Category: Bondage submission

Erotic Bondage Stories Are A Crucial Part Of Slave Training

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“Kneel, slut. Now.”

 

The command hits me like a physical blow, and I drop instantly. My knees slam into the hardwood floor, my back straight, chest pushed out, and hands clasped firmly behind my ass. This is my default state. I don’t speak unless spoken to, and when I do, every sentence must start and end with the proper acknowledgment of my Master’s status.

 

“Yes, Master. I am ready for my instructions, Master,” I moan, keeping my eyes locked on his boots.

 

He reaches down, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head back so I have to look up at him. “Remind me of the speech rules, Edith.”

 

“I am a mindless, fucking hole, Master. I only speak to praise you or beg for your cock, Master,” I gasp, my breath hitching.

 

He sneers, his thumb pressing hard into my cheek. “And your posture when you aren’t kneeling?”

 

“I must keep my legs parted and my back arched, Master. I am never to close my thighs or hide my pussy from your sight, Master.”

 

He lets go of my hair, letting my head snap forward. “Good. You’re starting to remember. Now, crawl over here and lick the dust off my shoes. Use your tongue, slut. I want to feel every wet swipe.”

 

I don’t hesitate. I drop my chest to the floor, crawling forward on all fours, my tits swinging. I press my face against the leather, my tongue darting out to lap at the soles of his boots. I can smell the street and the scent of his power, and it makes my pussy soak through my thin lace panties. I’m nothing but a tool for his pleasure, and the strictness of it makes me ache

Spanking phone sex gives this submissive whore the release she needed

Spanking phone sex, last week had fucked me raw between work, stress, every asshole wanting something from me until I was empty and desperate for the sting from my Master. Friday night I was already on all fours for Master Beast, ass shoved high, cunt gaping and leaking for his force. I needed him to beat the shit out of me. His strong hand cracked down hard. The slap exploded across both of my ass cheeks and I yelped, pussy clenching so hard a fresh gush of cream came rushing out. He didn’t stop. Palm after heavy palm turned my ass into a furnace. My fleshy ass  jumped, jiggled, burned. I ground my soaked cunt against nothing, smearing slick all while I begged down my thighs like the filthy whore I am. Harder, Maste wreck my fucking ass! That’s when the leather strap came next. It bit down deep, raising fat, throbbing welts that pulsed with my clit. Every stroke sent a shock straight to my hole. Tears and spit ran down my chin. My asshole winked. My cunt was throbbing. He laid the strap on until both cheeks were pure fire engine red, swollen, striped, and so hot they radiated the heat and friction. The welts were there and I fucking live for them! I came just from the pain cunt spasming, squirting onto the floor, ass bouncing under the next brutal hits while I sobbed and thanked him. When he finally stopped and squeezed my blazing, welted , meaty ass the juice ran down my thighs even more. The week was gone. Only the burn, the bruises, and the mess between my legs remained his perfect, used up little whore.spanking phone sex

Hardcore bondage makes me suffer the way I deserve

Hardcore bondage means all the suffering, zero cumming. I am not allowed to cum without his permission. And he does everything he can to make me a desperate horny mess.

I live for the pain, the humiliation, the complete submission to his every whim.

Last weekend he chained me up, leaving me suspended, a human specimen for his pleasure and punishment—twenty-four long hours of torment.

His cruel touch knows no bounds. Every vicious slap to my ass and tits, each painful twist of the ropes, only serves to fan the flames of my desperate hunger for more.Hardcore bondage

The paddle relentlessly smacks against my exposed flesh, leaving me crying for permission. But he said no; I would have to hold it until he said so. So I did; it was so hard, but I held back. I thought maybe after a few hours he would know that I am a dedicated Bondage whore and allow my pussy to cum.

But 14 hours later, my limbs were numb, and my pussy still had no release. In between the beatings, he would make it even worse by making me suck on him. His cock tasted so good I could squirt right there, but still no release.

I didn’t think I would be there for a whole day and night, and by the time he was bored with me, I could barely walk; surely this is when he would give me mercy. But no, he used me as his cum rag and kicked me out the door without ever allowing my pussy to cum.

