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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…

Bum rushed from behind, my ass belongs to my master

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My body is master’s property. He owns every part of me and I live for his abuse and violation. What he says goes and I’m here for every moment of it. And if I don’t do as he says he punishes every part of me. Using tools or his cock it’s always long and painful. Every whimper and every cry just adds fuel to his sick fire.

My ass is usually where he starts. He loves me bend or on my stomach. Weak and unable to defend myself. He whips and fucks me deep down where the sun don’t shine. Always leaving me wet soiled especially when he punctures my anal canal.  I love getting bum rushed from behind by demented master, all his rage and anger taking me down. It’s my favorite position, getting bent like a slave slutty dog that’s been very naughty. That’s my motto. Big danger dick, shoved, slammed inside me before I can even breathe.

I’m your bondage whore, treat me dirty!

I get off on this shit, don’t get me wrong. I love getting left soiled, wet and clammy when master busts me down. I’m beaten and bruised, Cut all the way up then shoved in a closet for later, his usual punishment. Taken out when wants to get off, sick evil fuck cums out and ties me down. I stay hidden for later. Sneaky sexual attack, my bubble butt and tight misting cunt from being so hot. My dripping wet anus is his fucking stomping ground. He’s the leader and I’m just the fuck me follower.

His wish is my command, sticking shit up there. He finds whatever he can and uses it as a sexual weapon. It could be his fist, end of a hammer or anything outa his nasty fucking box of sharp dildos with jagged edges. I stay his slave. He loves humiliating me and making me feel like the pathetic dirty bitch I’m meant to be. Making me crawl on all fours begging for more while he spreads me thin. Slashing cutting up my insides for his own sick fecal cum fantasy. My anal canal muscles gripping his shaft tight not letting go. That’s what master loves and needs. So many abusive twists and turns, my sweet starfish squirting, constantly begging for mercy. 

Submissive slut Jessica is all yours!

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I’m Daddy’s submissive slut and his good girl. He deserves the best and most obedient whore ever because he’s such a good Daddy.

 I try to follow his rules and not touch my pussy without his permission. Sometimes I just get carried away.

Daddy turns me on so much!

 I can’t help but to touch my wet pussy and think of his hard cock.

That’s how I ended up tied up and gagged with my ass all red and blistered.

He caught me finger fucking my cunt again.

I thought that he was gone for the day. The video I was watching of a sub getting plowed by her Master was making me so wet.

Without even realizing what I was doing, my hand wandered into my panties. I found myself rubbing my pussy.

I started out softly circling my clit with two fingers. Before long, that became full on finger fucking myself and moaning loudly. My cunt gushed and pussy juice splashed all over my fingers.

Master came back to get something that he had forgotten when he heard me.

The bedroom door slammed open and he stood in the doorway with a stern look on his face.

I knew that I was in big trouble.

Sub slut Jessica took her place at Master’s feet and awaited her punishment.

Call me so we can talk about how Master punished his naughty submissive slave slut…

 

Submissive Slut Bernice is a Naughty Whore

submissive slutThis submissive slut was naughty this year. And Santa spanked me. But Santa did a lot more than just spank me too. My master summoned me to the BDSM club on Christmas Eve. I knew the club would be open. Holidays appear to be busy days for bars and clubs. He wanted me dressed as a sexy Mrs. Claus. And I do own such an outfit.

When I arrived at the club, Master looked like Santa Claus. And although the club appeared open, the crowd seemed small. He held a private Christmas party. And I would be servicing all these men at the private party. Master started things off. I sat on Santa’s lap. He groped my tits before flipping me over on his lap for some bare bottom spankings which he claimed, I deserved for being a naughty whore.

He then invited all the men in the club, which I counted 32, to do what they wanted to me. And I felt like it might be Christmas hell for me. All the men in the club wanted to spank my bare ass. And I think they all got a few whacks in making my ass bright red. However, if I only endured spanking, I would’ve been OK with it. But their hands turned into belts. And that turned into a gang bang. A Christmas gangbang.

This Subby Slave Has Been a Naughty Girlbare bottom spankings

Master rarely lets other men fuck me. Although he will let men spank me, flog me and tie me up, he usually keeps my fuck holes to himself. But not Christmas Eve. All my fuck holes were up for grabs to the 32 random club members. All younger men with big cocks and no dedicated slaves.

Perhaps, I deserved this rough treatment. Occasionally, I hook up with somebody that master does not know about. These men started gagging me with their cocks. Although I consider myself good at cock worshiping, these guys turned greedy. And they tried to monopolize my mouth, forcing more than a few cocks in my mouth simultaneously. And I ended up puking. One of the guys grabbed my head and pushed my face in the puke, like a dog that pissed the carpet. He forced me to lick it up.

But I survived. Master tried to tell me this was less punishment for his slave and more a reward for his disciples. Try telling that to my ass. I can’t even sit straight. But I do try to be a good whore. And for the New Year, I promised master I would be an even better whore for him and you.

