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Give Me Bare Bottom Spankings For Fun

Bare Bottom SpankingsAfter much deliberation, I’ve opted for random Bare Bottom Spankings. It was either that or a nightly crack on the cunt with the leather strap. I’ve learned to obey and agree with Master on all things. Even if he asks my opinion, I know better than to answer Master until he says I may speak. But when it came to spankings, Master let me pick because I’ve been such a good little obedient slut for him. No matter what Master asks of me, I immediately jump to tend to the task. Whether it’s licking the bottom of Master’s boots, or getting the pleasure of sucking on his cock for hours, I gladly do it and take punishment for a task done wrong. However, now if I do a good job for my Master, I am rewarded with an astonishingly painful bare bottom spanking. Sometimes, I secretly do mess up just so that he’ll give my cunt the strap. It feels delightfully tantalizing, but I don’t want Master to know I like it because he will stop doing it to me. I also have to fantasize that I hate it when he rapes me. Especially my ass. Truth be told, those are my favorite days. I long for Master to force his fingers into my pussy and ass at the same time. Then jam his huge hard cock into my asshole. I yearn for the days when I used to bleed for hours after he took me as many times as he could, in as many ways he could imagine. When Master catches me daydreaming about the past, he drags me by my hair to our special spanking table and bends me over it. He binds my hands to the opposite side and spreads my legs with the bar. Then, depending on Master’s mood, I can get anywhere from ten to fifty spankings. If Master is very upset about something, he will grab his bull whip and light me up a few times with that. Oh no…. not pain…. Sometimes, it’s hard for me not to moan in pure pain driven delight. Maybe I’ll purposely fuck up really bad so I get a cunt strapping tonight. I guess the bare bottom spankings are just purely fun for me.

Anything You Say…..

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My friend with benefits and I always like to take it to the extreme. Tied up, tied down, up against the wall, spankings, biting, slapping. Well, you get the idea. Last night when he came over, things took a very hard core turn. He showed up, unannounced, with three of his friends. They were all dressed in black vinyl, head to toe. Even their masks. I couldn’t tell them apart. One grabbed me by the arm and literally dragged me into the bedroom. I was put into leather restraints, with some sort of spreader attached and I looked like I was reverse hog tied. I literally couldn’t move, and was forced to let them use me in every way possible and do anything they said. The panties I was wearing got cut off with a razor knife, and then stuffed into my mouth along with a ball gag.

They had a big bag with them. My eyes grew wide with fear and excitement as they started to unpack it. A flogger with beads attached to the ends of the leather strips, a riding crop, a whip, double headed dildos and an anal hook, just to name a few things. I could feel my pussy start to twitch and ache with anticipation. I know they wanted me to be frightened, but my cunt was literally dripping and contracting with hard orgasms before they even started to use their ‘toys’ on me. After each of them had fucked me multiple times, multiple ways,  they raided my panty drawer and stuffed as many pairs inside of my used up snatch as they could get in there. They left me laying there, naked, with every one of my holes completely used up.

Believe it or not, I was actually begging for them to stay and keep abusing my mouth and my pussy and my asshole. They’re the ones that needed a break.  I think this psychotic little masochist may have worn those boys out. But no worries, I’d be glad to wait like this for days, and then do anything you say…

Come and make me play with you. I can beg if you want.

Your Demented Little Whore,

Master’s Well Trained Whore

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Part of being a good bondage whore depends on your tolerance for pain. When I first became a slave, I was such a wimp. You abused me so bad, saying that I deserved it and that I needed to be “broken.” You dry-fucked me with your large cock. You starved me. I cried and begged. You laughed in my face saying that I needed to toughen up unless I wanted to be sold.

It was like a part of my mind shut down. I became a true BDSM piece of meat. I learned to take a punch without flinching, only thanking you for the pleasure. You let your friends violate me for hours to try to make me beg. But it was too late. That part of me that felt things had been destroyed. I became a fuck-tube and a cum dumpster, nothing more. I was quietly obedient, lady-like even with a busted face and a bruised body. Even as your cock pounded my swollen mouth, my mind belonged only to me. When you realized that I was trained, you eased up on me. I still scream and beg sometimes for your amusement. I pretend that I cannot take one more blow, or one more minute of the terror you inflict but somewhere, in my soul, I’ve grown to love this life. I await your orders, Master. How may I please you tonight?

 

Lead by example

My sir/master enjoys watching me tell others what to do and torturing them. I have to be careful though  because my master expects me to be able to to lead by example. If I am willing to dish out a punishment for my masters enjoyment, then he expects me to be willing to show I can handle it first. If I do not do as my master says I am held responsible and he punishes me first. My master is fond of playing with me while he inflicts just enough pain to get his point across and teach me these valuable lessons. I get the honor of setting an example for these girls and my master is caring enough to even give me the idea of a little control to pick what these other girls get to experience. I just must be willing to endure it myself first. I am so willing and ready that I will endure, especially so me and master can come together.

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I am not new to the sweet release of letting another person control my movements. I find pleasure in letting someone control my sexual release and how many time I can come from the pleasure of both pain and exotic feelings. My very first master or sir as he had me call him was very gifted at showing me what I needed to know and how to follow directions so that the experience was pleasurable for both of us. I learned very quickly not to talk back, or get any pleasure with out first seeking his approval.

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I feel that I have mastered the art of being the perfect little slut and I know exactly how to take orders to be an obedient little whore that a master seeks and needs to make his every fantasy come true. It is a great gift to be able to be the ass hole or cunt that someone takes their aggression out on because they need a release. Its a very pleasurable experience to be whipped, beaten, gagged, fucked and tortured with devices and cocks to someone else’s will. I take pride in being the submissive whore of someone and giving in to complete control of the Bondage and submission they give me.

 

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Im my masters release

I had the most amazing experience of my life last night with my master. He took me to limits not only physically but also spiritually. I could swear that I had an out of body experience last night at some point between the time my master had me by my throat and was sticking that cattle prod up my cat and the electrocution shock pads that were on my inner thighs and pussy lips.

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I felt a whole new level of sexual awareness and just how much pain really can be pleasurable. I felt like I had become one with my master and I could feel the rage and the lust that he had for me while he rammed his massive throbbing cock down my throat while plugging my nose. I have never felt so helpless but so powerful at the same time. I knew that in that moment I was his release and my body and what he was doing to it was saving him from his own emotional demons. That is a special bond and I am so grateful to my master for letting me be his tool to release all that anger.

The monster dildo ass fucking

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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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Writhing delightful

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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