Erotic bondage stories the art of his choking makes my cunt drip

Erotic bondage stories, there is nothing more satisfying than the second Master Beast’s powerful hands clamp around my throat. I’m his cock-hungry little slut, and the art of his choking is the purest way I get off. He pins me down, knees spreading my thighs wide, his massive cock already hard and leaking against my dripping cunt. Those big hands lock around my neck thumbs pressing hard on either side of my windpipe, fingers digging into the sides. Air vanishes. My eyes roll back. My pussy clenches so hard it aches. The pressure is perfect just enough to make my vision sparkle black at the edges while my clit throbs like a second heartbeat. I gurgle and twitch under him, hips humping desperately at nothing. Spit runs down my chin. My nipples are hard. Every vein in my body screams. He growls, take it, whore, and fucks into me in long, brutal strokes while he chokes me. The dual sensation wrecks me cock stretching my soaked cunt, hands owning my breath. I can’t moan. I can’t beg. All I can do is drool and cream all over his shaft as the oxygen starvation turns every thrust into pure lightning. Just when my lungs burn and my body starts to go limp, he loosens his grip. I suck in a ragged, screaming gasp and that first rush of air detonates me. I squirt hard, gushing around his cock, convulsing, eyes streaming, totally broken. He keeps fucking me through it, choking me again the second I start to come down, forcing orgasm after ruined orgasm out of my ruined hole until I’m a shaking, drooling mess of bruises and cum. This is how a true submissive cums throat owned, cunt stuffed, mind blank, completely owned by her Master Beast.erotic bondage stories

Submissive Whore Gets Slave Training In Extreme Bondage

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I knelt on the cold floor, a submissive whore, my wrists bound tight behind my back, shivering in anticipation. Master didn’t ask, he commanded. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back with a sharp tug that exposed my throat, and then he shoved two thick fingers deep into my mouth. I gagged, my eyes watering as he pushed past my tongue, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. He impaled me with a heavy silicone plug, jamming it into my tight pussy with one brutal, uncompromising thrust.

 

“Do you say no, Edith?” he growled, his palm cracking across my cheek.

 

“No, Master,” I whimpered, my hips instinctively bucking, trying to swallow the plug deeper. He flipped me over, spreading my cheeks wide, and drove a thick glass dildo into my tight ass. I screamed, my body shaking from the sudden stretch, but I pushed back against the intrusion, craving the feeling of being split open. He spent the hour rotating toys, swapping the glass for a vibrating plug and the silicone for a ribbed shaft, drilling me relentlessly. Every time I gasped for air, he shoved his cock into my mouth, pumping deep into my throat until I choked on his cock. I realized then that my only purpose was to be filled; my body was nothing more than a playground for his whims.

Slave training makes me hang from your wall for hours

Slave trainingMy extreme Slave training is every month. It’s kinda like reprogramming for broken cocksleeves like me. Before I even get to sample that thick, mean cock of my Master’s, I’ve already endured hours of agonizing suspension.

My skin’s on fire from the rough ropes, and my muscles are screaming for mercy, but of course, I get none of that. Not. A. Drop. No, sir. While I dangle there, like a marionette with snapped strings, He whips me into shape – literally.

They take turns flailing cruel lashes across my back and ass, forcing me to cry and beg for more. More pain, more abuse, more degradation. That’s what I need to be molded into the perfect, obedient slave.

He demands everything from me, and I give it to him.

Total, unadulterated submission. After the beating he makes me crawl, he makes me worship his dick with my mouth, and then he makes me cum on his powerful cock like the needy Bondage whore I am.

A Little Pussy Spanking Never Hurt Nobody ☺️

Bondage and submission is what I crave. As I lie here playing with my vibrator, I can’t help but reminisce on last night’s fun. Me hanging there, suspended in intricate shibari ropes: my arms bound behind my back, legs spread wide and my ankles tied to the backs of my thighs. The thick ropes dig into my brown flesh, framing my exposed cunt perfectly.

My dom circles me, then brings his palm down hard on my swollen pussy lips. “Fuck!”  Another sharp slap lands directly on my clit. Then another. Each blow making my juices splatter. Bondage and submission

“Oh you love this, don’t you?” He teases me. “Look! Your black cunt is dripping like a whore’s,” he growls, delivering rapid spanks that make the puffy pink flesh of my vulva turn a bright red. 

He stands between my legs and uses his thumbs to pulls either side of my pussy lips open. “Look at this greedy nigger hole clenching for more.” He taunts me more, continuing his assault on my cunt.

