Category: Bondage submission

Hog Tied Whore

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Master loves to push me to my limits. He knows all my weaknesses, kinks and boundaries. He puts all of them into one ball of passion then tears it up and trashes it. Because with master, there is no boundaries or weakness. He wants me to full submit to him and whatever he wants. He loves to hog tie me like a good piggy whore and use my body however he pleases. He loves to see me squirm and pant like a little slut.

Master uses my wand on full power to titillate my cunt until it’s dripping wet and my clit is twitching. He pushes my rose bud asshole past its limits my shoving increasingly bigger and bigger dildos inside of me until it’s wet and gaping. There is no mercy in Master’s dungeon. Master will fuck with all five senses in increasingly sensual and painful ways. He will tickle, fuck and abuse every inch of me until I am a wet ball of squirting, squealing hog tied whore.

 

Daddy has a new doll

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Daddy brought over a cute blonde today. Naomi is a hot piece of ass. I was able to get acquainted with her. Daddy told me I could treat her however I wanted. I knew he was testing me and seeing how far I would take things. I was going to show him that I have been a slave pet that has learned a thing or two from her great master. I wasted no time I got right to it and slapped Naomi so hard I’m sure the whole building heard her screeching screams. It was filled with pain and no pleasure. I proceeded and finished her off with a few more bare bottom spankings and moved on to her twat. I pounded it until she was in tears. I think the master is proud of the ruthless slut I have become. I may be shy and timid as his submissive princess but, I am a dominant mistress to all other slave sluts.

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Cleaning House

Bondage phone sexWe have an understanding.  You know that I have a very lucrative private life, and that I also have my own things to take care of at my house.  This was discussed before we started our relationship.  You also know that I am positively Obsessive Compulsive when it comes to cleaning and having things done on a schedule.  You witnessed this yourself when I had a panic attack because I could not get home in time to feed my dog.  She is fed at a certain time every single day, and I never deviate from that.

When you called to say you wanted to come over I was going to say no because this was my time as we discussed.  You assured me it wasn’t for play or anything related to D/s, you just wanted to come over and chat while I did what I had to do.  I told you as long as you sat in one place and didn’t mind periods of being alone as I cleaned the other rooms it would be fine.  You came in and took your shoes off then sat on one of the stools at the counter.  I had finished all other rooms by the time you had arrived.  I only had the kitchen to do and that was almost done too.

We talked as I washed the dishes.  Then I heard you push your stool back to walk up behind me.  You put your hands on my shoulders and kissed my neck.  This was unusual, it threw me off, I wasn’t sure how to respond.  You whispered in my ear that you would like for me to put a pair of heels on while I finished the dishes.  I turned toward you and told you that I do not allow shoes to be worn in my house.  You slapped me on the ass hard and requested it again.  I told you once more that I really did not want to due to the fact that it is just not done in my house.  You slapped my ass again and said, “Please.”

I have never heard you say please.  I relented.  With each step I took I took a mental note of where I stepped so that I could re-wash the floors and vacuum again.  Every time the bottom of my heels came in contact with the floor I cringed a little bit.  I returned to doing dishes.  You then started to move around the things in one of my cupboards.  I was starting to get angry.  You know that my Disorder isn’t anything made up, it is real.  I tried to ignore you but I could feel my body tense up.  You grabbed me and picked me up.  You took me into the living room and tied me up.  I was so pissed!

You then sat me on my kitchen floor and you could tell I was not happy.  You however, were delighted.  You started to move things around, teasing me with it.  I could feel myself on the verge of hyperventilating.  I felt squeezed, my lungs felt like they couldn’t fill up all the way.  The need to fix what you had messed up was overwhelming!  I was so frustrated!  You did all this with a smile on your face, speaking in a pleasant happy tone the whole time.  I had reached my limit.  I writhed against the binds, swear words flew out of my mouth, I didn’t care about any discipline I might receive for speaking to you like that, I was beyond livid.  After all, you stated that there would be no D/s play today.

