Daddy loves to train Naomi and I. We both know exactly what daddy loves and we are always ready to be his obedient sluts. Daddy has simple rules, and they are as follows. First always know your place. That is real simple our place is on our knees like two servant sluts ready to make all of the daddies dying wishes come true. Second rule and probably just as important as number one. Always address daddy, as daddy. Always start with daddy end with daddy. Third always be ready to be at daddies beck and call. Whatever we are doing we must stop and attend to our master daddy. Fourth if daddy wants us to keep it cute and look our best naked if that means having to starve and clock in endless hours at the gym to avoid being a lard ass than so be it. Daddy likes pretty bitches only, and that’s what Naomi and I are. Fifth daddy wants access to all our social media and all our nudes he can ruin our lives in a matter of seconds by posting all our naughty escapades for the world to see. Sixth be willing to take all the pain humanly possible and not complain or make a peep. Seventh assure daddy you are his submissive slut. Eighth always remember piss belongs in your mouth. Ninthbow down for daddy. The tenth rule remember daddy likes you to bring bimbo friends once in a while.
Category: Bondage S&M
Server slut
My master wasn’t playing when he told me he was going to make me the laughing stock of the bar. I was going to walk around naked and completely exposed, and I was going to show off my body and be a good hardcore bondage slut. I was going to let the guys all have fun making my ass gape and prolapsing me. I was in for a rude awakening. I thought it was going to be something mild. My master has never once shared me with anyone. I was surprised to see him willing to let all his buddies use me. I was going to get whipped and strangled just like I should be. I’m a slave pet and need to know that there is no special treatment. Master thought my head got too big when I outshined in the slave pet academy. I know I’m nothing special. I was born a woman, and I need to realize that I will forever be beneath men.
My Mistake Was Ignoring Master
I have been extremely busy and I have been ignoring my master and that would prove to be not the thing to do. I agreed to meet him at a friends house, I figure I owe him that much. I am usually more obedient and this is so out of my character. When I arrived they stripped me naked and carried me down to the basement which had plant lights and a dirty old mattress. Master was pissed at me and he told me I would never ignore him again. They threw me down on that nasty piece of bedding they call a mattress. He got some rope out and starting tying my hands behind my back and then making my legs stay apart in a triangle. He then roped it so tight around my breasts they were turning purple and hurting, he was slapping them and I was not to scream. I tried to scream his friend shoved his dick in my mouth, my tits were going numb. With my legs spread wide I wasn’t even turned on he just shoved his hand up my vagina and I could feel a tear and he was fucking me really hard all the way up to his elbow. Tears were flowing out of my eyes and his friend came in my mouth and then master flipped me over with my legs still in a triangle and fucked my ass with no lube.
Bondage Whore and Torture Pig
I am such a bondage whore. I hooked up with a guy on Tinder. I knew my Master would consider it cheating. If he finds out about my encounter, he will punish me severely. He is old and no longer plays bondage games with me like he did 20 years ago. I like sensual bondage. I crave being tied up and feeling vulnerable. I thought this guy was into the same things I was into. At least that is what he told me. Everything was going according to plan initially. He had rope and silk scarves to tie me up with; he even had a few leather ties too. Once I was hogtied, however, he changed. He had me vulnerable and restrained. That is when his sadistic side came out. I guess this was karma for cheating on my Master. He had a cattle prod he used on my tits. Electric shocks pulsated through my body. No safe word was working. He wasn’t into bondage, but torture. He hated women. He kept hurling insults as he shocked my body, laughed and pissed on me. I could smell the body hair burnt from the prod. I begged to be released. He just laughed some more and said, “I’m not done with you yet whore.” Suddenly, there was a room filled with other men. They started spitting on me, kicking me and pissing on me too. The more I cried, the harder they laughed. I have no idea how long my humiliation lasted, but I smelled like an outhouse by the time they were done. I love bondage and submission games, but this was neither bondage or a game. It was torture and humiliation. When him and his friends were done with me, he let me go. All he said was, “A stupid whore should never hook up with a random stranger unless she has a death wish.” He told me I got off lucky. Perhaps I did.






