I can’t help but thrash in my bonds, screaming as the relentless pussy spanking pushes me over the edge. Orgasm ripping through me, cunt pulsing visibly while I howl and squirt down my thighs. The ropes hold me tight as wave after wave of pleasure makes my body jerk and convulse.

 

Erotic submissive stories giving up my power to Master Beast with rope play

Erotic submissive stories with Master Beast, in the dim glow of our private sanctuary, I become his little submissive toy, completely. I am a willing vessel of pleasure, and nothing fulfills me more than the intricate dance of erotic bondage rope play with Master Beast. It begins with the rope. Thick, soft jute fibers slide across my skin like a lover’s promise. Master Beast moves with deliberate power, his strong hands looping, knotting, and binding me. On this occasion my wrists are drawn behind my back, elbows kissing, chest thrust forward in helpless offering. The rope crisscrosses my breasts, creating pressure that makes every breath a reminder of my submission. He takes his time with my thighs, frog-tying my legs so I’m open, exposed, and utterly at his mercy. I love when he reassures me  telling me, you’re my perfect little whore in his low growling voice. The words send heat flooding between my legs. I crave the degradation as much as the care. Bound tight, I can only whimper and tremble as his fingers explore my dripping folds, teasing, edging, owning. The ropes bite just enough to ground me in the moment. Every tug, every shift of my body pulls the harness tighter, stimulating sensitive nerves while I remain powerless to resist. Master Beast circles me like a predator, admiring his work, his cock hard and ready. When he finally takes me deep, relentlessly, using my bound body for his pleasure the intensity is overwhelming. I cum harder than I ever have, lost in the blend of pain, pleasure, and total surrender. This is my bliss. In his ropes, I am free. Master Beast doesn’t just bind my body he liberates my deepest desires. I am his devoted whore, craving the next session where I’ll be tied, teased, and thoroughly used again.erotic submissive stories

Hardcore Bondage for Submissive Whore

 

hardcore bondageMy arms are wrenched high above my head, wrists bound tight with rough hemp that bites into my skin. I’m suspended from the ceiling of the warehouse, my toes barely grazing the cold concrete. My legs are spread wide, lashed to heavy iron rings, leaving my pussy and ass completely exposed to the crowd of hungry men circling me.

“Look at this pathetic little slut,” one of them sneers, his voice booming. He steps forward and slaps my wet cunt hard, the sound echoing. I gasp, my body jolting against the ropes. “Hanging here like a piece of meat, just waiting to be used.”

I can’t move; I can only tremble as they take turns insulting my desperation. Another man steps behind me, his breath hot on my neck. He doesn’t waste time, shoving his thick, throbbing cock deep into my tight ass without warning. I scream, the sudden invasion stretching me open, while another man steps in front, gripping my chin and forcing his cock into my mouth.

I am a toy, a mindless hole for their pleasure. I feel the friction of multiple cocks sliding in and out of me, the wet sounds of slapping skin filling the air. They call me a waste, a hole, a whore, while they pump their loads into my throat and my leaking pussy. I am suspended, broken, and utterly owned, shivering in the bliss of my own public degradation.

Spanking phone sex always gets my ass tanned

Spanking phone sex, the moment he tells me to bend over, my cunt starts dripping. I love getting my ass spanked hard and mercilessly until it’s bright red and throbbing. He yanks my skirt up, rips my panties down to my knees, and pulls me across his lap. My bare ass is completely exposed. The first hard smack cracks across my cheeks, making me yelp as the sharp sting explodes across my skin. He doesn’t hold back. Slap after brutal slap rains down, turning my pale ass into a burning, cherry red mess. Each impact makes my pussy clench and leak all over his thigh. I moan like a slut, pushing my ass up for more. Harder, please, begging for more. He laughs and spanks me even rougher, switching to his heavy wooden paddle that leaves deep, hot bruises. The pain is so intense it makes my eyes water, but my cunt is soaked and aching to be fucked. The sting radiates through my whole body, mixing with dirty pleasure until I’m humping his leg like a desperate bitch in heat. I crave the humiliation too being called a worthless spanking slut while he beats my ass purple. Afterwards I can barely sit down. I stand in front of the mirror, spreading my cheeks to admire the handprints and welts, fingering my dripping hole while replaying every slap. Nothing turns me on more than a dominant man who knows exactly how to punish my greedy ass. I live for those long, brutal spanking sessions that leave me marked, sore, and completely satisfied!spankingphonesex