Jacqueline Bends Over For Bare Bottom Spankings

Thinking about those bare bottom spankings, yes please! bare bottom spankings Oh, You know I love it when my master spanks my bare bottom! I’ll bend over eagerly, presenting my round cheeks to him. He can use his hand or a paddle if he wants to make me squeal louder. The sting of his palm against my flesh will only make me wetter for him. And when he starts alternating between cheeks, it feels like heaven and hell all at once. By the end of it, both of us will be breathless but satisfied as ever before.

As I bend over, my master’s gaze lingers on the plump curves of my ass. He runs his hand gently along the crack between my cheeks, teasing me with anticipation. When he finally makes contact with one rosy cheek, it stings but also feels so good at the same time. The sound of his palm meeting flesh echoes through the room as he delivers a hard smack that causes me to yelp out in surprise and pleasure mixed together.

He continues spanking me in quick succession, alternating between both cheeks until they are both bright red and throbbing with heat. With each strike, I feel myself growing wetter for him – a testament to how much this kind of punishment arouses me deep down inside. My pussy is dripping wet by now as well; I can feel it pooling between my legs every time I move even slightly awkwardly due to being bent over like this for so long…

Despite how much it hurts (or maybe because of it), all I can think about is pleasing him more – taking his cock deeper into my stretched-out cunt or sucking on his thick shaft until he cums all over my face… But right now isn’t about that; right now is about submitting completely to his will and enjoying every moment of pain mixed with pleasure coursing through our bodies intertwined together like this.

Make me your Bondage Whore Daddy!

 

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Being your Bondage Whore isn’t me playing dress-up or trying to shock you. Face the fact that that’s just how I like to be fucked. 

Tied down, beaten, gagged, that’s the only way I can really cum hard. 

 Make me your sex whore slave you can use and abuse all night, every night. 

Force me to do the wildest shit you have ever wanted to do. Prove to me that I am your favorite fuck slut and this pussy is only yours. 

Shove your cock down my throat until I’m gasping for air and begging you to stop but just because you see tears, it does not mean you stop.

This is exactly what I want from you, to be fucked hard and creampied by Daddy!

 

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Submissive slave on all fours begging to get splayed

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I’m hooked on cock, I never stop thinking about it. I’m the typical daddy issues whore who needs to be brutally abused. It all started when daddy would sell me off for cash. Extra food on the table meant I had to get rammed, pounded and groped to make everyone happy. After some years of being that barely legal bitch getting used up by her own daddy I began to love it. Could you be my daddy and sell me off? What’s a good price boo? Would you wanna watch?

My daddy was a busy fuck. He put money and work before me and my sister. Forced to fend for myself as a little tiny tot youngers that meant throating meat or sitting on daddy’s friends laps playing after school bouncy games. Baby, I’m always looking for validation, in the wrong ways. Big daddy and friends opened me up wide, spreading my wings after years of stretching my gaping creampie cunt, I was ready to find some bad boys.

Bondage and submission is what keeps me alive

The moment I met you I knew you had a really bad side. Not much conversation with you, just you staring at my tits and ass. I love men like you, dangerous and mysterious, you never know what’s to come. You followed me from work to home and I’m all for it. As soon as you kicked in my door I was already down on my couch with my legs spread wide, pulling on my panties through my ass and soiled dripping snatch.

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Not a word peeped out of your mouth. You threw me over, smashing my coffee table and put me on my back.  I asked “what’s your name baby?” and you told me to “shut the fuck up”. I could hear your pants unzip as you had your foot on my back.

You cuffed me, spread my legs nice and wide, lifted my hips and shoved your massive meat pack up my wazoo. This pain and pleasure sure go good together darling. After you ripped my asshole walls by rapidly mounting me you pulled that large girth and shoved in in my mouth, forcing me to drink my fecal cum down my throat. Gasping for air I can tell how angry you are while you spank my ass raw, pulling my head and hair back as you finish me off. My hot tootsie doesn’t squirt unless I’m not treated like a pathetic worthless fuck bitch.

 

Bare bottom spankings leaving my ass all red for holidays

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Bare bottom spankings with handprints and marks all over. That is my favorite. I love begging to get spanked so hard I can’t even sit the next day. Especially when it’s all bruised up by the master’s and his big, strong men’s hands.

He takes my little neck and squeezes it in his hands, knowing I choke so fast in his grip. Begging him, maste, please, but being yanked right to a big hard dick tthat’sready for my fuck holes. Master loves tossing me around with his big dick friends. And I’ll do anything I can to drain every last drop of cum from their throbbing, hard fucking dicks.

It’s so sexy when I am tied up all the way. Unable to run, squirm, or move. My slutty cum bucket body has to stay where it is and take loads of sticky jizz juice. As deep as it can go! I want it to feel it coating the insides of my sloppy, stretched womb. With all the big strong men surrounding me and forcing me to take more than one cock in each hole.

Before I knew it, every hole had been stretched more than I’ve ever seen it. A new personal record! Stretched enough I can hold my holes open for you to cum in.