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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 .

Balls game pussy, which one will rip me first?

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I went to the basketball game to watch my favorite team. Wearing my cutie dress with my long hair flowing, I could feel the amazing energy from the crowd, looking around staring at all the hot men. I’m not like other girls though. I like it raw and rough. To get torn and ravaged, I don’t wanna cum over for drinks and casual conversation baby. I like to get fucked up in multiple ways. Drugs, drunk, brutally beaten, I’m always down for that pound.

You spotted me in the front. Waving my pom poms and dancing to every song. You casually moved closer without me noticing, slipping your way behind me. Smelling my hair, sweat and watching my ass cheeks popping for outa my skirt. My satin pink panties turned you into a god damn beast.

Bondage and submission, you grabbed me like a bitch. 

You took me by surprise, grabbing by my bra and leading me away. “Who the fuck are you?” “I’m your worst nightmare” you tell me. My tight tootsie started gaping with desire. There’s never a break when it comes to my love for evil fucks coming my way.

You dragged me down a cold empty hall. With no one around I knew shit was about to get down. With one hand on my neck and the other on my the back of my panties, you pulled them hard up my ass, choking me at the same time. “Keep pulling asshole” I tell you. And with evil surprise in your dead eyes you shoved your meat stick up my ass.

You ripped me apart and left me glistening with golden showers….

While looking around, watching your disgusting back your danger dangling dick still went in my cooter for that winning point. i screaming, creaming and moaning at the same time. With no one to help me while this wild stranger with so much fucking anger takes his rape fantasies out on me

The final bell blew just as you fill my bunghole with spooge. I was so fucking turned on. Hot danger stranger just fulfilled me with pain and pleasure at the same time. His satisfaction ran through me. My whole body tingling, numb…..I was craving more until I felt something warm.

“Nasty whore deserves to get pissed on”.  As I stood their covered with bloody cum, he turned me around and look at me straight in the face. With his low hanging empty balls he pissed all over me from the face down, filling my mouth and drenching my hair. A dream cum true…..I hope you can do this to me too…..

Cum slut phone sex sub Jessica is all yours

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My name is Jessica and I’m a kinky cum slut phone sex whore.

I’m ready to be bound, gagged and punished like I deserve.

Take control and teach me a lesson for being such a naughty slut.

Put me in the place I deserve which is on my knees, crying out in pain.

Keep me there trembling, whimpering and begging for more.

Please sir, don’t bring your leather flogger again.

Just bring your thick leather belt and your hard throbbing cock.

I understand that I need to be abused and used like a fuck toy.

I’ll be your naughty little servant and please you in every way possible.

Don’t wait too much longer to come use me.

I’m already on the cusp of orgasm just thinking about getting dominated by that big daddy dick!

Your whore is face down, ass up and ready to be taken by you.

My pussy is dripping but I can’t even touch it because I’m all tied up.

Please Daddy, cum use your newest fuck toy!

I don’t know how much longer I can be tied up like this without a hard cock pummeling my holes.

A whore like me was born to be used by a dom like you!

Look at this sexy ass and pretty cunnie just waiting to be claimed.

Don’t you want to own them?

I’m all spread open, wet and ready for you.

I’m your owned slut, so my body and holes belong to you.

As your slave, I will serve and please you in any and every way you desire.

Cum ram this filthy whore pussy and teach me why a slut should respect her dom!

 Being your fuck toy, servant slut is my entire purpose and what I live for.

You’ll never meet another whore more willing to worship her master than I am.

Tell me how I can please and serve you.

 

Bondage whore Jessica is tied up and ready to be used!

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What good is a bondage whore if she’s not tied up and ready to be fucked?

My filthy cunt was already worn out and packed full of sticky cum shots by the time my son came home and tied me up.

I tried to avoid running into him.

When I got home, I went straight for the shower.

He sensed that I was up to something, followed up upstairs and cornered me in the bathroom.

Before I even had time to say anything he reached under my skirt and grabbed my cunt.

His fingers sunk into my gaped, worn out and cum filled pussy.

I could tell that he knew where I had been and what I had been doing.

The look on his face showed both excitement and disapproval.

