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Pleasing my new Master

Light bondage

My new Master Jonathan had a very special treat in store for me.  On our second appointment, He brought several of his friends to play with me.  They bound me with rope around my calves and my hands were tied behind my back.  I love light bondage and fucking strangers, especially when it pleases my new master.  The four of them picked me up and carried me to the bed, cut my clothing off and began to fuck me.  I took them in my cunt, my asshole and my mouth as Jonathan directed them.  The three of them fucked me hard, spanking me on my pussy and my tits as they fucked me.  They all came inside and over my body, spilling their juice on my tits, inside my cunt and in my mouth.  When they finished with me and I was all used up, Jonathan had them sit down while he fucked all my holes that were full of the other’s cum.  Jonathan called me a dirty cum slut while he used me.  I love pleasing my new master.

My first Master

Female Bondage

I have a good friend who first got me into BDSM.  He is my boss at work.  He had a bet with me that if I did not close a deal I would be his sex slave for the weekend.  He was married and so was I and I really did not care.  The deal did not close.  We stayed in a hotel room for the entire weekend.  I became his sex slave.  He was my first master.  I have always enjoyed the feeling of domination.  It lets all the stresses of my busy demanding life melt away.  He did things to me that weekend I had never done in my hum drum marriage.  He anal fucked me for the first time in my life while I was tied to the bed post.  He fucked my ass over and over.  He fucked my pussy and then my mouth coming in both.  He whipped me and spanked me as he fucked me and it was sweet heaven.  I would love for you to dominate me too.

Bondage and Submission with Casey

Bondage and Submission

I come to your house at midnight at your request.  I have nothing on but a raincoat and underneath a garter belt, thigh high fish net stockings, 6-inch spiked heels and a fishnet mini dress.  You tell me to enter, you have many things in store for me tonight.  You take me into our special play room and tell me to undress.  You tie each wrist to a manacle in the ceiling set about two feet above my head that allows you to rotate my body. You bring out your studded rubber paddle, turn me so that my ass is facing you and begin spanking my ass five times hard.  You ask me how it feels, and I reply, “It feels wonderful if it pleases you Master.”  You say it does please me.  You bring out the rubber bands and place one over my left breast and release it.  It snaps into place.  You take another and put it on my right breast.  You repeat this again with a much tighter, thicker rubber band around the base of my tit.  My tits are compressed like a balloon being squeezed, standing at attention.  Next you place a sex machine you have devised between my legs, forcing me to open my legs wide.  You place the head of the dildo at the entrance to my cunt and turn the machine on.  It fucks me robotically with force, speed and pressure, bringing me to almost immediate orgasm.  I am moaning in pain and pleasure as you manipulate my body.  You ask again how it feels, and I reply, “It feels wonderful if it pleases you Master.”  You smile.

Paying The Bills

BDSM chatTo day I got to pay the bills for Master. He wanted to remodel his dungeon. And it is beautiful completely upgrade. The price my body to do anything as he wished for twenty-four hours. I enjoyed every moment. Knowing the dungeon is mainly for me. I wanted to pay the price back and then some. He kept me on the sex bench. Tied by my wrist he just kept coming back when he wanted to nut again. I got a few whippings with the belt. In between getting his cock shoved in one of my holes. When he would fuck me right after whipping me. His flesh would burn my wounds. Making me squirt even harder. He did not feed me or take me down from the bench the entire time. Doing this for Master made everything worth wild.

Shit Eater

scat phone sex

Make me eat your shit sandwich. Release your bowels into your pants and make me lick them clean. Don’t
forget to force my face in between your ass cheeks and clean your asshole like a good little submissive
whore. I’ll need something to drink, so turn around and piss into my mouth until my belly is full of your
urine and scatty goodness. Now make me force my own fingers down my throat and vomit it all up into a dog bowl.
Force me to puke until my eyes are blood shot from all the heaves. Once that bowl is completely filled, put it into
the cage you keep me in when you aren’t using me for pleasure. That’s my breakfast, lunch and dinner- right?
I better lick that god damn bowl clean before you come to check on me too. I know my place here. I know I am your
little subby bimbo slut who doesn’t have a single say in what you do to me. You bought me pretrained and now you only
have to make sure I don’t even consider challenging your directive. I’ve been a good girl but not good enough for your
preferences. What should happen to a bad little whore like me?

My Parents Sold Me

Bondage Chat

Daddy & Mommy were tired of feeding me so they allowed you to buy me from them. I knew I was in big trouble
when I walked in the door and you already had all your bondage accessories out. You immediately put a collar around
my neck and added the leash. You walked your new pet around it’s new home. Pointing out where my food and water bowls
were. Where my cage I would sleep in each night was. Showing me the large tupperware containers where I am to now
relieve myself. You want to save every drop of my urine and solid waste for scat play in the future.
You lay down your list of rules as my new master which seem simple, basically just whatever you say goes and no
objecting. You then decide to break me in by tying me to the bondage cross in your bedroom and fucking all of my holes
while only a camera watches. You tell me I’m going to be a movie star now. I guess that means you’re going to make even
more money off of me than mommy and daddy even ever did.