You finally chuckled, came over to me, untied me and let me up. I told you to leave!  You refused and instead, you put things back exactly as they had been.  You even allowed me to take off my heels, and you vacuumed and scrubbed the floors that I had stepped on.  I didn’t know what to say. Then you came to me, placed a long kiss on my lips and said, “Just because this is your house doesn’t mean you aren’t still mine when you are in it. Always remember that.”

I Know My Role

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I know my role, Master. A blonde bondage whore like me has been conditioned into being the perfect subby slut for you. A good submissive whore like me dedicates my entire body and mind to you master. I submit to your will and only speak when spoken too. I yearn for your punishment and my throbbing cunt aches when you withhold my pleasure as punishment.

My cunt gets so wet when you clamp my nipples tightly and clamp my miserable cunt with clothes pins as you hold my vibrating wand to my quivering clit. I thank you and am gracious when you bound my tight perky body with ropes. The ball gag you place in my whore mouth keeps me completely silent as you whip, slash and abuse my porcelain skin. I know my role, Master and I bow before you and worship your cock whenever I can.

Bondage Whore Robyn

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 It is dark in the closet where this bondage whore has been thrown. When My husband finds out I was trying to find a side Dom, I will be punished. Why does that excite me so much? My pussy is dripping thinking about the man I met online and what he will do to me. And my hole is throbbing when I am late making dinner and my whoreness is exposed to my Husband and Brats. I went looking for a soft Master. One who would caress my ass and face after a whipping or cock sucking. But no my submissive side must show so well. I got fucked hard, with my panties pushed to the side and when This dom got a call he threatened severe torture if I made a whimper from this dark closet.  I have been bound and the ropes hurt. I hear a female yelling and crying asking where is she. I am almost afraid she will find me. Females can be very cruel. She sounds 20 years younger. I hear things being overturned and My Dom begging her to stop. Do you think she found me? Did she beat me and make me squirt for her? To be continued…

Just a pet

I was on display again, but this time it was in front of his wife. He had to prove to her that I was a toy and nothing more than a cock worshiping cunt. I had to be there and clean up his mess. I had to suck him off and make him happy while I had to make his wife happy too, Deep down inside I know he likes me the most but by his wife he will show me no mercy and mistreat me a hundred times more than usual. I have to lick and suck her pissy cunt. I have also to let her fuck me till my holes bleed. I have to indulge in all the piss they want to throw my way. I can’t deny what they wish, to do to me, and I have to be a good fuck slut and take orders. I am a sub whore forever and always. I will never get the lines blurred. My master has made it clear I am his slave and nothing more even if he does love fucking my holes the most.

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Bondage Whore at Work

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I am a bondage whore. No matter who I am with, he always wants to tie me up. That doesn’t matter so much at home, but at the office it makes it difficult to do my job. My boss was in a foul mood Friday. I still don’t know what he was pissed about, but I felt his wrath. Before I could tackle my work, he came into my office and slapped me. He was pissed his coffee was lukewarm. It would have been the right temperature if he had been on time, but I knew better than to tell him that. He is such a prick. For the minor mishap of lukewarm coffee, he ripped my blouse off and bound my chest. Not only did he tie up my tits, but he also tied me to the chair. My arms were bound to the arms of the chair. It was difficult to move, let alone type, but he gave me a pile of work and a deadline. If I thought this was bad, it would be nothing compared to what would have happened if I missed the deadline. Sometimes, I think he sets me up to fail just so he can justify being rougher on me. I failed to get the work done by 3 pm. I had to type with a pen in my mouth. When I can’t use my hands, it makes it hard to type 60 words per minute. When I failed to get the work done on time, he shoved his cock down my throat. I am good at cock worshiping but this was skull fucking. Intense, rough oral that left me struggling to breathe. That was followed by fisting my ass without any lubrication. By the time he was done, my jaw was sore, my ass was bleeding and my tits had rope burns. Just another day at the office.

Masters New Roleplay Fetish

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Master held me by the face and threw me an FBI outfit.  He demanded I make the roleplay believable. I was given no direction. After I was dressed he dropped me off three miles from home. This whore had the whole slutty tight outfit but no shoes. My tits were heaving and my body was shaking as I read the note on the back door. “Whore, there are three clues hidden to your pleasure or demise, choose wisely fucktoy!’