I knew that I would be punished for giving up my cunt without his permission.

At the time, I was caught up in a moment, horny as fuck and couldn’t resist.

Now, I was face to face with my Master with no choice but to accept the consequences.

He ordered me to squat down and spread my legs.

Doing so allowed him to see just how gaped and ruined my cunt was.

A big gush of cum started rolling out of my destroyed pussy right in front of him.

My whole head turned when he slapped me across the face as hard as he could.

I was called every degrading thing you can think of.

He spent the entire afternoon, slapping me, spanking me and spitting in my face.

I was even forced to kneel with my mouth open so that I could be used as his toilet.

When it came time for him to leave, he dropped me off at a trap house down town.

I was stripped naked and tied up with my thighs spread apart to hold my pussy open.

Being tied up and left for the free use of any and everyone was the last step of my punishment and the most brutal.

Sub slut Jessica will tell you all about it when you call…

Submissive Sex Chat with Donatella Craving Controlled Desire

Submissive Sex ChatThe moment I hear his voice, my body melts before my mind even registers it. Submissive Sex Chat with him isn’t just words; it’s a current that pulls me under, leaving me shaking with anticipation. I feel my heartbeat spike as he reminds me to kneel, to focus, to listen, every instruction laced with control and promise. “Good girl,” he whispers, and it’s enough to make my knees wobble with longing.

I obey instantly, every movement precise because I want him to see that I crave his dominance. He guides me slowly, firmly touching my big titties, deliberately while slowly fingering my wet yummy pussy, telling me how to place my hands, how to arch my back, and how to respond. His voice is firm but teasing, each command dripping with desire, and I feel myself heating under the weight of his attention. “Touch yourself for me,” he orders, and I shiver at the permission, the command, the need to please him perfectly.

Soft whispers and sharp instructions mix together, creating a rhythm I can’t escape. I love the way he notices every shiver, every breath I take, every tiny twitch of need. His control makes me desperate, stretching my limits in ways I didn’t know I wanted. I moan softly, careful to match the pace he sets, to stay within the boundaries he draws. Every correction from him is electric, reminding me exactly who is in charge and why I crave it so deeply.

“Eyes on me,” he says, and I obey instantly, feeling the tug of power in my chest. My entire being narrows into focus on him alone. Each command, each teasing order, heightens my craving, makes me ache with anticipation, makes me tremble with submission. I feel exposed and cherished all at once, every nerve alert, every sense alive, tuned only to his voice, his pleasure, his approval.

By the time he finally lets me relax, my body is trembling, flushed, and humming with satisfaction. I crave more, even as I catch my breath, even as I feel the burn of obedience lingering through my muscles. He has guided me exactly where he wanted, controlling every pulse of desire, shaping every moment of pleasure. I am his, fully surrendered, completely addicted to the thrill of being molded by him. The intensity of his dominance leaves me dizzy and weak, and I would follow every command forever, if he only asked.

Getting tagged teamed at the ball game

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I love going to ball games. Watching all those hot men running the basketball court scoring points at every shot. Much like when your deep down in my pussy unloading you massive spunk. I was so excited, wearing my favorite jersey. Cute tight and short basketball shorts with my knee high socks. My long blond hair looking perfect, ready to take on anything if given the god damn chance.

I love me bad boys especially the one that throw balls. I know they can toss my tiny tootsie the same way. I love getting used, abused and violated for my cute tight cuntie and little body. I don’t like the good boys, I prefer the bad. As the game went on I moved closer to the locker room, following the smell of sweat, making my moist pussy extremely wet. I followed the bad boys, ready, doing anything I could to get rammed. And if their losing the game, what better way to take it out on me.

Bondage, tied down and abused. I’ll take the pain with the pleasure…

I snuck myself into that steamy locker room and waited for the perfect moment to pop out. Stalking all the juicy sweaty cock walking in and out. “Hey your not supposed to be here honey”, one naked hot player yells, standing tall with a meaty muscle mass over 13 inches dripping wet from the showers. I instantly wanted to wrap myself around that shaft until he grabbed me and tied me to the shower. “Your gonna have to pay for this nasty trespassing cunt”.