 

 

 

Special Slave Training For 2

BDSM phone sex Master said that margo and i needed special Slave training from The Masked Man. margo is a sister slave to me. We were blindfolded and put into a back of a van. Our wrists tied tight behind us. We were not permitted to talk to each other in what seemed like a three hour drive. When the van stopped we could hear two Men talking. “He is gonna enjoy these two Submissive slut.” One said to the other. They picked us up and carried us into a room. Flopped us down on a bed. Taking off our blindfolds. And standing before us was The Masked Man. No slave knows his true name or even what he looks like. He is a sadistic son of a bitch. And when you are sent to him, that means Master got something good in return. Anything from a new tight cunny to own. To free services somewhere. And the list goes on. We were told we were the Masked Man’s property for the next two days. Which means we will be tortured. Not allowed to eat, except for what comes out of him. Beaten, broken down, and used like the slave whores we are. margo and i will enjoy the next two days. Being beaten and tortured cause of punishment is not the same as being beaten and tortured for a Man’s pleasure. That excitement he poses in his beatings is what gets my cunt drenching wet. For two days he fucked the shit out of every hole. We drank his piss from dog bowls, Ate his shit and cum for dinner breakfast and lunch. Took five beatings a day for his pure pleasure. He gaped our holes keeping them spread wide open with glass jars. We cried, we screamed, we orgasm over and over. In just the delight of his pleasure.

Crime and Punishment

Bondage whore

Sometimes I can be an insolent bondage whore. Then again I don’t know anyone who doesn’t get a crabby bug up their ass once in a while. I know some of the most submissive women and men you could ever meet, and every so often I hear stories of the punishment that came with a crabby attitude. Last week, I got myself a little taste.
*Masturbation* isn’t all that big of a deal for most, but for a submissive with rules that you are not allowed to without permission, makes it a big deal. My Master knows that most types of punishment actually turn me on, but he does know what I don’t like. As simplistic as it is, I do not like being cold. I grew up in a very cold part of the country, and I live in continuously warm weather for that reason.
Master had been gone for a few weeks and I was lonely and horny, so I invited my bestie over for dinner and watch a flick. We ended up having a few too many glasses of wine and we ended up licking each other’s pussy until we both had a few orgasms. It was a night that I really needed with a companion and cumming. Master came home about 12 days later and when I picked him up at the airport he didn’t say much on the way back. I parked the car and all he said was for me to go to the basement and wait.
I made a straight line to the basement and he followed shortly after. He cuffed my wrists behind my back, left my t-shirt on and cut my panties off. I watched him walk to the washing machine, take the cold water hose off of it and turn the water on. I know from washing clothes that the water gets incredibly cold. He puts a nozzle on the end of it and starts to spray me down from head to toe. I am screaming from the cold, cold water while he tells me to tell him what I have been doing lately. I had totally forgotten by this time, the encounter I had with my bestie. “Have you cum while I was gone without permission whore?” he said. My mouth dropped open suddenly remembering the night and shit… the webcams. He continued spraying the freezing water all over me, but he abruptly put the hose down and picked up a flogger and began lashing my tits. I tried to make “pain” noises but it was hard to hide that I was enjoying his attention. After a while, he put his hands on his sides and told me I was a useless pain whore. Well, yeah… I usually enjoy it. I didn’t say that but I am sure he could tell what I was thinking. He frowned and took the cuffs off and told me to prepare his dinner. “Yes Sir,” I said with a bit of a grin. Maybe I got away with this one?

Submissive Whore Gets Spanked By Her Son

Submissive Whore

Being my son’s submissive whore gives me all the happiness I need. I live to serve him and please him in every way I can. He loves seeing his mommy tied up, gagged, and spanked. I can see his eyes light up with a smack on my juicy ass as he watches it jiggle and ripple from his whacking. Sometimes he will leave me spanked and tied up in his room for days just to make me suffer and show that he really can do anything he wants. I gave him complete control over me a long time ago. Throughout the day he will come in and piss on me or fuck my face and cover me in his cum. By the time he lets me free I’m soaked from head to toe in piss and semen. He loves seeing his whore of a Mother look so filthy. Before I leave his room to clean up and shower, he grabs my face and tells me to thank him for letting me be his dirty cunt mommy.

Masters Submissive Slut Property

Submissive slutMaster can be a sadistic son of a bitch. He tied me to a upside down grocery cart on my stomach. By my wrists and ankles with rope. I always hate this position. The grocery cart metal digs into my skin. When Master sticks his cock in one of my holes. And jerks my body forward on the cart. It fucking hurts like hell. And Master knows that and thrives on my pain. The worst of this has not even come yet. After Master shoots his first load into one of my holes that really are his holes. Then this is when he usually likes to whip me with a belt, chain, or bullwhip. Really anything at his disposal I have been whipped with. Master makes me count each stroke against my body. If I cry or scream out in pain. I have to start from number one again and the strokes against my flesh get harder and more severe. The strokes are usually no less the 20 at least at each time. When my skin is red and torn open. Master will grab something to pour into my open wounds. Like salt or vinegar. Ohh that burns so much. I would beg him not to do such a thing to me. But I am not allowed. I may only beg for more cock, more beatings, more pain. Master pleasure is all that matters. I am his property. To think for myself or to disobey Master in any way is severely punished. I try not to get to this point with him. After Master pours salt or vinegar into my open wounds. He will fuck one of my holes again. Then of course whip me again. This pattern will repeat over and over for hours. Until he is done. That is usually when I get thrown into my cage. Until the next time Master needs a hole, a piece of furniture, a toilet, or anything else Master needs or wants from his property. But this is what I live for. I live for Master. I am Masters Submissive slut property.