Master came home tonight with an evil gleam in his eye. He ordered me down to the dungeon and to get naked. I hurried and did as requested and he said that tonight we were going to do some extreme bondage. I shivered as I knew that it was about to be a bad night for me. He tied me up so that my arms and legs were behind me and then suspended me from the ceiling. He put my ball gag in and then taped over it so that I couldn’t get too loud. He then proceeded to use me like a punching bag. He punched me in the face, the torso and my thighs. He then used my tits like speed bags. I was crying and screaming but he didn’t care. He then moved on to practice his kickboxing. By the time we were done that night I was so exhausted and bruised that Master had to carry me upstairs and into bed. He then proceeded to tie me up and fuck me as roughly as he could. My pussy was swollen and purple by the time he spilled his baby batter inside me. He then untied me so I could clean him up.
Category: Bondage submission
Bondage Whore For Christmas
Being a bondage whore for my Master is one of the most joyful times in my life. Whenever he desires it, I am bound and gagged – completely at his mercy. Sometimes he just leaves me there to think about all of the times I’ve done something to disappoint him. Those times are pretty torturous, but I know that I deserve them. One day, Master will have transformed me into the perfect submissive slut, but I guess I’m pretty hard to train. He really has his hands full with me.
But my favorite things is when Master has his way with me. He loves to use me like a nasty slut while I’m bound and gagged. He doesn’t care about anything except his pleasure when it’s time for him to take advantage of my body. Sometimes he ties me face down so I can’t see what’s going on and he brings other men in to fuck me. But they don’t fuck my pussy. That would be too exciting for me. He likes to let them fuck my ass with just enough lube to get their cocks inside me. It still hurts a lot and my Master gets off on that. Do you want to hear more about what Master does to me? Just call me and I will tell you everything and I’ll probably get in trouble with that, too.
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.



















