking all my holes then filling them with piss. 

My holes are full of cum, Master let ten of his buddies fill my cunt hole with jizz, I could feel the cum sloshing around in my love tunnel. 

Legs above my head to keep all the nut inside of me, once filled with cum each of the guys empty their bladders all over me, covered in piss from head to toe. 

Each of them aiming their cocks at me, some at my face others on my chest and down my belly, I almost lost it when the piss went between my ass crack. So warm, trickling down my cheeks.  

Feeling like a human toilet turns me on, I think I am gonna ask Master to let the guys go number two next time. 

Hardcore bondage requires two suffering cunts

The siren song of Hardcore bondage calls to me, a submissive bitch craving destruction at the hands of a cock hungry master.

Thank you, Master, for destroying me. Hardcore bondage

I am so grateful for your discipline. I brought another bitch for you. Two suffering cunts are even a better prize, allowing for a delicious double cock beating.

We are here to serve you. You are our God. If our tears get you hard, we will wail at the top of our lungs. Our place is at your feet. We are so lucky to endure the sweet agony of being stretched to our limits.

Whores like us are pieces of meat ready for your butcher block. Slap us, whip us, make us bleed. I offer up our cunts, so you can fuck us so hard, we bleed on your cock.

As your good little slut, I’m so eager to suck her beat up pussy off your cock. Then it’s my turn.

The rope is really tight; it hurts so bad. But I deserve just like I deserve the humiliation of being an exposed whore.

Thank you for recording our sessions, especially this one. I think I know how we can make it extra humiliating. The new bitch and I will suck off your best stud for the camera.

You are the best at breaking a Submissive Whore and then rebuilding them to be forever obedient! We are nothing more than a pair of suffering cunts, forever craving the cruel embrace of your merciless cock.

The pain and humiliation of serving your best friend’s rod is an extra treat. Just to show you my devotion, I am going to force this new bitch I brought to you to take his fur cock in her ass.

I’ll make sure he pumps her good so he gets stuck in there. And then I will guide your cock down her throat. Such a nasty scene for your audience to cum to my Master! I am so lucky to serve you!

Scat phone sex slave Jessica

scat phone sex

Your scat phone sex slut is ready to feed you a thick, chunky log or two.

Spread my cheeks and press your lips against my pretty pink star.

I’ll reach back and hold you up against my ass while I’m filling your mouth.

Chew it up for me while you jerk your hard dick.

Then let me lick the leftovers from your lips.

Do you have a hot load for me too?

I’m going to get behind you, reach around and stroke your cock while my mouth is all over your asshole.

Let me rim you and pop the tip of my tongue in and out until you’re ready to push it out.

I want you to squeeze it out all over my chest.

I’ll lie back like a good whore and catch every plop.

While you’re pushing out your big, steamy pile I’ll be fingering my wet cunt uncontrollably.

I’m going to press my big, jiggly titties together, squish it all around and rub it all over my body!

Then you can suck that shit from my nipples while you drill that big, hard dick in my wet pussy.

I want you to blast a fat load deep in my cum hole and then let me sit on your face.

All of your nut juice is going to drip out of my hot pussy and into your mouth.

You can slurp up the thick globs of your own nut out of my cunnie.

Then, I’ll piss in your face and let you drink as much of it as you can catch.

Don’t be shy about all the nasty ways that you want to use me.

I’m a good slut and I do as I’m told.

Nothing is too kinky or too taboo for this nasty, naughty sub slut milf!

Erotic Submissive Stories with The Beast and Kitten

Erotic submissive stories always lead to a cock throbbing pussy dripping phone sesh.

I suppose I can share a little secret.

The Beast won’t mind kitten sharing a glimpse of what it’s like to be his submissive fuck toy.

I am simply put here to be his little pleasure pet.

Until Beast arrived, I hadn’t realized my tolerance of pain.

I quickly learned I can accept a lashing as a good girl should by the hands of this massive power.

I can feel him craving me with the force of his jaws leaving me crying out in pleasurable pain. The kind of pain that makes your skin crawl with goosebumps and pussy wet simultaneously.

The occasion was special. I was invited to the Beasts dungeon on said night.

I could feel the excitement building through the core of my body as I entered.

No words were said as he led me to a wooden post. We have a language that doesn’t warrant words. I just know what’s expected of me.

He bent me forward folding my naked flesh in half against the post once in position to his satisfaction he extended my arms above my head and began what felt like the most intricate shibari ropework around my wrist.

I could feel the tight knots, my pussy began to quiver and my breath became deep. He finished bounding me firmly to the post with my ass fully extended inviting him to come play.

