I knew when Master took me to the football game that there was more to it then him just being nice. he is never nice without an ulterior motive.
I had no idea what it was but the entire game my cunt was throbbing as I waited for the shoe to drop. The anticipation was killing me.
After the game master took my hand and led me to the locker room. I just knew that he had given me to the team as a reward for winning and I braced myself for the gang bang I was about to get. A team of hot and sweaty football players had my panties soaking wet.
What happened next surprised me more then anything. It seems master has a male submissive on the team. He was tied up in the shower and we were all alone. laying next to him was more rope and I knew it was for me.
In came the team, they snatched me up and strung me up just like Masters male submissive.
My cunt wouldn’t stop flowing, it was dripping down the inside of my legs. I knew we were both in for the time of our submissive lives.
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Submissive Whore for Extreme Female Bondage and Pain
According to my Master, the only thing better than a submissive whore, is two submissive whores. I was ordered to find him another subby MILF to play with that day. I know his type. He likes his MILFS to have a little meat on their bones and nice big natural tits. Loves a screamer. My friend Helen was perfect. She is not a full time subby like me, but she likes extreme play with the right man. Not sure my Master is the right man, but if I did not bring him a sexy MILF to play with, I would have been a black and blue MILF.
I told Helen I had a friend for her to meet; asked her to come by my office for lunch. The moment Master saw her big beautiful breasts, I no longer existed. She seemed smitten with him too. She wouldn’t be for long. Master is into extreme female bondage and pain. She was flirting with him, giving me a look of appreciation. I felt bad. But, I would sell my own daughter if Master told me to do it. When Master invited Helen into his private office, I knew she would soon regret being my friend. Didn’t take long before I heard her screaming. After an hour, Master ordered me into his sanctum. There was my friend, bound and gagged.
Her breasts were tied so tightly they were turning colors. It was clear Master had used them as punching bags. He is obsessed with boobs, but not in a good way. Not only had he turned Helen’s boobs black and blue with restraints and his fists, he had stuck hat pins through her nipples. There was my friend with mutilated breasts, a dog collar around her neck, strung up by the throat and her hands and feet restrained. She had been crying. I felt like a bad friend. My first emotion was not guilt, not even remorse for handing her over to a sadist. It was jealously. I was envious of the attention Master lavished on Helen while I was shut out of the office. I use to be his favorite girl, but he has grown bored of me.
Helen screamed, fought, showed pain. I’m more seasoned. I smile and beg for more. Master wants to hurt a bitch, but he doesn’t want her to like it. I need to learn to not show my pleasure in my pain like Helen does. I have lost a friend, but hopefully I can renew my relationship with my Master. In the meantime, maybe you can use me. Make it really hurt. Make me cry. Make me scream. Just like Master likes.
Punish Me Master: I Need Slave Bondage
My boss was out of the office for a few hours. I know the rules. But, I thought it would be fun to play around in his office for a bit. He would never know. I sat in his big comfy office chair and masturbated. He never lets me cum, so I played naughty secretary at his desk. I should have known better. He had a hidden camera in his office because he cannot trust me. He texted, “Someone needs more slave training.” I knew I was in trouble. I went back to my office, scared, awaiting my punishment.
There was no apologizing to master. I violated the trust. I needed punished. I needed slave bondage. He made me disrobe. I received 32 lashes with his whip. A lash for each minute I sat in his office chair. He put nipple clamps on my worthless tits and attached a chain to my clit so when he yanked it, he hurt all three of my sensitive spots at once. He was just warming up. I had to put on the sensory deprivation suit. I hate it. It restricts my movement and breathing. Plus it is so tight on my curvy body, I sweat like a pig. Master suspended me in his office, above his desk. I was hanging like a bug trapped in a spider web. Sweating, struggling to breathe, unable to move, receiving electric shocks to my breasts in 32 second intervals. Master loves to punish me.
I hung above his desk not for 32 minutes, but 32 hours. When he released me, I was close to passing out. “Next time you violate the rules of the office, I will leave you hanging for 32 days, whore,” he seethed as he spit in my face. I cleaned up and completed my work duties. I am both scared and aroused by my master. I’m such a punishment whore.
Submissive Slut Gets More Than She Bargined
I’m a submissive slut 24/7. This guy picked me up at the grocery store today and I thought for sure he could tell by my demeanor what a subby whore I was, but I he was clueless, or so he said. We went back to his place and he appeared to want me to dominate him. I didn’t have a clue what to do. I just sat there dumbfounded. He wasn’t picking up on my submissive nature. I explained to him that we were two bottoms. Clearly this wasn’t going to work. As I started to leave, his wife came out. She was clearly a bitch in charge. He brought me home for her, not him. She grabbed me by the red mane and slammed my face against the wall calling me all sorts of names. Then she slapped a ball gag in my mouth and made her hubby tie me up. I wanted to apologize to her.
I am not a man stealer. But clearly I was an offering to his wife. I was just a pawn in some marital spat. She put a strap-on up my ass taunting her husband. I’d never been fucked by a female before, but I was liking it. He begged and pleaded to get his treat in his ass. He even apologized for being a bad bitch. Once my ass was swollen and she had taught her hubby a lesson, she threw me out like garbage. I was naked, partially bound still without my purse. Longest walk of shame I ever had. I was almost home, when a nice man offered me a ride. He thought I had been sexually assaulted . When I explained that I had just been part of some bondage and submission game gone wrong, he saw his chance to force fuck me. At least he drove him home before kicking my naked used body to the curb. Guess I should never go home with strangers.
