Being a bondage whore opens up many doors of opportunity. Most people when they think of a female submissive they automatically associate them with a male dominant. No one can see just how amazing a female in all leather and high heel boots can really make your cunt drip. Worshiping a female while she is breaking your cunt in half, really turns me on. It seems kind of silly to me really close off the most satisfying part of being a woman, and being beaten by a woman. I love pain and humiliation, and my pussy craves shock. The one thing that is very overlook is how much more harsher a female dominant can be. Most male sissy slave were built physically to withstand a large amount of pain. Where a woman can withstand a large amount of emotional pain. So when I am handed over too many of the female dominants that associate themselves with the men I submit to, I know that I am going to he brought so close to the edge of complete pain and then my body will let the pleasure finally take over. The most intense and maddening orgasm come from female mistresses as they force themselves into all of my holes with many objects. Strap-ons, dildos, anal beads, and anything else that will cause me discomfort and amuse them. And during all of this I will be forced to worship their bodies as a monk would worship in a temple. And I will worship their feet, their pussies, their asses, their tits, and thank them for the precious pain they allow me to feel. It is a good thing that I get to go back to my male dominant, I do believe it would be a female that would break me. I probably would enjoy it though!
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BDSM Phone Sex: Who Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Stronger
A BDSM phone sex slut never knows what kind of trouble she may get into. I love to have my limits pushed. Extreme pain, extreme bondage, even torture. I never say no to a master and I never use safe words, even if given that option. There was on time, however, I wish I had used my safe word. I was much younger, several pounds leaner and not quite as good with pain as I am now. A master wanted to experiment with extreme bondage restraints. He literally had me hanging by the rafters of the ceiling.
First, he tied me with such thick rope that it left marks on my body. Cut off my circulation so my skin started turning purple. Second, he had my limbs folded like some collapsible piece of furniture. I was not double jointed, yet he forced my arms and legs into unnatural positions for extreme restraint, for his amusement. I broke a couple bones because I was forced to remain tied up and hanging from the ceiling for 24 hrs. The weight of my own body pulled on the restraints in such a way that the rope left gashes in my flesh in certain areas. I still have scars from that day.
After hanging from the ceiling in the worst pain of my life for 24 hours, Master decided to lower me to about 4 feet above the ground so he could fuck me. I smelled like urine because I had no bathroom access. I pissed myself more than once. Master sodomized my ass for hours. He even fisted both my cunt and ass. I didn’t even have enough energy to whimper from the pain and humiliation. Every part of my body hurt. I was broken and battered, bloodied and covered in piss and cum. When he cut me down, I hit the concrete floor with such force, I broke my nose too.
He just laughed. Called me his submissive whore, pissed on my face and left me there. It took me almost another day to crawl to my car to get home. How I got home is still a mystery to me. But, what I do remember is that I am such a good subby bitch, you can literally break me and I will not complain. A good subby slut always does as she is told. Always takes her punishment, no matter how severe. Who doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.
Just Like the First Time
Its the first time I have seen your face since you kidnapped me that night. My original clothes are back on me, even though I know you have already played out rape phone sex fantasies with me several times when I was blindfolded. Is it because you made me cum that you trust me enough to see you now? I let you see that dark part of me that liked being taken against my will? Or do you have darker more evil plans for me so it just doesn’t matter if I see you or not?
The thought sends chills through me as you grab my tit hard. This is exactly how it went the first time you took my body, except I was blindfolded. I was in the same position, same clothes, and I could even taste and feel that I had lipstick and makeup on. You had dressed me back up to take me all over again. But this time you wanted me to be able to see it. I watched in silence as your hands groped every part of my body. My nipples got pinched and you ran your fingers between my legs and up inside me.
I couldn’t help but be turned on. All the fear from that first night, feeling totally blind, came rushing back and my heart was pounding. I knew everything you were going to do before you did it. I knew what your cock would look like before I even saw it. I had felt it before. In my mouth and in my cunt and ass. Then there it was, ready to fuck my holes again. You recreated our first time, and while still terrified, at least this time I could see…