The fire in his eyes as made my pussy wet as he tied me up to the bed. I could feel his anger and the heat coming from his fingers as he rubbed my body all over. Teasing my nipples cupping my titties. He kissed my neck as he worked his fingers between my thighs. I was so confused and ready for his punishment at any time. Light bondage is not his forte. Normally has made me cum 5 times by now forcing the vibrator to rub my clit. He loved forcing me to cum all the time, so when he is gentle is scares me. I am used to letting go and not thinking about anything. My mind won’t stop and neither will he. His fingers working on my clit as he sucks my neck is building me up. I am getting closer and closer to cumming and just as I am about to cum he pulls his fingers out of me and slaps my pussy so hard. There he is. Play time is over.
Category: Bondage and submission
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.
Hanging Submissive Whore
Master loves to suspend me in the air making me his submissive little bat whore. Bounding me tightly making all the blood rush to my head as he flips me upside down. Placing my fuck hole at just the right height. Nothing screams convenience like my wet pussy being placed in a manner where it swings freely allowing itself to be stabbed with his prick as I sway to and fro. Every inch of my body becomes numb and starts to tingle which in return allows for every touch he places upon me to become extremely sensitive heightening the pleasures he grants to me. At this point a simple lash across my nipple with his tongue would send me into a spiral of orgasms. Once he flips me back over he always places me on all fours. Out of respect a good submissive slut will always let her Master finish his load off by offering him her tightest fuck hole. Everyone of our sessions ends with a good ass ramming.
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.
Submissive Phone Sex with Breanne
Master had spoiled me letting me get a taste of control the last couple of times we played. But I quickly learned that was short lived. No way in hell he was going to let me get used to that. But I have to say it was fun while it lasted. Tonight he stripped me of my freedom completely yet again. Placing me on my stomach and bounding me with some new thick rope he bought. I guess he wanted to make a statement or making sure that I knew I was meant to be his submissive slut. And he was going to make sure I stayed that way. He bound me up tighter than he ever has before. The rope was beginning to burn my skin as I wiggled around. Trying to get as comfortable as possible. I guess I was being to vocal for his liking this time around so he shoved a gag in my mouth. I heard him moving one of the fuck machines around. He positioned it just right, lined up to fuck my cunt. I knew if I was to resistant I would get it in my ass too. So I held still as he fucked my pussy with this metal fuck rod on this highest setting.