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You come in; I’m sitting on my knees in front of the bed, hands on thighs, head down. You approach me with your hands behind your back, walking around me, inspecting your property. Your hand comes down; slaps both of my tits, on the nipple and you scold me that they are not hard for you. You add that to my list of rules for inspection and presentation. Hands still behind your back, you announce today is ass training day and I will be on display for your web-camera cohorts.
You hand me a really large dildo. You show me where to sit and how and you set up the camera so everyone has a good view of me penetrating my ass and pussy with this huge elephant cock of a dildo. I start slowly stretching my asshole for your audience to watch and savor. My pussy is visibly getting wetter and your watchers are commenting on how much the huge dildo is turning me on. So you tell me to start fucking it, hands-free and play with my clit so everyone can see my pussy juices flowing down my asshole and down the dildo. I only get about 3 inches in, to your disappointment, but I did cum when you allowed me to and not before. Maybe, you’ll give me a reward for the hard work?

How dare she speak to him like that, ass fantasy

I saw a man the other day being led around by a woman who was clearly wearing the pants. I think she needs a reminder of what the roles are supposed to be. I would never speak to a man the way she was, letting her boss him around like that. Any man I know would have slapped me into next Sunday for even looking at them the wrong way.

The last time I got mouthy with a man, I was tied up for four days with no food or water, taken out every 6 hours and ass gapped forcefully by a man with a big fat black cock, and he enjoyed hearing me rip and scream from the pain of his massive stick popping in and out of my asshole. He would then throw me back in and told me I would never speak to him in such a manner because I was only as good as the cunt between my legs, made for fucking and that’s it. Damn that girl obviously never met him.

 

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My wrists and ankles are so soar from being tied up last night, they are still raw and the rope even cut threw a little bit. My pussy is still convulsing from how many times I came last night as well, my knees wont stop shaking and all I can do is think about how good its gonna feel to do it all over again tonight. I want my legs to be hogtied behind me while my hands and writs are behind my back.

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I want to feel the rope dig into my skin as I wiggle and try to get away from the delightful pain that my master applies in whatever manner he sees fit to my body. I want to feel like the dirty little slut I know I am. I need to be punished for being this horny. and I want my body to feel every ounce of the pounding and pain that I knoBDSM phone sexw I am gonna get.

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I’ve had a few Masters in my life. Ones that I always cherish are the ones who use me to their fullest and walk away an extremely satisfied Man, and that is how it should be.
A previous Master was very strict about how I would present myself. Upon entering the dungeon there would be a word taped to the inside of the door. That is how He wanted the session to start. Whether it was kneeling or the enduring position I made sure I was ready and willing for service and use. I really love being a submissive whore; I get such intense orgasms and pleasure just from serving.
Anytime He would walk in, the room would fill with intense vibes and my pussy would start to ache. His presence was so intoxicating and sexual I was usually dripping by the time I was trussed up like He desired. The most memorable was on a Saint Andrews Cross. Legs and arms bound to each of the four posts, exposed and ready. He would start with impact play, He had great control even while fingering my pussy, but He would still be hard as a rock no matter how He was using me. Weighted nipples and orgasm denial were his favorites to have me gushing everywhere. Of course, I needed to clean my own squirting pussy juices off His immaculate floor. How many ways can I be of service to You?

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Pain and Pleasure

Bondage whoreMy master tied my hands and feet to the bedposts of our bed. My legs were spread open, my pussy was on full display. He teased and tortured me all day. First, he pulled out a small whip and gave me lashes on my bare pussy. The pain was unbearable, but he took pleasure in my cries of pain. When my flesh was swollen and red, he put his face in my pussy and gave me lashes with his tongue. I wanted to free my hands and hold his head tightly against my wet flesh but he wouldn’t release me. I pushed myself up against his face over and over again, trying to get his tongue deeper inside. And I felt my orgasm building, I was about to go over the edge. I started humping faster and faster chasing ecstasy. That’s when he stopped…and tears started rolling down my face when I saw him reaching for the whip again. He played with me all night, teasing me with pleasure and pain. My master loves torture and I’m the victim.

Submissive Slut Enjoys the Party!

Submissive slutIt was party time, and I was one of the subs. There was rope play, and I was going to LOVE it. They had brought in plenty of rope, and I was in heaven! My arms were tied behind my back in several places, and my tits were bound up so tightly that the circulation was being cut off, but they were perfect fucking globes. My thighs were kept open by a spreader at the ankles, and everyone was free to walk by and do whatever they wanted to my body. Some walked by and smacked my tits, my ass, my belly, and even my cunt. Others brought the violet wand around and zapped me in different places. By the time the fucking actually started, I was so fucking wet, it was dripping out of me. The first person to reach me for fucking was a woman, and she was quite the hottie and a dominatrix. She doesn’t get on the floor for just anyone, so seeing this woman get down on her knees in front of me was breathtaking. She ran a finger lightly over my cunt from ass crack to clit, pulling off some of the juices that were dripping from me. Then, of all things, she put her face between my thighs, and drug her tongue over that same stretch. I groaned at how erotic it was to have this powerful, dominant woman on her knees and licking my cunt. She dipped her tongue up into me and pulled some of those juices out, making me even hotter. When she finally stood back up, I was horny as fuck, and I knew how privileged I was to get that treatment from her. She pulled me to a private room, and she dominated me for the rest of the night, and I could not have been happier!

