Category: Bondage S&M

Bondage Whore Mishap

bondage whoreI am a bondage whore. It seems an antiquated fetish in the modern world of hardcore BDSM. My Master and I have always had a rather old school relationship. I enjoy being tied up and gagged. It makes me feel vulnerable and helpless. I enjoy giving up power and control. Sometimes, however, our bondage games go awry like this last time. Master had me work the day after Thanksgiving. I was not happy, but I am his office bitch, so I cannot say no. He didn’t have any real work for me to do. He just wanted to tie me up and abuse my ample breasts. The problem was that after he tied me up and came on my bound breasts, he left the office for a quick errand. He was just going to get Starbucks. He never came back to untie me. I was bound to that chair in my work clothes with my breasts exposed for days.  I tried hard to get myself lose, but all I did was cut my wrists on the rope and tip the chair over. I was forced to piss and shit myself. I had nothing to eat. I was saved when two days later the cleaning team for the building came by. They only clean our office twice a week since it is small, just the  two of us normally.  When I heard them come in, I screamed for help. I felt a sense of relief that I had been rescued.  The couple who discovered me, saw an opportunity. An opportunity to abuse me. I was a helpless submissive whore to use in their eyes. The male of the duo fucked my mouth, slapped my tits, spit on me, kicked me in the gut and sodomized my ass while his female partner pissed on my face and kicked me in my “whore cunt.” They left me tied up, covered in piss, shit, cum and spit. Master came in yesterday and found me. He had a senior moment and forgot that he had left me tied up. He forgot he left his office whore bound to a chair for three days? I need a new, younger, master.

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How Can I Please You?

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Being a submissive bondage phone sex whore is such fun. I spend my days eager to please you, willing to talk about any subject and hot and horny waiting for you. Just like when I am with my master, your orgasm, your pleasure, is my ultimate goal. I’ll do anything to send you over that edge and make you cum so fucking hard, you won’t soon forget it and you’ll be cumming back for more. At just 2.00 per minute, that’s one hell of a cheap price for spending time with a girl like me. One who is willing, ready and able to phone fuck you and do just as you say. Following your instruction gets me off, so tell me what you want me to do. Mmm, I can’t wait to get off with you on the phone, I’m already here playing with my perfectly wet, tight pussy and on the edge of a strong orgasm. Call me tonight and let’s get off together.

BDSM Chat – The Office Party

It was an office party, and there was a chocolate fountain? I thought I was in heaven!! I was just about to take a plate and pile it with all the fruits and breads and cheeses and a nice helping of that chocolate, when I was grabbed from behind. The plate fell from my hands, back onto the stack from which I had literally just picked it up. I was dropped to my knees on the floor in my mini-dress, and my hands were tied up behind my back from elbows to wrists. Before I knew what was happening, I had ladle after ladle of molten chocolate being poured down every inch of my exposed skin, and my clothes were being cut off of me. The molten chocolate burned, and I knew that I would need some tender loving care at the end of it, but I was not concerned about it at that moment. My master had just walked into the room, and his cock was out and hard, and he walked straight over to me and shoved it into my mouth. He fucked my mouth as still more chocolate was ladled over me, until every inch of me was covered in it, even my expensive hair extensions. BDSM chat

I was fucked by every man and woman in that building, and left to stew in the chocolate and cum sauce that was left over after. It was a luscious treat!

Bondage and Submission – A Lesson

I woke up in my own bed, but I was bound. I know I wasn’t bound when I went to bed, so my mind started trying to figure out who would have done this, how, and why. Nothing came immediately to mind, but the smells wafting up to me were familiar. Then I realized what it was. Someone was making breakfast: proper bangers and mash, by the smell of it. It was only moments later that the door opened, and in walked my favorite guy from my group. I knew he wasn’t who I’d come home with the night before, and I knew that he had no key to my apartment, and I lived alone. So, I had to wonder, and I asked him.Bondage and Submission

