I love being a bondage phone sex whore. It is hard to tie myself up, but I can bind my tits at least and my ankles. I got into bondage decades ago. Most of the official masters I have had in my life have enjoyed tying me up. I frequent bondage clubs and I recently started doing some fetish bondage photo shoots. Nothing professional. Pretty much just horny men who want to pay me to tie me up and take photos for their spank bank. I answer ads on this knock off site of the Back Pages. Lewis had a foot fetish. He wanted to pay me to bind my feet and cum on them. Of course, he wanted to take photos too. I knew master wouldn’t find out. A girl must make a living, right? Master pays me, but I have two teens and everything they want, and need, is expensive. So, I started moonlighting. Most of the men have been pretty tame. I figured a foot fetish guy would be the tamest of them all. I was wrong. It went vanilla like I thought initially. My feet and hands were bound. He jacked off on my feet a few times, taking pictures. He excused himself to the other room, leaving me tied up and covered in his sticky goo. When he came back, he was not alone. I never heard anyone else in his place. They had been as quiet as church mice. Five teenage boys, presumably his sons, entered the room where I was with their cocks in their hands. They started stroking their cocks over my bound body. It was like something out of a bukkake phone sex scene. Horny teen boys nutting all over my body. If they had just cum on my feet that would have been fine, but they gang banged me too. I did not agree to that, but I was tied up. Not much I could do to stop them. Lewis wanted pictures of teenage boys fucking me. I don’t think he ever cared about my feet.
Category: Bondage phone sex
Submissive Whore
“I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” I whimper under the heat of his hand beating me over and over again. I have made my master very angry. I have never seen him like this before and I don’t even know what I said or did to set him off. I just know it is my fault, and I am the one who has to pay for it. I cry as he beats my face black and blue. He attaches a metal collar around my neck and on each end is a metal cuff to attach each wrist. He sets me up like that and starts to fuck my mouth. Holding my nose to prevent me from breathing as he spits on my face and tells me how worthless I am. He sits on my face and has me clean his asshole, lick all over his sticky balls and suck every last inch of his rock hard dick. “You’re going to really fucking get it, bitch, I am far from done with you!” He screams at me and blows his load, ready to move to another torturous path.
BDSM phone sex
My Master and I have lived together for a few years now. We’ve been dating for a couple of years longer than that too, and over the course of that time, I’ve gotten to know my Dom really well. I’ve always been submissive and my Dom loves it. He also loves it when I call him Daddy, so I do that a lot too. He feeds my submissive side, nurtures it and strips me of my dignity. That’s brought out a different side of me that loves to tease him just to get some pain out of it. I love to drive him crazy and I know one of the things that really drives him mad and it always makes him have to fuck me. He loves my cum, and I love to fulfill his fetishes so I leave my dirty panties around the house for Daddy Dom to find. Whenever he gets home from work I try to make sure I’m in the shower or that I’ve found a reason to run-up to the store. He knows that’s his cue to look around the house because he’ll find a pair of my cum filled panties waiting for him. Well, that is, of course, permitting I am not locked up or caged up or something of the sort he doesn’t always let me out freely. Sometimes I’ll masturbate two and even three times a day to get my panties wet and cum filled as he likes. I think of how hard he’ll fuck me and how he’ll reward me when I get back to the house. That’s why I’ll always make sure to leave my cum filled panties around for him to find his perfect whore for life.
Bondage Whore Bernice
When you are a bondage whore, life can be unpredictable. I go to fetish clubs often. Master doesn’t mind because fetish clubs are rarely about fucking and I maintain my submissive nature. I just went home with the wrong man. Story of my life. It has happened before and will happen again. Harry was a dominant master. He is looking for a new sub. His last one moved for work. I have seen him at this bondage club often. He was always with a pretty blonde. When I saw him alone last night, I put myself in his eyesight. I wanted him to tie me up. I knew he was a rope expert. We got a room. He was not a big talker, but he did bind me like a parcel package. I felt like a contortionist. He had me in some unnatural positions. When the club closed, he suggested we go to his place. He knew I was owned, and we could not fuck. He didn’t want to fuck me. I was too old for his tastes. He likes a young submissive whore, but he had no problem perfecting his already excellent bondage skills with me. He tied me up so securely, I couldn’t move without fear of breaking a bone. He excused himself to use the bathroom and never came back until the next morning. He left me tied up tightly on a guest bed while he slept. I pissed the bed. I was dying of thirst and I was cold. When he came back the next morning, he had to cut the ropes because even he could not undo the knots. I had rope burns on my wrists and my ankles. I could barely walk when I left. He gave me his card and suggested we do it again. I took his card, but in my head, I was saying hell no as I ran out his door.