Abducted in the Woods

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I had gone camping with some friends over the weekend. I ventured off into the woods for a peaceful walk by myself. The sun was shining as I neared the edge of the river, but that’s when there was a loud thud and I fell to the ground. When I woke up, I was naked aside from my panties, tied up in some sort of cage, dangling just low enough to reach my tippy toes to the ground. My struggling caught the attention of my captor, so he came up to me from out of the brush. Worried, I asked him to let me go and not to harm me because my friends would be looking for me. He just laughed as he walked up holding a whip and a gag. He secured the gag in my mouth so that I could no longer talk such nonsense to him. Then, with all his might, he started whipping me. Each lash stung like fire, but I had no choice. I couldn’t even shield my body with my arms, as they were restrained. The ropes wouldn’t budge, so I was forced to endure the lashings. After my body was almost entirely covered in bloody, raw welts, he came up and ripped off my panties. I flailed and cried out, but it was no use. He steadied my legs in his powerful arms and had no mercy as he start impaling my dry asshole. His cock was tearing apart my ass and it burned, but there was nothing I could do. Nobody was coming to my rescue. After he was finished, he knocked me out again and left me somewhere I didn’t recognize. I was left in the woods to wander naked back to our campsite.

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bondage phone sexBondage phone sex goes hand in hand with being a submissive. I love being tied up, it is just hard to tie yourself up. I have become quite good at tying up my boobs, however. I like to make them look like torpedoes for your abuse. This weekend, my son caught me practicing with ropes on my tits. He liked the image of seeing my boobs look like cow udders he said. He offered to help me. I should have known better. Not only did he tie up my breasts, he tied me to the bed. I could feel the ropes cutting into my flesh. I could feel the circulation stopping. I was in pain and pinned to the bed like a squashed bug. My son started slapping my tits. He even flicked his cigarette ashes on my breasts. He came on my tits and left me. I thought he would be back soon. I feel asleep despite the pain. Woke up when my son returned with some friends. They looked like hungry vultures circling me like I was roadkill. They pulled out their cocks and started stroking their dicks while I was all tied up.  I was in pain from the lack of circulation to my breasts, but no one cared, especially not my son. They just laughed and masturbated. I had rope burns and cuts that opened my flesh under my tits.  I begged to be released. I promised to be a good mommy, a good whore. Nothing. Just the look of disdain for his own mother in his eyes. His friends started mounting me like I was a drunk coed at a frat party. They fucked me until they had all had a turn. They paid my son money as they left. My son finally untied me. My boobs looked like they were used as air bags in a car accident. It will be awhile before I can even put a bra on again. I guess now I have a new extreme bondage story to share.

Slave Training for the Workplace

Slave trainingThey walked into the office, and I knew I was in trouble. They were 2 of Master’s friends, and I knew well enough that when they came around, Master wasn’t going to be far behind. I thought about trying to get up and run, but I knew that would only make matters worse. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve punishment, but for Master to send them by my job, even so close to the end of the day, meant it was bad. They bound me to the chair I was seated in, and then proceeded to slowly cut my clothes off, shirt, then bra, then skirt. They left my panties whole, and I wondered if that was at Master’s bidding. When Master walked in, the scowl on his face told me I’d done fucked up. His crop was in his right hand, and I even noticed that it wasn’t his favorite crop – it was the well-worn, well-used crop that he liked to punish his slaves with. He didn’t just walk over to me, either. He walked to my boss’s office, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of them talking behind that door, they both walked out. The humiliation of my boss seeing me all but naked compounded the situation. Master explained that my boss had called the house and left a voicemail with a complaint about my forgetting something when I had left the day before. It was important, and I’d apologized to my boss when he’d approached me about it this morning. I sat there and looked directly at Master’s feet, knowing anything else was unacceptable. He took that crop and swung it, hitting me across the shoulders. He smacked each breast, the inside and outside of each thigh, and right across my tummy. I was welted everywhere. I knew I’d never do that again…

Bondage Whore Bernie Needs Punished

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on Tinder, FetLife and a few other fetish sites. I can’t help it. I love bondage. Do you remember those old silent short films with the woman in peril tied to a train track? I masturbated to those images as a wee girl. I wanted tied up then rescued. As I grew up, I wanted tied up and abused. Something about being vulnerable and helpless and at your mercy makes my cunt wet. I’m trusting a stranger or a master not to kill me. Not to permanently hurt me. My master, my boss, ties me up to my office chair often. Yesterday, he was feeling mean. It happens, but not often. Normally, we have more of a sensual master slave relationship. Hardcore bondage and nipple torture made his dick hard. He tied the ropes so hard, my wrists bled. He ripped my shirt open, exposing my DD breasts. He slapped my tits so hard they started to turn colors immediately. He started sucking on my right tit. It felt amazing, until he bit so hard on the nipple it tore. I was bleeding down my breast. He grabbed my jaw, spit my blood and flesh in my face and said, “Did you think I would not know about your little online endeavors, bitch.” He was not happy I was moonlighting. I was being punished; not for cheating, but for not asking permission to be on those sites. Master owns me. I know I am his property, no better than the office chair I was strapped to. He spent the rest of the day punishing me for my violation of our master servant relationship. He sodomized my ass with the stapler, along with other office supplies. Lesson learned the hard way. At his age, I didn’t know he still had all that in him.