Can You Pass The Class Bondage For Beginners Taught By A Submissive Whore?
Being a submissive whore I always know my place, at the feet and will of my Domme. One thing that always goes through my mind is how lucky I am that the strong and powerful Domme I serve, knows what the fuck he is doing. I was not always owned and collared, and it was one hell of a road to get where I am now. Too many times bondage and submission is confused, and I could not even count how many times the art of real bondage escaped the men who commanded me. This is why I now teach a little bit of bondage for beginners to D&s couples. There is so much to how you tie up your slut, just learning it along the way will be a huge mess! You will generally find me by telephone or Yahoo Instant Messenger. You can also email me at the same Yahoo ID that is on my main page. Send
me a message at to set up any beginner S&M class with me. I have over 25 years in the lifestyle and would love to share my knowledge and experiences with you! But I also submit to anyone who would love to make me sit at their feet for a little while. You can say I am the open book of submission you have wanted to read for a very long time. This lifestyle is not for everyone, but if owning a sex slave, submissive, or pet intrigues you, do not hesitate to call. I can tell you so many hot stories you would cum harder than you have ever came before. So make sure you bring a towel, you would not want to leave that cum all over your self, that is what I am for, to have the honor of licking your cum.
Bondage Phone Sex Whore turned on by a Home Intruder
I was home alone when I heard a noise in the basement. It was storming pretty bad, so I attributed the loud bang to the wind blowing the cellar door. That was until about a half hour later, when I felt hands around my throat choking me. As I started to scream, my intruder put a gag around my mouth to silence me. He pulled me by my hair into my bedroom, stripped me naked and tied me to the bed. I wondered if my son or one of my masters was behind this home intrusion. I didn’t recognize the man. He was older than me, pretty rough looking, sexy in a bad boy sort of way. I was sure someone I knew was behind this, so I didn’t get too scared. That was until he double fisted my fuck holes with no lube. Ripped my cunt and ass wide open. I was turned on by his power, his command of my holes, but scared too. I was not sure if this man meant to kill me or just violate my body. For hours he fisted my holes. My sheets were bloodied. He never put his cock in me. I was actually sad that he didn’t. What the fuck is wrong with me? I guess I am such a seasoned submissive whore, I even get turned on by a violent intruder. What kind of torture can you envision for me?
Submissive Whore Cydney Get Taken On A Backwoods BDSM Fuckfest
Before I knew it I was hogtied and thrown onto the back of an ATV. I had no idea where he was going, or what he had in store for me. Master told me I needed to be a good submissive whore while he was away at work all week. Of course that is hard for me to do sometimes. So when Master came into the house and did not speak to me until he was tying me up naked to the back of his Quad I was a little worried. He took me deep into the woods and tied me played out to a tree.
I winced as he started whooping me. He knew how to make a spanking phone sex slut like me feel pain on my ass. I tried to yelp out in pain but nothing but drool left my mouth around the bridle that was splayed inside it. I bit down hard though with every strike. A few missed my rump and the whip lashed across my back. He left me there, my ass welted up and in pain.
He came back the next morning. My legs were tired and wrist bloody from struggling to hold myself up against the restraints all night. He held me up and began to shove his stiff hard cock into my ass. I whimpered out, his fucking was rough and angry. Every time he plowed into me he pushed against my swollen and tender ass. I knew I deserved the punishment though. I was a bad bad subby,
Anything for master!
I live to serve him. He is my long dick master and I beg to please him every moment that I am not being used for his pleasure. I love being his show toy for his friends. The way he makes me fuck any and all of them for him at a moment’s notice. I love that look on his face when my eyes are tearing up from him plowing my tonsils with his cock, like he could care less about my pain. It reminds me of my duties as his servant mommy and I love it. He is so young forceful and energetic that I long for his pain when he isn’t here. I may just make him mad tonight so that he will slap me with his cock and piss on me. He will then probably call over some huge cock guys to ass fuck me as punishment. Even when I am a bad little mommy slut my master treats me so well and that is why I live to serve him.
Extreme Bondage Won The Hand
The night started like any other poker night with me serving him and his friends. I made sure the food was always hot and available and that no drink went dry. I emptied the ash trays and dared not gag on the thick smoke that stunk like cigars do. I kept my eyes lowered and not once did I flinch or squeal when I was smacked, pinched, poked or slapped. I watched silently as the new guy to the table, a doctor with lots of money, gingerly sipped his drinks while everyone else gulped theirs down. He methodically lured them into his web increasing the bets and leading them on. I watched as my man got deeper in debt and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I know when he looses all his money I am the thing he offers up. The doctor was hot as hell and had lots of money. It wasn’t long before I was the offering and the doctor was playing his hand. He won and told me to get dressed, I was his for the night. With my panties full of wetness I followed him out of the house and into his car. I didn’t say a word the entire ride. When he pulled up to his office I was a bit confused but I followed him obediently. What happened next was both exciting and maddening at the same time. I have never been with someone that had an extreme titty torture fetish. He would return me as damaged merchandise and Master would take his anger out on me not him. I knew it was going to be along 24 hours for me and I would be sore for at least a week. 

















