I was still hanging from the fucking bar that you had me from yesterday when you filled my whore cunt up to the fucking brim. I was crying when I heard you coming down the stairs and started to scream “help! Please help me!” You told me to shut my whore mouth before you make me shut up and I just started crying more. You told me you have breakfast for me and I was so hungry I would eat anything. You got me down and told me to crawl to you like the fucking worthless fucking whore I am. I got close to you and realized what my breakfast was going to be. I started crying when you pulled out your hard fucking cock and told me to drink your breakfast sperm. I shook my head and you got angry, slapping me in the face telling me this will be my only food for the rest of my pathetic fucking life. I couldn’t help myself because I was so fucking hungry and I took your cock in my whore mouth. Sucking like my fucking life depended on it like a hungry little slut. I drank up all of your hot tasty cum filling my mouth up and drinking every last fucking drop.
Category: Bondage and submission
Please Let me Go
You kidnapped me from a bar last night, you must’ve slipped a drug in my drink because all I remember is drinking a feeling like I needed to get some air. I looked around and I have no fucking clue where I am. I tried to scream for help but there was something in my mouth, I started to cry because there was nothing that I could do. You stepped out of the shadows laughing at me and told me that I was going to be here forever. You told me that you’ve been watching me and that my body is fucking yours. You pulled me up and started ripping all of my fucking clothes off one by one as I cry and beg for you to let me go. You finally got them all off and you tell me your fucking cock is getting so fucking hard listening to be cry and scream. You pull out your cock and know what is gong to happen. You were going to assault my fucking body. You stuck your long fingers in my tight fucking cunt stretching me out before you sucked on them telling me how fucking good my pussy taste. You gave me no warnings and just shoved your huge fucking cock into my tight fucking cunt. It hurts so fucking bad and eventually you cum deep inside of me filling my pussy up. You tell me that I am going to be here forever and that I am going to be your breeding whore.
I’m No Faker
Hardcore bondage is not so hard to endure and if any sub slut out there wants to tell you otherwise, she just isn’t doing it right. There’s a method to enduring all of the pain and torture a really malicious master has to dish out. No, you don’t find a happy place in your mind and drift off to some fantastical spot while you’re being restrained and brutalized. You have to be present, own the beating you’re given, take every bit of taunting and torment that gets thrown your way and use it to make yourself the perfect whore any big dicked dom could ever want.
I need to be confined and held down when I get fucked really hard, anyway, that part is a snap. Pain mixed with pleasure is an absolutely exhilarating sensation, so being lashed, clamped or shocked while I’m having my horny little holes stretched out is actually preferred. And no master who’s ever screamed and yelled right in my face and covered me with his frothy spit has ever said anything meaner and more humiliating to me than my own loved ones. They can call me anything they want and it won’t take me any lower than I’ve already been, time and time again.
Yeah, I’m a stupid worthless whore who gets subjugated by every man who ever plows his pole deep inside of her. I’m the dumb fucking cunt who’s takes load after slimy load of spunk anywhere a dominant dick wants to shoot it. I’m the trashy piece of shit who tries to make her mommy proud by gagging down more cocks in one week than most women wrap their lips around their entire lives.
I’m a hardcore sexdoll punching bag, I’m nothing but useless fuckmeat, I’m a flesh covered cum rag who needs to be ripped up and thrown away. That’s the mindset a real submissive slut has. Want to know how to tell the fakers from the genuine thing? Just slap them around a little bit first and see how they react.
Being a Bondage Whore is Painful
I love being a bondage whore. Bondage is much better in real life though than on the phone. That is because I struggle to tie my own knots or get my body contorted into certain positions. Master and I met at a bondage club in NYC in 2000. He loved tying me up. He said I had a body built for ropes. I am well-proportioned. I have big boobs and wide hips. Long arms and long legs. I am not double jointed though. I wish I was because then I could tie myself up or get out of the knots a man leaves me in. Over the weekend, I was playing bondage games with a man I met on Fet Life. He is married like my master to a woman who is no submissive whore. I am not sure why dominant men marry dominant women, but I am happy to be the side piece of beef that he experiments on. Tony brought all kinds of ropes. He practiced simple knots with my hands behind my back. He used a two-column tie in the beginning for a crab tie. Pretty basic. He wanted my arms behind my back in a box tie. That position always hurts my shoulders. With every rope position, he got more creative with his ties, and that meant more pain for me. A pretzel hogtie left me powerless on the floor. For that one, I was naked and exposed. All four of my limbs were pulled behind me with my wrists bound to my ankles in a position that could have left me paralyzed with one false move. I trusted this guy. He was into women like me who enjoy bondage and submission games. Once I was in a more dangerous and painful position, he left me for my son and his friends to find. They came home drunk and saw me naked and bound like a side of beef. They took advantage of the situation. They pissed on me and fucked me, and still left be bound and gagged until this morning. Now I have a dislocated shoulder and rope burns I will have to explain to my master.