He set the tray down and politely walked over and gagged me. I felt a bit betrayed, but so turned on. He sat down and ate right in front of me. When he’d finished, he told me he’d take the gag off so I could eat, but one word, and he would no longer feed me, but replace the gag. I enjoyed every morsel of that meal. He disappeared to put the tray away, and came back empty-handed. He sat down on the edge of my bed and began running his hands up and down my body, successfully making my blood boil and my body yearn for release. Then, he informed me, with a hearty, resounding smack, that he had seen me out at the club the night before with the “thug” that I’d come home with. He said normally he wouldn’t interfere, but that he thought I had better sense than to take random men back to my house. He was going to have to teach me a lesson about who to let into my private abode. He Then drew a riding crop out from under the bed and proceeded to hit each breast, each thigh, and my cunt with it in succession until I was crying and relenting to never bringing another man home with me. He then rewarded me with a soothing rub and kisses across all of the abused areas, and the best pussy eating I have had to-date.

Spanking Phone Sex Mommy

spanking phone sexI’m a punishment whore. I love spanking phone sex and anything that brings some pain to my body. One of the great things about phone sex is that it allows you to explore your darker fetishes. I can go darker on the phone than I can in real life. Perhaps that doesn’t sound like a good submissive bitch, but I don’t want to die. Nor do I want any permanent damage. I am old school submissive. My master and I have been in a long term S and M relationship, but as he says, I have the power because we utilize safe words. I like being pushed beyond any safe zone, however.  My teen son dabbles in masochistic games so I have been hoping he will get more forceful with me over time. He overheard me doing a mommy rape fantasy call the other day and it turned him on. Turned him on so much, he took matters into his own hands. Yanked me out of bed from a dead sleep. Ripped my clothes off, threw me over his knee and started spanking my bare ass. I could feel his cock throbbing underneath me. He clearly got aroused  paddling his mommy’s bare bottom.

He was not the only one. My pussy was dripping wet. It was so wet, my son could feel my juices running down his leg. I told him to spank me harder. The harder he spanked, the wetter I became. The harder he got too. He got so hard, he could no longer take it. He tossed me on the bed ass up so he could pound my pussy. To some it may have been a force fuck, but I am a submissive whore. Men can always have their way with me, especially my son. Do you think about force fucking your mommy?

You weren’t sure

BDSM ChatThe first time you got in touch with me, you weren’t sure what you liked, what you were into. I suggested some bondage chat, but, you were skeptical. But soon, your curiosity got the best of you. With some suggestions, you had me bound and gagged. When you stepped back, taking in the view of your work, your cock had sprung to full attention. You laid me across y our lap. I knew some bare bottom spankings would get you in the rhythm. Over and over again your hand landed on my ass and pussy lips, increasing in strength each time. My ass was bright red with your fingerprints.  You smoothed your hands over my red flesh, testing how my pussy was flowing so freely for you. You laid me back, pinching, twisting, and slapping my breasts and nipples. I couldn’t stand how much I needed to have some part of you in my cunt. You were so hard when you slid your cock between my lips and down my throat. Soon, you had me by my hair, skull fucking me hard. I came when you blew your nice fat load down my throat.

Your beast was raging with need. You threw me down, picked my ass up, and savagely rammed your dick into my little asshole, roaring into me over, and over, and over again. We both exploded in orgasm, growling and screaming our pleasure.

You’re off to a wonderful start! Call me up and let’s see what we can try next, master. Your submissive whore is waiting, tied, and patient as always.

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Milf phone sexThere’s just something about milf phone sex that adds a certain luster to getting off, wouldn’t you say? Someone who knows how to be the perfect submissive slut just for you? I just love it when someone dresses me up. Picks my clothes, orders me to wear them, and how to wear them.

Take my choices away, and make me your total submissive whore. Tell me to stay on my knees till you give me permission to get up. Order me to hurt myself, shove a baseball bat up my cunt till I bleed, I’ll do exactly as I’m told. That’s what a good little cum slut is supposed to do, obey her master! Maybe you have a good idea for a game to play with me? I love playing “how many dicks can we fit in this cunt?”

Have I been a good little whore? Will you give me your cock if I have been? Maybe even your cum? Your marks on my milky flesh, and your sticky cum in my hair are my badges of honor, sir.

