Category: Bondage and submission

I am Your Submissive Slut

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I am a submissive slut. Vanilla calls do nothing for me. I was not always this way. I used to think I was a princess. I was popular in high school. I was even a cheerleader and prom queen. I got into BDSM as a joke. I went to a fetish club because I had a crush on an older man. I was 19 and never thought things out. In order to be with him, I had to let him tie me up. He called me all sorts of names. He shamed me for thinking I was special. He knocked me off my high horse. No one had ever talked to me like that before. No one spanked me or tied me up. He owned me from that day on. I needed lots of slave training because I struggled with thinking I deserved to be treated like a whore. I struggled with pain too. He was my master for years. I lived with him. I slept in a dog cage. I had a collar and ate out of bowls on the floor. I miss him. I got too old for him and too obedient. He likes breaking in new bitches, but that loses its thrill after the bitch no long fights. Maybe you will not grow tired of me?

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My Master always have a demeaning plan for me when we had our “date” weekend. This past weekend was no different. He decided I would be treated like the trophy side of meat I am. Not as I expected to be treated. Not at all. I was use to being showered with gifts and lots of great words about me. I was used to being adored and worshiped. That was all before I met Master and was hypnotized into consenting to be his property. To be his sex slave and allowed to be used however he wished on one weekend every three months. That was last weekend. I was forced to ride bitch on a motorcycle without panties on and a short slut shop skirt. I wasn’t even allowed to wear a bra. I had to wear a cheap whore leather halter and was road around town feeling like a skank trash slut. I didn’t know what was going to be expected until we road up to a Roadhouse in the middle of nowhere. This Master led me in by a collar and chain. I was applauded and cat called at before I was left for the greasy biker vultures to get their hands on me and fat pricks in me. I was fucked raw that night.

My Bondage and Submission Roots

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is what I was put on this earth to do. Men cannot just tie up any whore. Well, they can, but not all women are willing bondage slaves. There are no consequences tying me up because I am a willing whore. I was not always, however. It is weird how the things you hated when you were young you grow up to love. I was just a little girl when my mother left me. She met a new man, and I was expendable. She knew what a mean man my father was, and she left me with him. Left me to fend for myself and she never looked back. Never came looking for me, not even when I was an adult. When I was just a peanut, daddy tied me to chairs so he could skull fuck me. Maybe he would tie me to my princess bed posters so I would not fight while he forced his cock inside my tiny pussy. When I entered my teen years, daddy upped his game. He became fearful I would runaway and leave him like my mother. He pulled me from school saying I was sick and needed to be home schooled, but he never hired anyone to home school me. He turned me into his sex slave and laid the seeds for me to become a bondage whore as an adult. He caught me once trying to escape through my bedroom window. He thought I was running away, but I just wanted out of the house. At that point it had been months since I went outside. I spent the next 4 years tied up or shackled. Daddy would whip me tied up. He would fuck me tied up. He would sodomize me with his empty beer bottles tied up. And he would let his friends fuck me tied up too. I would be left tied up for hours a day, only released to pee twice a day. I lucked out one day and got loose. I ran away, vowing never to be tied up again. We know how that turned out for me though.

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Master loves his little submissive whore. I adore my Master and how he loves to give me a filthy ass fucking. I get dressed in little girl panties and an innocent sweet tank t-shirt and await my orders. I am always on my knees for Master. Don’t all Master’s like their whores on their knees? I am a good subby slut that loves a good ass fucking. It’s the best time for me to have that daddy dick slide under my little girl panties as I play the good daughter for daddy. Good girls take their daddy’s dicks. I am a good girl and sometimes require the bondage and submission sessions with daddy to keep me in line. All girls should submit to their daddies, brothers, uncles, grandpas and cousins. It’s only proper to get the discipline at the cocks of the men in their family. I am a good girl and always willing to do whatever daddy requires of me. Most of my Master’s require that I call them daddy. That is very appropriate for me since I am a submissive incest whore. I only hope I get the chance to be your slave. I promise to be a good ass licker, cock sucker and anal sex whore.

Door To Door Submissive Whore

I’ve opened my very own door to door submissive whore service, and that’s why I’m the best little slut that’s ever existed. I spend my days serving Masters and men all over the city. From sun up to sun down, I’m sucking cocks and taking loads. I’m the perfect little anal bitch, the most wonderful toilet slave. I’ll open my lips and drink your piss, or cover myself in your nasty shit. I live to please beyond all other things. Any fucked up fetish you have, I’ll explore with you. May I worship your feet, Master? May I lick at your soles, and suck on your toes? Would you prefer you stretch out my asshole, and shove any object of your choosing into my tight little shit box? I’ll beg you for it, any sadistic pain you’d care to inflict upon me. I’m your whipping post, your punching bag. I go home every night, satisfied that I’ve lived as the submissive slut that I am. I’ve served, and sucked, and fucked. My body is covered in bruises and lacerations when I bathe every evening, and that only makes my cunt drip more than Niagara Falls. If you need to let off some steam, I’m the submissive cunt for you. I’m ready, and willing. I’ll be your little slave girl, just open the door.