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Gangbang bitch, the more cock the tastier!

He rips my top of clamping his mouth to my tits as he rips my shorts off. Water running down me, drenching my whole body. Shoving his girthy fat dick deep inside me, more men cum pouring in. I lost count, all I could see were my insides getting torn out. Bloody cum drops filling me up. Dripping down my legs and down to the wet shower floor. I fucked the whole team. One by one as they played their game. Giving them a chance to unload before they run out and score some more points. I’ll fucking do anything and everything to be a slave for the trade. Gentle scares me more than danger.

I fucked the whole god damn team. Each player came and took their filthy rage out on me while I hang there so vulnerable yet turned the hell on. My tight muffy ripped apart, nuJerking and swirling as every damn hole was full. Busting nuts bringing in a big win for the team!

 

BDSM Phone Sex, Bruised Tits and Spanked Ass

BDSM Phone Sex BDSM Phone Sex Is what I Live for! Especially Since My RL Dom Moved to Florida. I am seeking a new Dom, and until I find one Phone BDSM is what will keep me in check. I Like Demanding Daddies that know what they want from a little slut like me. Made for your use and abuse. Violation and molestation. Spanks, Slaps and smacks. Use your hands or tools and devices. My Dom did give me quite the send off, let me tell you all about it.

Daddy was Leaving me, This was it.

First, he wanted me to give him the best blow job I could muster. I did this with pride, if there is one thing I am amazing at, it is definantly Sucking big cocks. I slurped him up and sucked deep. A Slow sensual suck job, letting him own my throat one last time. Holding myself face down on his lap, until I almost passed out.

He told me to present myself. Lying on my back I opened my body to him. It was going to be his body, one last time. Landing between my legs, he teased my meat curtains with his cock knob, spanking my clit hard to awaken her. Then he entered me, with a forceful plunge. That’s when slapping my tits began. His hands coming down hard as he demanded I tell him I was going to miss him, and no one would ever fuck me the way he did.

Slap!

Slap! My tits burned searing hot, slap after hard slap. My nipples tight and hard, buzzed with warm heat. His man hands came down hard slapping both my boobs at the same time. I watched as the went from bright red to purple speckles.

Then he flipped me over like a rag doll, and pounded the hell out of me with his raw, naked cock. Fucking me hard and Spanking my ass harder. I felt the slamming sting of each blow. I came so fucking hard on his Cock. He fired off inside me, sinking his cock deep. I felt him pulse inside as his cock finally gave into my wet pussy and filled me so good.

Bruised Tits and Welted ass Looks good On me, I sure am going to miss him.

 

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Bare bottom spankings beat me into the perfect submissive

Bare bottom spankings Bare bottom spankings craving is unbearable. My entire being yearns to be claimed, dominated, and owned.

Lucky for me, there are so many mean Daddies out there that love to put me in my place!

I went over to this guy’s house in the sluttiest schoolgirl outfit. He opened the door and immediately grabbed my hair and pulled me into his place.

 

He threw me to the ground, and I looked up, and there were all these hard dick black guys ready to go. He said, “Get to sucking whore” and I opened wide.

Those hard black dicks were fucking my throat so hard, and the whole time this guy was beating my little ass. First, he used a ruler, and when that broke, he took off his belt and really let go. He was crazy the way he was beating my ass with that belt.
He beat me so hard I could feel my skin splitting and the blood dripping down my thighs.

I am a good Bondage whore so you know I am loving every second of this. To get my throat dominated by nigga dick and my ass whipped bloody is heaven. He must have beaten my ass over a thousand times. By the time I was done, my ass went purple. A badge of honor in my line of work.

When he had had his fill of beating me, he rammed his cock into my asshole and fucked those black cocks deeper into my throat. He shot his load into my hole and then ordered all of those BBCs to fuck him cum deeper in me. Those black dudes did a number on my hole. They all jackhammered their cocks in me and added to the bruises on my butt. It was so nasty the way I was used, but it’s the only way I can cum!

