Submissive whore mommy Jessica is patiently waiting for Daddy to get home. I’ve been a naughty slut and word got back to Daddy that I was sucking dick without his permission. I know that I’m going to be punished when he gets home and I have to admit that although it turns me on, it’s so humiliating when he punishes me. It’s embarrassing when he bends me over his knee and spanks me like I’m a little girl. I try not to let Daddy see me crying but the sting of his hand across my bare ass brings tears to my eyes with every strike. He knows that and he makes sure that I can feel how powerful and strong he is through his blows across my ass. He keeps me on the verge of tears but brings me right back by rubbing my little pussy and teasing me. It’s humiliating when he makes me stand in the corner with my back to him after he spanks me. He strokes his big, hard cock and comments on the bright red hand prints across my skin. He always asks if I’ve learned my lesson yet and the answer is always “yes sir” even though we both know that he’ll have to continue to punish me the entire time that he owns me. This time, Daddy knew that a spanking was just the start of the punishment that I deserved. He stood me in the corner after he spanked me and scolded me for a while. Then, he made me bend over and grab my ankles. I thought that he would just beat my ass with his thick, leather belt like he usually does but instead, he shoved his rock hard dick into my ass and started force fucking me with no lube or anything. I knew better than to cry or scream but it really hurt the way he reamed my dry asshole. My hole prolapsed around his huge dick but Daddy didn’t give a fuck. His only goals were to punish me and to shoot his load so he kept thrusting in and out until he did. He busted his load and then made me lick him clean before standing me back in the corner to think more about what I had done.
Category: Bondage whore
Jacqueline Becomes A Hot Submissive Slut For Her Masters
I loved being a submissive whore this weekend more than everl! As I lay spread eagle on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse, my heart raced with anticipation. Dominic approached me slowly, his eyes burning with desire as he ran his rough hands over my body. He tied my wrists tightly to the metal rings embedded in the ground, pulling them up above my head until they were stretched taut. The rope bit into my skin but I didn’t care; all that mattered was feeling him inside me again.
He stood back for a moment, taking in every inch of me exposed and vulnerable before him. His gaze lingered on my breasts which jutted out from their restraints begging for attention. With a smirk playing at his lips, he reached down and pinched one nipple hard causing it to ache with pleasure-pain mixed together perfectly . “You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg,” he growled low in his throat making sure everyone knew who belonged where at this moment .
Without further ado ,he knelt between my legs teasingly running his tongue along wet slit causing me shudder uncontrollably underneath him . His fingers found their way inside me once more preparing me for what was about come next while continuing oral assault driving both of us wild with passion . Just when think couldn’t take anymore ,he positioned himself at entrance pushing slowly yet firmly inside filling every corner inside once again claiming what rightfully belonged only him alone .
As he began thrusting harder faster deeper into pussy ,I arched back against restraints moan ing loudly feeling every inch of him stretching me out completely . The sound of our skin slapping together mixed with heavy breaths filled the air around us creating an erotic symphony only meant for each other’s ears alone .
With one hand gripping onto my hip firmly ,he reached around grabbing hold fistful hair pulling back head forcing me to look into his eyes as he took control both physically emotionally pushing boundaries further than ever before . His hips slammed against mine relentlessly driving both closer towards climax neither wanting let go until finally reaching peak simultaneously screaming each other’s names as waves pleasure washed over them leaving them spent but wanting more still.
Bondage Whore Bernice Sometimes Regrets Being a Rope Bunny
Most days, I want to be a bondage whore. However, then there are days like yesterday I wish that I had never told anyone that I enjoy being a rope bunny. My master could be considered an expert at tying women up. He has been a rope master since I was in diapers. But as he ages, his strength dissipates. So, sometimes he uses surrogates to tie me up. And some of them, like his friend Alex, get extremely rough with me. And men like that make me regret being a rope bunny.
Master summoned me to the club last night. His friend needed a slave to practice his rope skills on. My master often takes younger men under his wing and helps them be dominant slave owners. Alex clerked for a friend of his, and they became friendly. Perhaps, master saw potential in him. He has an eye for natural domes. Just like he has an eye for submissive sex slaves.
The Life of Submissive Slaves Gets Painful Sometimes
Alex used me to practice his rope skills. From a simple hogtie to a more complicated reverse prayer tie, Alex used me as his practice doll. But Alex tied me up too well. Perhaps, master spoiled me by never binding me too tightly. And I don’t know if that’s because of his age or if he just never wanted to inflict pain. But Alex did not care about my comfort level. And I suppose most men do not.
The reverse prayer tie almost dislocated my shoulder. Master could see me crying, grimacing in pain. However, he never stopped Alex. He let him run the show. And he just sat back and masturbated. Today, my arm is in a sling. Plus, I have rope burns all over my body. And I can barely move. The life of a submissive whore can be dangerous.
The Brunette’s Bondage: A Nasty Narrative
As a brunette beauty, I exude a different kind of allure, a dark and mysterious charm that beckons dominate males. My hair is a beacon, attracting the most sadistic of masters. I’m not just a possession—I’m an obsession.My current owner is no different. He found me, a stray ready to be tamed, and put a collar around my neck. To the world, I’m a submissive slave, but to him, I’m his prized possession, his personal whore.
I’m often left bound and gagged, awaiting his return. The click of his boots signals my reward, and IArch my back in anticipation. He relishes in my helplessness, taking advantage of my vulnerable state.His hands explore my body, and his lips leave marks where they touch. I’m his canvas, and he’s the artist, painting me with bruises and bite marks. The pain is a symphony, a precursor to the main event.
He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he thrusts his thick, pulsing cock down my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t care, using my mouth as his personal playground. My eyes water, but the tears only add to his pleasure. The brunette in me emerges as I take his abuse, craving more. I’m a nasty little slut, and I love it when he treats me like one. My pussy drips with anticipation, and my ass twitches, eager for his invasion.