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Home Invasion Masturbation

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He stood in the doorway to my bedroom. I wasn’t sure how he had gotten into my house, but his cock was out and he was furiously stroking it. I sat motionless on the bed, my vibrator still half inserted into my dripping cunt. “I’ve been watching you, through the window.” He growled, approaching the bed and climbing in. He never touched me, but perched precariously on the edge masturbating. “Keep going.” He commanded, and I did.
I slipped that buzzing joy toy in and out of my slippery pussy, rubbing and flicking my sweet little clit. My eyes never left his. We stared at each other, mutually masturbating. He had a mask on, but I knew those icy blue eyes seemed so familiar. His cock was huge, and thick, and he was working that monster like an expert snake charmer. He was dripping pre cum, being sure not to get any of it on my sheets.
I was getting close to cumming, and I could tell it was going to be a big one. I was going to squirt during a home invasion while the intruder stared me in the eyes, jacking off his cock! It hit me, and I squirted all over. Convulsing, my eyes closed just for a moment. When I opened them, exhausted and soaked in my own cum, he was gone. There was no trace of him, except for an open window and a draft.

Bondage me up

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We went out to the club last night and were treated to some sexy bondage. The women wandering around were all in various stages of being tied up or cuffed. We were served our drinks by a woman with her breasts bound. Saw a few others with hands bound either in front or behind. Some even had a leg bound up and they were hopping around. Just before midnight a spotlight came on above the dance floor and a hook lowered from the ceiling. A couple stepped into the light and I could see that the woman was the one who had served our drinks. Her master was there with her and he was deftly tying the rest of her up. He then attached her ropes to the hook and it rose so that she was just off the floor. As she swung slightly above ground he began to use her like a punching bag. He hit her in the face, stomach, breasts and thighs. He then grabbed a flogger and started hitting the rest of her with that. Her back was turning black and blue and one of her eyes had swollen shut but every time she was hit she would yelp and moan a bit. At the end of the show another spotlight came on and it was centered on her pussy so that we could all see how turned on she was. It was dripping and glistening in the light. Master whispered in my ear that it was time to go and when we got home he fucked me harder than ever before. I can’t wait to go back!

He Bound My Hands

submissive whoreWe had the house to ourselves for a few days and I knew it was play time. He told me to shower shave and dress in what he left in the bag. I was so excited as I prepared. Would it be just me and him? Would it be him and his friends? Or would it be him and his sons? It really didn’t matter to me because as long as I felt pain and humiliation and my body was used for pleasure, I would love it. I dressed as instructed, walked down the stairs to the basement. In the middle he had set up the long stick he uses to bind my hands over my head. I saw whips, dildos, nipple clamps, butt plugs…… My pussy was soaking as he bound my hands and attached my legs to the spreader. He slapped my face, called me a bitch and laughed. Then he fastened a blind fold on my eyes, attached some nipple clamps and stuck a vibrator against my clit and left. As the clamps became heavy and my nipples bled and my clit became sore from the continual orgasm, I heard people come into the room. They laughed and I could hear zippers and pants falling to the ground. Then I felt their hands………….

Bondage Phone Sex for Life

bondage phone sexI got into this sort of work because I love bondage phone sex. Men have been tying me up since I was a schoolgirl. When I was a young girl, I hated it. I was scared. My father would tie me up all day while he was at work because he feared I would run away. Eventually, I did. But I ran right into the arms of a man who liked BDSM games too. I met my master at a bondage club in NYC that my husband took me too. My master was in his 40s then. I was 19, I think. I loved being tied up by men I knew would not harm me or leave me to die. My current master was not fond of the way my husband treated me because as he said it, my husband was not a true dome. He was just a misogynistic asshole. A couple years later, I would cross paths with my master again in an underground NYC club. The second encounter changed my world. I am still a bondage whore, but now I live in California and I have a job and a salary. I am owned and I am taken care of well. I still get tied up and left in precarious situations, however. Master misses tying me up as his bondage secretary. Coronavirus has halted our fun, but he hired a guy to break into my place last night and tie me up. It was filmed too. I had no clue this was staged, and that I was not going to die. My reactions were real. My fear was real too. The hired hand dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming and bond me in the living room. I assumed for his rape phone sex fantasies, but after being left for 6 hours chained up, my master’s voice came across the answering machine telling me I was just punished for being a dirty slut. I loved every minute of every. Every 10 hours of it that I was bound up for master’s amusement made me wet.

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I always adored the vintage ideologies; being a domesticated house whore is something so appealing to me the very thought of living that life makes my masochistic cunt soaked. I want to fully serve a Master, my Master. I want to care for his carnal needs, and his house work. When he finishes his work for the day, I want to greet him with a hot meal, and a whore worthy blow job.
He’ll be cumming in my mouth before he even wants to come into the house, If his day has been particularly stressful, I’ll let him face fuck me until I choke and gag all over him. He can take out his frustrations on me. I love alligator clamps and the St. Andrews Cross alike; punish me, Master. Make me pay for the sins of all those fools around you.
I’ll sleep at the edge of the bed, like the bitch that I am. I’ll wake you up every morning by riding you cock, making you cum a steamy cream pie into my hot, tight little pussy. Do you want to know how I came up with this delicious fantasy? I was flipping through an old Sears magazine. Nothing is more vintage than department stores, and it just got my cunt dripping.

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