 

 

 

 

Submissive Slut Donatella Pleasing Every Thick Cock She Sees

Submissive SlutI can feel my master’s gaze even before he enters the room, and my body responds before my mind can catch up. I sink to my knees, trembling, my hands resting lightly on my thighs, trying to steady the racing of my heart. I whisper to myself, barely audibly, “I’m a submissive slut,” and the words taste like fire on my tongue.

He smiles at me, slow and knowing, and the way he watches me makes me ache to please him. I lower my eyes, my lips parting slightly, desperate for any acknowledgment, any sign that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. My body is already betraying me… quivering, shivering, yearning to obey every subtle command he might give.

Tonight, it’s just him and me. I feel the weight of his attention on my shoulders, the heat of his presence pressing into my skin. My master kneels before me, and I obey immediately, opening my mouth and letting him see the depth of my submission. I savor the feeling of giving myself entirely, of letting him take control without question. Each tiny movement he permits, forcing his fat cock down my throat makes my pussy throb, driving me further into devotion.

I feel small, yet it’s liberating. Being this vulnerable, this exposed, makes every shiver, every gasp, every subtle whimper mean something. I’m his to guide, to tease, to train, and I love it. The anticipation builds with every second, and I can’t help but imagine how far he’ll test my obedience. I know I’ll follow every command, no hesitation, no resistance, because it’s what I want most… to be molded, used, and completely surrendered.

My master moves me, adjusts me, watches my reactions closely. I respond instantly, my body bending to his direction, my lips and hands performing their roles without a single thought beyond his pleasure. My mind is empty, and in that emptiness, I feel whole. I am nothing but an instrument of his will, and yet I’ve never felt more alive.

Hours could pass like this, and I wouldn’t notice. I live for the way he notices every tiny shiver, every whispered breath, every desperate attempt to show him how devoted I am. When he finally steps back, I feel the weight of satisfaction… mine from obedience, his from control. I’m flushed, trembling, spent in the best possible way. And even now, kneeling at his feet, I know that I would do it all again tomorrow, and the next day, and every day after that, always ready to obey, to serve, to please, waiting on my knees begging for his cum.

Bondage and Submission Donatella Craves Control Midnight Now

Bondage and SubmissionThe moment I see the ropes, my pulse quickens, and I can’t help but shiver. Everything about being wrapped tight, restrained, and completely at someone else’s mercy makes my skin come alive. This isn’t fear… it’s craving. I want the surrender, the helplessness, the delicious tension in every bind. Bondage and Submission isn’t just a game to me… it’s a need, a rush, a way to feel every inch of myself while giving control away.

I kneel, waiting, my wrists and ankles already aching from anticipation. The rope bites gently, holding me close, reminding me I belong here, that every tiny move must be guided by their hand. My body arches instinctively as the cord presses just right, holding me, shaping me, claiming me. I’m not shy about it… I love the tightness, the way it forces me to focus only on them, only on my obedience.

“Look at you,” a voice yells above me, sharp and commanding. “Every move perfect, every shiver earned.” I tilt my head, biting my lip, knowing I’ve done nothing yet and already they are in control. I follow instructions instantly, small movements guided by whispered commands, my mind sharpening on the edge of pleasure and discipline. Every shift, every motion is met with approval… or correction, and I crave both.

They circle me, hands never touching, just presence commanding. I imagine them adjusting ropes, tightening knots, or guiding my chest and hips to the perfect position. The anticipation makes me moan quietly, a soft sound I can’t help, and I feel the thrill of being watched so intently, controlled so completely. Each command pulls me further, and I obey willingly, eagerly, desperate to please.

I imagine the night stretching on… my body bound, every inch mapped, every gesture scrutinized and guided. My senses heighten, every touch imagined more intense, every whispered order more intoxicating. I am caught between wanting to move and needing to remain still, craving freedom while loving restraint.

And when they finally say, “Rest, now,” I let myself melt into the ropes, utterly spent, utterly satisfied, and utterly devoted. Every tug, every binding, every whispered order confirms it: my body, my mind, my pleasure… they are theirs.

 I crave being choked tightly to where I can barely breathe, with him deeply looking into my soul. I live for this, and at midnight, wrapped and bound, I surrender completely, letting the ropes guide every shiver, every move, every desire…