Please, sir, I beg you, if I’ve been bad, will you punish me really, really hard? Please?

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Submissive Whore Enjoys Bondage

Submissive whore I’ve spent the past few days tied up in a couple’s dungeon. They kept me suspended from the ceiling half the time, and tied to a bed the other half. They did untie me for supervised exercise every so often.

In those times I was tied up, however, they pounded my pussy and ass with flogs, crops, Cat-o-9s. They smacked me up and down, pinching and twisting my nipples, squeezing my breasts, and leaving me red from head to toe. The best part, though, is that when my puss and ass weren’t being used and abused by my captors, they were filled with vibrators or fuck-machines which kept me thoroughly wet and near orgasm at all times. My muscles are sore, and my body is bruised, but I swear, I have never felt more alive, nor more loved and cherished. I was so well taken care of, and I cannot wait until I get to do that again!

A Submissive Whore Roasting Over an Open Flame

submissive whoreThis submissive whore was invited to a bonfire this weekend. I should have know better. Men don’t invite me places because they enjoy my company or want to date me. They invite me places to do very naughty, even painful things to me. When I arrived with what I thought was my date, I discovered a slew of naked women bound and gagged around the fire. My date pushed me on the ground, slapped me across the face and shamed me with a litany of derogatory things. I was part of some man’s club initiation. Men were supposed to bring an old whore to this bonfire to humiliation and abuse. Much like a frat club initiation where campus boys bring an ugly girl to lunch then ditch her with the bill. Only this was not so school boy like. I watched in horror as the men voted on the ugliest, fattest, oldest looking whore in the group. That was a contest I was glad I did not win. What happened next, was the stuff torture phone sex nightmares are made of. They roasted the winner like she was a pig over the open flame. Along with the other contenders, I watched in horror as a woman was roasted alive. She screamed in horror as flames engulfed her skin. I felt awful for feeling grateful I was not the winner of this macabre game. Her screams were deafening. The smell of burnt hair and human flesh was sickening. It was all I could do to not vomit. Some of the other survivors were hurling. I just sat there bound and gagged praying that I would not be next. The horrific initiation didn’t end there. She was carved up like a pig and served as dinner. Even the surviving women were forced to eat some of her charred flesh. Now I puked. I woke up the next morning naked with the other women around the bonfire t which was almost completely out. No men in sight. We had a drugged feeling and confused memories. Was it a nightmare or reality? I don’t think I will ever attend a bonfire again, however.

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Master’s challenge

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Master had some very exciting requests for me today. He gagged me, and wrapped my body with rope, binding my tits, arms, and legs from the knees down. He shoved his biggest toy deep into my pussy, and ordered me not to drop it, or there would be dire consequences. I was ordered to now find a way to do my chores, staying tied exactly as he has me.

So I go about figuring this out. I was able to dust the lower bookshelves by shoving the duster’s handle in my ass. My god that felt good, but I can’t moan or I’ll get it. I use my face to scrub the floors. But the bed. Oh god I can’t figure out how to make the bed, He comes home while I’m standing there, trying to tug the sheet with my tied hands. “Oh pet, you’ve disappointed me. You know what that means.” I’m bent over his knee, and I brace myself.

Over and over, *WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!” goes his quirt over my ass and cunt lips, making them bright red and swollen. I want to come so badly! But not yet, I don’t have permission. He raises welts up my back in a perfect line up my spine, then flopped me back on the bed. My nipples and tummy are next, before he tells me, “start counting, my little whore. You know what to do.” I count his smacks on my clit.1…2…3…4…5… my god I can barely keep control…7..8…9… oh god, if I can just make it to 20 I can orgasm! 16..17…18… oh shit, oh shit! 19.. I’m shaking so hard my teeth chatter…20! A massive orgasm ravages my body, wave after wave, squirting my juices all over the end of the bed, firing the dildo that’s been filling my wet cunt all day half way across the room.

My gag is removed, “My little slut, use your mouth to clean this bed, and remake it as you should have before.”

Well, fuck.