Every time I come over to my brother’s house, he’s always walking around with his shirt off and in his boxers. We always drink together and hang out, but the other night he took things a step further. He made one of his “special drinks” and I got entirely too intoxicated that I couldn’t drive home. He offered for me to crash there and that I could sleep in his room in which I obliged. Even through my drunk haze, I could feel his hands groping me as he helped me up the stairs and into his room. I didn’t put too much thought to it, laid down and went into a drunken slumber. A while later, I heard the door squeak as it opened back up. I saw the light of the hallway before the door shut again. I thought my brother was just checking on me until I felt his remove the blanket from over my naked body. I moaned with anticipation as he rubbed my body up and down, ending his journey with his fingers inside my pussy. “What are you doing?” I asked. He quickly told me to shut up as he continued to finger my pussy. Even though I knew this was wrong, it was feeling too right. He lifted me up and placed me on my knees on the floor as he placed a collar around my neck and ball gag in my mouth. “You’re going to be a good whore, right sis?” he asked. I nodded in agreement as he lifted me to my feet. He kissed and licked me all over before leaning me on the bed and burying his huge dick in me. He used the collar to choke me as he pounded my pussy, my moans being muffled by the gag in my mouth. This was the best sex I had ever had and it was with my brother. He fucked me so good and made sure no one could hear my screams, the only time he removed the gag from my mouth was when I was deepthroating his cock. I keep replaying it like a movie in my head, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. The way he felt, the way he commanded and dominated me, I couldn’t believe it. He’s my brother, but I’m definitely going to get that good dick again!
Category: Bondage submission
My Bondage and Submission Roots
Bondage and submission is what I was put on this earth to do. Men cannot just tie up any whore. Well, they can, but not all women are willing bondage slaves. There are no consequences tying me up because I am a willing whore. I was not always, however. It is weird how the things you hated when you were young you grow up to love. I was just a little girl when my mother left me. She met a new man, and I was expendable. She knew what a mean man my father was, and she left me with him. Left me to fend for myself and she never looked back. Never came looking for me, not even when I was an adult. When I was just a peanut, daddy tied me to chairs so he could skull fuck me. Maybe he would tie me to my princess bed posters so I would not fight while he forced his cock inside my tiny pussy. When I entered my teen years, daddy upped his game. He became fearful I would runaway and leave him like my mother. He pulled me from school saying I was sick and needed to be home schooled, but he never hired anyone to home school me. He turned me into his sex slave and laid the seeds for me to become a bondage whore as an adult. He caught me once trying to escape through my bedroom window. He thought I was running away, but I just wanted out of the house. At that point it had been months since I went outside. I spent the next 4 years tied up or shackled. Daddy would whip me tied up. He would fuck me tied up. He would sodomize me with his empty beer bottles tied up. And he would let his friends fuck me tied up too. I would be left tied up for hours a day, only released to pee twice a day. I lucked out one day and got loose. I ran away, vowing never to be tied up again. We know how that turned out for me though.
Bondage me up
We went out to the club last night and were treated to some sexy bondage. The women wandering around were all in various stages of being tied up or cuffed. We were served our drinks by a woman with her breasts bound. Saw a few others with hands bound either in front or behind. Some even had a leg bound up and they were hopping around. Just before midnight a spotlight came on above the dance floor and a hook lowered from the ceiling. A couple stepped into the light and I could see that the woman was the one who had served our drinks. Her master was there with her and he was deftly tying the rest of her up. He then attached her ropes to the hook and it rose so that she was just off the floor. As she swung slightly above ground he began to use her like a punching bag. He hit her in the face, stomach, breasts and thighs. He then grabbed a flogger and started hitting the rest of her with that. Her back was turning black and blue and one of her eyes had swollen shut but every time she was hit she would yelp and moan a bit. At the end of the show another spotlight came on and it was centered on her pussy so that we could all see how turned on she was. It was dripping and glistening in the light. Master whispered in my ear that it was time to go and when we got home he fucked me harder than ever before. I can’t wait to go back!
Branding my property
Tonight was all about bondage S&M. Master tied me to a chair, taped over my mouth and then told me that tonight I was going to be branded. He had been working with a guy who designed them and finally found one he liked. He started heating it in the fireplace and would remove it on occasion to check that it was heating evenly as it should. Just before he pulled the brand out to use he came over and quickly cut my skirt and panties off. He then took the brand from the fire and brought it over for me to see. I was pleading with my eyes and trying to shake my head no but he just laughed and said that all cattle got branded and that I was nothing but property to him. He then took the brand and pressed it into my left ass cheek. I screamed, tried to move and had tears streaming down my face but he held it in place until it cooled a bit. I have never been in so much pain and was retching from that and the smell of burnt flesh. My master then patted me on the head and said that I did well. He brought over some ointment and applied it to the singed skin before he cut me loose. He leaned down, ripped the tape off of my mouth and told me that he would see me next week. He had left the ointment there for me and I used some more before bed. I cried most of the night and was unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. It took a long couple of days but it has finally scabbed over and doesn’t hurt as much. All I can say is thank you Master for the forever mark!
Who wants to chat?
I have always been open about my bondage habits and so I get a lot of people interested in bondage chat. Many are curious as to what extremes I will go to, some want to know the pain levels involved and my least favorites are the ones who want to tell me that I am a whore and that sex and bondage are wrong. The chats that I enjoy the most however are the ones who are interested in getting their partner involved ad what they need to do. I usually recommend so research online and a simple under the mattress bondage kit that you can buy at any local adult store. I do explain that this is not everyone’s cup of tea and to not be upset if their partner is not into it. I also recommend that they try the bondage themselves so that they also have an understanding of how it feels and the loss of control. I also recommend videos to watch together and if they want to go further then to try classes and seminars put on by the local kink groups to help with their levels of experience. Most are very thankful and will be more open-minded to trying new things with their partners. I am really glad that I can help these people feel more at ease and to help the kink community grow.
Submissive whore
Submissive whore is what my master calls me. He came over last night and I could tell that he was in a dark mood. He reminded me that I am his submissive little whore and that he could do whatever he wanted to my body. He tied me down tight to the table and then brought out his knives. He started slowly tracing the ropes with the smallest one and then brought out the big boy. Normally the big knife doesn’t make an appearance but tonight was a no holds barred kind of night. He cut off the bra and panties that I was wearing and slowly traced my nipples and clit with the sharp end of the knife. I was scared and crying but that just turned him on more. He removed the gag that I had in and shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat. As I was choking and crying more he started rubbing my clit with his fingers. As I got close to orgasm he told me that I could cum but he was going to leave a mark on my pretty body while I did. As I came he sliced just above my left nipple. He was really turned on by then and finished down my throat a few strokes later. Now I will always have a reminder of who I belong to.
Roles Reversed
My pussy won’t stop getting wet with thinking about what I did to you. I loved how I was able to strip you naked and tie you to the bed. I wanted you so badly but you needed to see, you needed to feel just like I do. I wanted you to feel the sensations you make me feel. I made you watch me strip down naked. I rubbed my pussy a little bit so you could see just how wet I was from seeing laying there all helpless like that. I crawled on your face and started riding it. I was smothering you with my pussy and there was nothing you could do about it. I rode your tongue letting it fuck me, making me cum all over your face and mouth. You could see my juices running down your face. It was making me so wet. You tried to fight it and pretend like you don’t like it but I can see your cock getting hard. I know you love when I make you eat this pussy of mine. Be a good boy and make me cum again and maybe next time I will let you fuck me.