My pussy wet as I broke in and began to search. The first clue was a bejeweled but plug. I looked around and pulled my pants down and inserted it to my perfect wanting asshole. I went to our room and hanging in my cage was a gag. I took it and put it on. All of a sudden my master stood over me and had his binding rope in his hands. Good submissive slut, as he tied me and pushed my gag to the side and shoved his cock down my throat.  Hot spunk went down my throat as he said we would do it again until I got it right. What could he possibly want from me? 

Submissive and Bondage Whore

bondage whoreWhen you are a bondage whore, you go through great measures to get tied up. Many of those measures put you at risk. Pain whores have it easier. It is not difficult to inflict pain on yourself. It is more difficult to tie your own self up, however. I was desperate for some bondage games. My boss isn’t in to bondage. He just likes to whip me and torture me. My son will tie me up, but he will leave me for days. So, there aren’t people in my life who will tie me up. I need to go on fet life or Tinder or visit a bondage club. Most of the clubs were closed for the holidays, so I met a guy on Fet Life. Normally, I am more careful with strangers, but my need to be bound and gagged out weighed my sensibilities. I invited Nathan to my home. Things didn’t go well from the get-go. I had a form of buyer’s remorse. I tried to change my mind when I saw him. He was repulsive looking, and he smelled. He charged the door and tied me up. I was scared because I didn’t know what he was capable of and he was in my home. He stood over me calling me names like fat pig and whore. He kicked me several times. He even pissed on me. He circled me for hours hurling insults and kicking me. His cock was in his hand the entire time. He was mumbling something about a submissive whore not being able to reject him. He clearly was unbalanced. I didn’t know if he would kill me or fuck me. He did neither. He pissed on me, kicked me until I was black and blue and insulted me for hours then just left. My daughter came home and found me. She just shook her head and told me I was going to get myself killed.

Becoming His Pain Slut

BDSM phone sexI have discovered something about myself.  I love pain.  Well I do not love it, it hurts like a son of a bitch but I get off on it.  I didn’t even realize the effect it had on me until He mentioned it.  The ropes were tight against my pussy and clit.  Every once in a while He would come over to grab the rope and move it slightly.  It pinched my pussy lips and clit and caused me to gasp.

I couldn’t move at all, my legs and arms were firmly secured in place.  I wanted so badly to move them away from that area because the bite of the rope hurt more than anything else.  He knew that and would slap my tits because I was thinking about it.  He always knows.  He then took a crop and slapped it lightly against my pussy lips which caused the ropes to move even more.

The little taps became harder and harder.  I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain, and my body was shaking.  I was almost jumping off the bed, or as much as I could anyway, which wasn’t much.  He pulled his cock out, pulled the tape off my mouth, then stuck his cock down my throat so that I couldn’t breath for a few seconds.  He then smacked my already sore clit and lips with the crop again, He pulled His cock out, then dove back in.  He asked me if His slut loved pain.  I tried to shake my head no, He slapped my clit even harder.  I cried out. 

He asked me a few more times and each time I would frantically try to shake my head no while he was face fucking me slowly, and each time the crop would come down harder.  He put the crop down, bent over me, parted the ropes, shoved two fingers into my pussy and pulled them out.  He removed his hard cock from my mouth only to thrust His fingers in.  I could taste myself.  He looked down at me and said, “My slut loves pain or her pussy would not be pouring out juice like that.”  He pulled his fingers out to put His cock back in, He pushed His dick into my throat as far as He could and came.

He looked down at me and smiled.  He said, “My very own pain slut, who knew?”  He then slapped my clit over and over again, not hard, but hard enough.  I could feel the orgasm building.  I was shocked!  He said, “Tell me you are My pain slut.”  I couldn’t bring myself to say it.  He stopped.  He told me He wouldn’t continue until I admitted to what I was.  I almost screamed out, “I’m Your pain slut!”  I needed release so badly.  He kissed my lips then rubbed my clit until I came.  I wonder what other delicious torturous adventures await me.