My master told me to be ready at 8 for a little fun. I was so excited, I made sure I cleaned all my lady bits well, just the way he likes them. Then I dressed in a cute top and skirt and waited for his arrival. When he picked me up, he kissed my cheek and told me I was going to have a good time tonight. We drove to his lake house and had dinner and drinks. Then he told me to follow him to the barn to see the new playroom he had made just for me. I couldn’t wait. When I walked in it was full of whips and paddles and chains and machines. My pussy was already wet thinking of the fun that we were going to have. He motioned me to a stand, raised my arms and fastened them above me. He then stuck his hand up my skirt and started playing with my already warm, wet pussy. Just as I was enjoying myself the door opened and about a dozen or so men arrived. The walked toward him with cash in their hands. He told the boys that he had already gotten that pussy wet and that I was all theirs. They handed him some cash and came towards me. They ripped my clothes off me. They whipped me, ravaged my holes, pulled my nipples and stuck every object they could find up my pussy and ass. I am not going to lie, the pain felt so good. I wouldn’t let my master know but I orgasmed so many times that night that I think gangbang phone sex is my new kink.
Category: Bondage submission
Gangbang Phone Sex is my New Kink
Punishment for Playing with my Pussy
I was bad again. My Master had caught me playing with my pussy in the bathtub. I knew he had installed cameras throughout the house to watch me, but I didn’t know he had one in the shower. I had even closed the shower curtain to avoid any camera’s in the bathroom. So, when my phone dinged and a video of me pleasuring myself appeared on my phone with instructions to meet him at 7:00pm, I knew I was in trouble. I did as tell and showed up early, undressed, wearing only heels and a collar and knelt waiting for him to arrive. When he walked in the door, he said not a word to me, just grabbed me by the collar and drug me to the basement. He still didn’t speak to me as he sat me down on the fucking machine and strapped me in and handed me the wand. He even applied electric nodules to my pussy so that he could shock me whenever he wanted. He then positioned the fucking machine deep inside me. He put it on high and turned it on so that it was continually ramming my wet bald pussy. He turned the wand on high and positioned it on my clit, grasping my hands to hold it in place. He then stood back to watch me have forced orgasm after forced orgasm, knowing how painful they would become. As tears ran down my cheeks and my pussy hurt from the fucking machine and the electric shocks, my Master laughed. He made me continue for what seemed hours before he finally turned off the machines, lifted me up and bent me over ramming his dick deep inside my raw pussy, fucking me hard until he shot his warm load deep inside me. He them pushed me to my knees to clean his cock. He dressed and left without saying a word to me.
Bondage Phone Sex Photo Shoot
I love being a bondage phone sex whore. It is hard to tie myself up, but I can bind my tits at least and my ankles. I got into bondage decades ago. Most of the official masters I have had in my life have enjoyed tying me up. I frequent bondage clubs and I recently started doing some fetish bondage photo shoots. Nothing professional. Pretty much just horny men who want to pay me to tie me up and take photos for their spank bank. I answer ads on this knock off site of the Back Pages. Lewis had a foot fetish. He wanted to pay me to bind my feet and cum on them. Of course, he wanted to take photos too. I knew master wouldn’t find out. A girl must make a living, right? Master pays me, but I have two teens and everything they want, and need, is expensive. So, I started moonlighting. Most of the men have been pretty tame. I figured a foot fetish guy would be the tamest of them all. I was wrong. It went vanilla like I thought initially. My feet and hands were bound. He jacked off on my feet a few times, taking pictures. He excused himself to the other room, leaving me tied up and covered in his sticky goo. When he came back, he was not alone. I never heard anyone else in his place. They had been as quiet as church mice. Five teenage boys, presumably his sons, entered the room where I was with their cocks in their hands. They started stroking their cocks over my bound body. It was like something out of a bukkake phone sex scene. Horny teen boys nutting all over my body. If they had just cum on my feet that would have been fine, but they gang banged me too. I did not agree to that, but I was tied up. Not much I could do to stop them. Lewis wanted pictures of teenage boys fucking me. I don’t think he ever cared about my feet.
Bondage Whore Bernice
When you are a bondage whore, life can be unpredictable. I go to fetish clubs often. Master doesn’t mind because fetish clubs are rarely about fucking and I maintain my submissive nature. I just went home with the wrong man. Story of my life. It has happened before and will happen again. Harry was a dominant master. He is looking for a new sub. His last one moved for work. I have seen him at this bondage club often. He was always with a pretty blonde. When I saw him alone last night, I put myself in his eyesight. I wanted him to tie me up. I knew he was a rope expert. We got a room. He was not a big talker, but he did bind me like a parcel package. I felt like a contortionist. He had me in some unnatural positions. When the club closed, he suggested we go to his place. He knew I was owned, and we could not fuck. He didn’t want to fuck me. I was too old for his tastes. He likes a young submissive whore, but he had no problem perfecting his already excellent bondage skills with me. He tied me up so securely, I couldn’t move without fear of breaking a bone. He excused himself to use the bathroom and never came back until the next morning. He left me tied up tightly on a guest bed while he slept. I pissed the bed. I was dying of thirst and I was cold. When he came back the next morning, he had to cut the ropes because even he could not undo the knots. I had rope burns on my wrists and my ankles. I could barely walk when I left. He gave me his card and suggested we do it again. I took his card, but in my head, I was saying hell no as I ran out his door.
My Master’s Entertainment
I know that I belong to my Master. So, when he tells me that my body is to be used and abused by his friends for entertainment I simply obey. Secretly I enjoy it, truly I do. I love to be spanked and degraded and fucked furiously by as many men at a time as I can. I would never let him know that though. One morning he told me that I was to go get my body waxed, hair done, douche my snatch and enema my shit hole. I knew I was in for a treat. I did exactly as I was instructed and when he examined my body he was pleased. We rode to his lodge and he told me to undress. I undressed and stood there with my head down as I am not worthy to look at these men’s faces. They bound me with ropes and left me there as they drank, ate and partied. Soon my Master came over to me and announced that all my holes were open to do with what they pleased. I felt my heart flutter and then I felt my pussy getting wet. They didn’t even take turns, they ravaged me like a pack of animals. They used my tits to suck on, bite, whip and piss on. They smacked my face, squirted their cum on my face and pulled my mouth wide open as they rammed their dicks inside. They spanked my ass so hard it was numb. They fucked my ass hard, filling it with their loads each time, they inserted dildos, candles, cigarettes and broom handles. The tore my pussy up. It was bit, beat, fucked and burned. By the time they were finished my entire body was covered with cum and piss. I would never let my master know but I had so many orgasms that I lost count. My body will need to recover but my insatiable appetite for orgasms was fulfilled.











