Category: Bondage S&M

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.

Bondage Phone Sex

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.

Bondage and Submission at Work

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is my life. I am always giving in and getting tied up, especially at work. My boss and Master is old, but he does love tying me up at work. He was feeling extra frisky yesterday. I only go to the office a couple days a week now. My work schedule just depends on what kind of case he is working. He is a lawyer close to full retirement, which is why I have been supplementing my income being a phone sex submissive. I messed up some legal briefs. I filed them incorrectly. I am not allowed to make mistakes. For a simple fixable clerical error, I got some soft bondage of my tits. Well soft only in the way he tied up my boobs. The torture my whore tits, as he likes to call them, received was something very different from soft. He pinched the nipples so hard they bled. That was not enough pain for the mood he was in. He got out his lighter so he could burn them too. Have you ever smelled burning flesh? It is awful. When it is your own flesh, it is worse. The pain and smell combined is nauseating. I knew not to vomit or complain or cry. It was tough to do, but if I had, the torture would have been far worse. Master has never been big into torture sex except when it comes to my tits. The way he views it, he bought me my tits, so he can do whatever he wants to them. I will take nipple and breast torture any day over being used as a punching bag. Some of the more modern Masters, whom I have encountered, on and off the phone, enjoy going Mike Tyson on me. In their eyes, I’m not a woman, just a worthless submissive whore.

Bondage Whore Bernie

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on the circuit. I go into any BDSM club in my state and that is how I am addressed. I have quite the reputation for BDSM games. I hate that these Fifty Shades of Grey movies trivialize the lifestyle. BDSM is not a fad for me. It is my way of life. When my Master was younger, he really enjoyed tying me up. We used everything from heavy duty climbing rope to his silk ties. Sometimes we even used my pantyhose. It just depended on if he wanted to leave a mark or not. Once I was tied up a slew of sensual games ensued. Sometimes we played with hot candle wax. Sometimes ice cubes. Sometimes bare bottom spankings. Other times more hardcore like a belt strap or a Cat o Nine tails. Master was not into disfiguring me. He was not into leaving marks that lingered for days. It was about trust. It was about submission. No one believes in that kind of old school S&M relationship anymore. It’s a new  world for a subby whore like me. Trying to find a master like the one I have is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I have been testing the waters for new Masters, using phone sex as a way to see what the modern dominant man is like. I’ve  discovered that my Master is from a bygone world that likely doesn’t exist anymore. I’m trying to prepare myself for what is coming. In my quest for a suitable replacement I have been tied up and left for days with no food or water sitting in my own waste. I have had my tits punched so hard a saline bag ruptured. I have had my face shoved in a toilet filled with shit and piss. I have been forced to eat puke. I have been ordered to service men with 4 legs. I have been gangbanged by men  half my age. I’m dreading the day my Master surrenders me because I cannot live in a world where I am not owned, but the men of this new age terrify me.

Bondage Whore is the Table

Bondage whoreForniphilia is a form of bondage and sexual objectification in which a person’s body is incorporated into a chair, table, cabinet or other piece of furniture. I kept reminding myself of this as my arms were strapped into a V and my legs together making me a table. My head was even covered with a mask and some strappy things wrapped around me to make me more sexy. There was a cold tray on my back, heavy with drinks and snacks. I was a good table as I listened to my Master woo his date, the purrs and happy noises she was making lets me know he’s doing well. I can smell his musk and hear wet slurping noises. His breath catching confirms that Master is getting his cock sucked. She gags for a moment coming up for breath, panting and I know he took her head and held her down. Put all his cock in her throat at once before pulling her off of his cock. I felt the tray lifted off of my back. Surprised as I felt a warm body lean over me. Putting their weight on me. Her soft pillowy breasts pressing into my back. I heard the sound of a belt being pulled out of belt loops before I heard a sharp hard crack across an ass. The girl resting on me moaned and a shiver ran through her. Knowing I was being her support, her table, make my pussy so wet and helped me to forget the soreness of my muscles from the awkward and hard position to keep. So as he kept spanking her with the belt, her nails gripping and digging into my side. The surprised cries. The gasps as leather impact skin. I just couldn’t help but get wetter and wetter. I could feel my own pussy juices trickling down my thighs as the belt thumped onto the ground. Then the conjoined moans of two people experiencing each other. My Master was fucking this woman while she used me for support. Each thrust I could feel her moan against my back, feel those shivers of pleasure and the pin prick of her nails. He thrust harder making her rock back and forth over me as the room filled with the sound and smell of their fucking and it was so amazing. When she came on me, quivering with the orgasm. Master grunting as he came into her. I felt my own pussy contract, cumming without it ever being touched. Just because I got to be their table for their fucking.

Sexy Bondage with Gretchen

When I came to, I was hogtied on the couch, my face all but buried in the back of it. I worked my way to a more breathable position, and heard someone walk into the room. Sexy bondageI started to panic, but apparently they weren’t in there for me just now. Then, it came back to me. I had been drugged, and through the haze that was my memory, visions of being tied up like this, having my skirt shoved up and hands probing into my cunt and ass appeared. I could remember the faces burying themselves in my pussy, cock being shoved down my throat until I threw up. I remembered my hands being pulled to the furthest that the ropes would allow, and a cock placed between them. Being made to stroke that cock off. Then, I remembered the cum – all over my face, my ass, inside of me. I felt dirty but hot and horny at the same time. What is it about being used and abused that turns me on so much?!Hardcore bondage

Bondage Chat with Master

Bondage chatHe asked if I thought I had been good enough to orgasm today. I begged him for an orgasm, on my knees. He told me to sit down on the bed and touch myself, and I did. I did every little thing he asked me to. I sucked my own nipple, bit the shit out of it, then did the same to the other. He let me finger myself until I got close, then told me to stop. He told me that what he wanted to do to me was tie my tits up so tightly that they started turning blue. Then, he wanted to tie my hands up, hang me from the ceiling so that I had to stand on my tiptoes, and attach nipple clamps to my tits. Then, he would take some young thing, and he would treat her like a princess in front of me, making me watch as he fed her, massaged her, and fucked the ever-loving shit out of her. And, when he felt like I couldn’t possibly tolerate another moment of the torture, he’d drop me to my knees and face fuck me. At that point, he shoved his dick down my throat, and I gagged on it, trying to breathe around it repeatedly. He showed me exactly how hard he would face fuck me then, and then he didn’t even let me have his cum. He pulled out and shot it all over my face, then scraped it off to feed to the little princess. I felt completely humiliated.