While at the bondage party last week Master found a mechanic that he really enjoyed. So of course that gave him the ambition to build me another fuck machine. Master is very creative and good with his hands when it comes to building these contraptions. He put his own personal twist on this specific model which folded me in half allowing my ass and pussy hole to be exposed at once. He always loves to surprise me with his builds and blindfolds me until I am all strapped in and ready to be fucked. He strapped my wrists down to the machine then pulled my legs back up over my body. From there he fastened my ankles in place which made my fuck hole vulnerable to that massive dildo on the end of the arm that was ready to fuck me for as long as Master seen fit. He must have really enjoyed this specific style because I was left here to be fuck for what had to be at least 2 hours. I quivered and came all over this fuck rod several times of the course of being tied down. Once I was released my pussy was numb and tingling. Master knows how to do right by his whore.
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Bondage Whore Breast Torture
I’m such a bondage whore; sometimes I try to get into trouble so master will tie me up at work. I was purposefully late the other morning just so he would tie me to my chair. I was hoping for breast bondage. It is my favorite. I love it when a man wraps them up so tightly that look like torpedoes and start to change colors. I guess master is on to my games. He did tie me to my office chair for being late, however, he did not bind them like I hoped. Instead, I got nipple and breast torture. That I do not like. I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter and he was pissed that I put in for maternity leave. He beat, cut and drained my breasts of their milk. I was never able to breast feed her because he mutilated my nipples. My more recent torture was reminiscent of that time. He smacked my tits together. He used them like Muhammad Ali uses punching bags when training for a fight. I was crying from the pain. My fun bags are fake, so the more he punched me, the more the risk increased that he would bust a saline bag. He stabbed my nipples with a letter opener. He even stapled my nipples, piercing them to my areolas. I was bleeding. Battered and bruised, but master was just getting started. He is part of an old boys club. They smoke stogies and drink gin. He lit a big fat stogie until the embers were bright orange then burned my already bloody nipple. He put the smoke out with his gin. The pain was awful. So bad I pissed myself. Alcohol burns an open wound. The sting of the gin was almost as bad as the cigar burn. I was forced to work the rest of the day with bleeding and swollen breasts. Blood leaked through my bra onto my pink blouse. It just made master hard remembering how good he punished his worthless submissive whore.
Pussy Under Pressure
For the better part of our playtime Master has an erotic and impassioned touch to our bondage sessions. But this last bit of fun we dabbled in was intense torture to my poor little pussy. That is not to say I didn’t enjoy it. Just saying it was a different type of pleasure that I was not quite used to. In fact I fucking loved it. The balance of pleasure and pain brought me to an eruptive orgasm. He started by restraining me, naturally. Bounding my wrists together above my head to the bed posts following that my legs were ripped back and fastened to my wrists. Popping my pussy out front and center for him to perform his version of bondage, torture surgery. Smashing my pussy lips between lucite pressure vessels. Exposing my cunt hole for him to jostle around many different sizes of fuck beads in my pussy. Stretching me out in a slow and steady pace. Every now and then he would bite down on my clit which eventually became the cause of my squirting all over his face.