Erotic submissive stories

Upside down with most of my vision limited as to what’s going on above me. Oblivious to whatever tool he just grabbed all I can see are his feet as he circles my body. My breath picking up it grew deeper and heavier and just then I heard the crack of a belt against the wall!

My body jerked, I knew it was time to brace myself ready for my first lash. The initial sting is always the best as it ripples through my body. Sending waves of shock enthralled with ecstasy and stinging bliss. With each crack of the belt across my fleshy back end, I could feel the Beasts excitement build as his whippings grew stronger.

Each lashing I endured was a release. A painful yet oddly peaceful release that had my body in a complete trans. A short moment in time I lost all cognitive abilities. All the blood rushing to my head he realizes I am at my point of no return. I’m a good kitten and I refuse to tap out. The Beast leaned down letting a tantalizing growl out in my ear as he unleashed me from the post. My ass swollen and red some areas already bruising where the belt kissed my soft ass. He picked me up and carried me to the lounge laying me ass up so he could admire his work. My ass serving as a perfect trophy. I aim to be his favorite submissive slut.

Bare Bottom Spankings Bend Jacqueline Over

bare bottom spankingsBare bottom spankings when you have your ass put in it’s place, yesss! I love it when he bends me over and spanks my ass hard, leaving handprint marks on my already reddened cheeks. It makes me feel so submissive and turned on knowing that he has complete control over my body. As he continues to smack my ass with his strong hands, I moan loudly, begging for more of his dominance. My pussy is dripping wet with anticipation for what else he might do to me next.

The Spankings

  I can feel his hot breath on my skin as he leans in closer, his voice low and commanding. “You’re my little whore now,” he growls, “and you’ll do whatever I say.” I nod eagerly, desperate to please him. He pulls out a ball gag and straps it around my head, muffling my moans as he continues to spank me.

My nipples are hard and aching for attention, so I’m thrilled when he clips them with nipple clamps. The pain is exquisite, making me squirm with pleasure. He chuckles at my reactions, clearly enjoying the control he has over me.

Next, he binds my wrists behind my back with leather straps, rendering me completely helpless. I’m at his mercy now, unable to move or escape. The thought sends shivers down my spine.

With one final smack on the ass, he flips me onto my back and rips off my panties. My pussy is soaking wet and throbbing with need. He plunges two fingers inside me without warning, stretching me wide open.

“Your cunt is so tight,” he groans, pumping his fingers in and out of me roughly. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming for more.”

I try to respond but all that comes out is muffled moans through the gag. He just laughs and continues to finger fuck me until I’m on the edge of orgasm.

Just when I think it’s all going to be too much for me to handle, he pulls out his massive cock and slams it deep into my pussy in one swift motion.

Erotic Bondage Stories Starring Donatella Your Personal Slut

Erotic Bondage StoriesI can still feel the cold bite of the steel against my wrists whenever I close my eyes. It’s a phantom sensation that reminds me exactly who I belong to. Diving into my erotic bondage stories is the only way I know how to process the beautiful, agonizing weight of my Master’s shadow over my life. I wasn’t just a partner; I was his curated masterpiece, a living doll designed for his specific brand of discipline. 

Being his personal slut wasn’t just a label… it was a religion I practiced every time I knelt at his feet. I remember one night in particular when the air in the loft felt heavy, thick with the scent of cedar and expensive leather. He didn’t say a word when I entered the room. He didn’t have to. The sight of the heavy hemp rope coiled on the velvet ottoman told me everything I needed to know. 

I stripped slowly, my skin prickling under his silent, predatory gaze. I knew that tonight, I wouldn’t just be held; I would be rearranged. The first wrap of the rope was always the most jarring… the rough texture contrasting against my soft curves as he began the intricate floor work. He moved with a surgical precision that left me breathless. 

With every knot he tightened, my autonomy slipped further away, replaced by a desperate, mewling need to please him. My arms were pinned behind me, my chest thrust forward, exposing every inch of my vulnerability to his callous hands. He called me his “good little slut” as he pulled the final cinch, a term that made my blood run hot and my head light.

In that state of total restriction, the world narrowed down to the sound of his breathing and the sharp sting of his palms against my thighs. I was a prisoner of my own desire, bound so tightly that even a deep breath felt like an act of rebellion. He took his time exploring the territory he had claimed, reminding me with every touch that I existed solely for his amusement. 

The helplessness was addictive; being unable to move while he did exactly as he pleased with my body pushed me into a headspace where nothing existed but the present moment of submission. By the time he finally leaned down to whisper my instructions for the night, I was completely undone. 

I was a raw nerve, vibrating with the electric frequency of a woman who had found her purpose in the knots of a master. Serving him wasn’t a chore… it was my liberation. I am Donatella, and I am exactly where I’m meant to be: bound, silent, and entirely his.