When I was younger my mother and father used to make me pull down my panties and give me Bare bottom spankings. Sadly enough I began to savor them. I would do the most naughty things to get a spanking. Nothing quenches my sexual desire quite like a bare bottom beating. I can never keep a man because no matter how aggressive they are I’m always doing the most fucked up shit to get them to beat my ass. Some men have tried to own me but then they have to go to work and come home to find me with my bare ass in this face riding another cock. My ex tried to paddle me to the point where I wouldn’t have such naughty desires but then he went to work. I need a man with old money who can stay home and make my ass suffer. All the time. Because when he leaves me with those sore welts puffing and swelling on my ass, I touch them. And when I touch them, my cunt starts to quiver, and when my cunt starts to quiver, I need someone to hurt me good.
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Slave training whore is in need of a good trainer
I’m sitting at the bus stop waiting for my boyfriend to arrive, he’s thirty minutes late and I continue to wait like a good slut. You see me and think that I would be a good whore from some slave training. You approach me and begin to play with my hair and feel all over me while asking what I’m doing there all alone. I tell you I’m waiting for someone… “Oh sweetie, no one’s coming to get you. Do you really think he’s going to come pick up a whore after he has already gotten what he wanted from you?” You speak. You offer to take me home with since I’ve got nowhere to go while touching all over my responding breasts. I agree and go home with you. You tell me I’m your new slave and that from now on I’ll be your new bondage and submission whore. When we get to your home you make me bark like a dog and get on all fours while walking me around the house in a leash and collar. You tell me to spread my legs and show you everything I have to offer. I do. I spread my legs and rub my tight twat, going faster and faster. Oh! That feels so good. I feel myself on the edge as I start to look at my master in desperation. I beg you for permission to come. “Please master, please! I need it!” You cruelly laugh and tell me that good whores don’t beg to cum, they cum only when their master tells them too. You introduce me into cock worshiping, I suck and lick and deepthroat your huge cock. I’m your shiny brand new toy that will never say no to anything you have me do. I’m then forced to lick your ass whole. I give you a deep rim job and think about how humiliated and what a slut I am. I like being your tied up whore and I want more.
Bondage Chat: Just a few clicks away from your dreams.
When there are things to talk about bondage chat is at the top of the list for me. I absolutely love the world of BDSM and truly believe in the power of letting go and being tied up. Likewise, I can see the value of holding the power of submissive individuals. It is a power exchange, that allows both individuals to get deep into their sensual zones and climax like they never have before. The sensations I receive whenever I know that I can give every last bit of myself to Master and know he will push my boundaries to the very edge. The way that the rope ties around my body, my wrist behind my back, my breast tied big and tight, it is like I am presenting as the perfect present for Master, and that is just right.
Of course, he is free to use and abuse my tied-up body in any way he would like. I love the feeling of my soft white skin opening up from leather floggers being whipped across my back. My pussy drips with its wet juices whenever Master uses paddles to smack across my bare ass. I can feel welts rise on my skin with every thwap that I deserve from Master. Not to mention I love being his toilet. I will take whatever comes from Master’s body with pride. Should I be a good little bondage whore Master will reward me with his milky white. When Master fucks my swollen tied-up body my pussy reaches climax so intensely. Being able to put my orgasm in the hands of a strong alpha male makes them feel so rich.
Cum Slut Phone Sex With Quinlynn Will Make You Weak!
Hi, I’m Quinlynn, but you can simply call me Quin. I am all about bondage and submission and being the biggest cum slut phone sex girl around. I love making you cum, and I love when you make me cum. So, let me be your brand-new shiny toy that you can’t put down. Let me be your good little whore.
Tie me up and use me as you please, because I will do absolutely anything to cum and so will you! I know you love seeing me tied up and tortured a bit. Putting clips on my clit and pussy lips is all just a game to you, but it really makes me so hot. The pain is something else when you do it to me, its so much more than pain. In fact, its bliss.
So, go ahead and put that clip right on my puckered little nipples. I promise to moan and grunt in pleasure. After all, what gets me off the most is watching you get off. So, go ahead master, do as you please. I will be a good girl and obey your every wish. I will struggle if you want me to and cum when you command me to.
So, what are you waiting for master? My go ahead? Well you always have it so do whatever you want to your little sex slave and I promised to enjoy every moment and every minute with you. I love you, forever and always I will make you cum.
submissive whore wakes up to torture
My dates usually go pretty well. I never have to give up any one-night stands. When I matched with a guy who was originally from France, I was so excited. French men always seem so sensual.
He began to tell me a lot about himself and assured me he wouldn’t want any one-night stand. Marcel saw a future with me that was quite bright and heart racing. It was an odd way to state it, but not too long after that particular conversation, id realized what he meant.
When we began our date, we didn’t want it to end. We went to his place, and he quickly asked me to drink with him. I only had one glass of red wine. Merlot is my fave, so that I couldn’t say no. After a few sips, I was all forgetful and stumbling. All I could see were lights. He began to talk about bondage chat right before the lights. Marcel whispered into my ear; it’s only a nightmare your dreaming.
I woke up on all fours, drenched with blood and plastered with bruises.


















