Category: Bondage whore

Old School Submissive Whore

submissive whoreLooking for a submissive whore? I’m an old school kind of woman. My mom was June Clever. She was a stay at home mother who doted on me and my brother and worshiped my daddy. On the outside it was all very Mad Men. Wife cooked, cleaned, birthed the brats and had her husband’s martini and slippers ready when he came home from work. But behind closed doors it was 50 Shades of Gray. I was pretty young when I found the special room. It had all sorts of strange devices to a young girl. I know  now those devices intimately. Ball gags, hand cuffs, cat of 9 tails, spreader bars, blind folds, whips, riding crop…. all the accoutrements  of a bondage whore. My mother was my dad’s submissive in and out of the bedroom.

bondage whoreWhen I reached a certain age, I too became my father’s submissive little whore. He taught me how to be a good sex slave. He taught me the art of bondage and BDSM games. But the difference between then and now is that few men are into soft core bondage. The days of master and servant are over. There are no safe words. I need a new master. Mine is just too old for our bondage games.  I enjoy bondage, BDSM and spanking , however they seem so vanilla in comparison to the extreme submissive phone sex things you want me to do. I drink piss; I swallow puke and gallons of cum. I even eat shit. I burn myself with cigarettes; cut myself with razor blades. I put pins through my nipples and sodomize my ass with beer bottles. All these things are what the modern dominate man seems to enjoy, so I deliver.

submissive phone sexPerhaps you can help school me further in modern domination? I am a willing slave, who will never put up a fight. Well, not much of one at least. Check out other submissive women on our Twitter.

HIS Submissive Whore

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My title might be a submissive whore but I am his submissive whore. His submissive slut that takes care of him, and he takes care of me. We take care of each other’s desires. I do everything he tells me to do. I will never disappoint him! I would not like to be punished. I would not be able to imagine what he would do, but I won’t have to worry about that. I have been keeping up with myself. Bathing every day and soaking my body with Epsom salts after I work out. I’ve been making smoothies in the mornings to stay healthy and to keep my body ready for breeding. I just got my toes done and my nails so when we go out this weekend I look like a good submissive slut. I am HIS submissive slut and that’s all I want. I enjoy him telling me what to do but still encouraging me as a women…he’s the best master I could ever have.

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Submissive Whore: What are Your Rape Phone Sex Fantasies?

submissive whoreSubmissive whore Bernice is should be my legal name. No last name, because I belong to which ever man I am with at the moment. My current long term master is in his 60s. He is winding down on the S and M games. He was always more old school domination anyway. Actually, the men today are a completely different breed and it scares me. Master respected my code words. He never scarred me, or put me in any real danger, but the men I meet online and at fetish clubs make him look like a Disney character. Over the weekend, I tried this new bondage club in Cincinnati. I had to drive a few hours, so I booked a hotel room for the weekend. It is a high end bondage club, invite only. I felt so honored to get a golden ticket to this place that it never occurred to me that it would not be as upscale as it seemed.

rape phone sex fantasiesWhen I arrived, it looked nothing like the pictures. This was just a big warehouse; pretty much a dungeon. There were other women there too looking equally perplexed.  We were rushed by a group of men. It became clear this was no bondage club. This was a rape fantasy club. We were hand selected because we fit the image that the men paying top dollar fantasized about force fucking. I knew none of the men I could see. I was shoved down on the cold concrete slab, bound and gagged with my own undergarments. I looked to both sides and saw other women like me being brutalized by unknown men. I’ve heard of BDSM clubs, even pain clubs, but never rape fantasy clubs. I spent 3 days in a basement being force fucked in all my holes. I had to use a bucket for a toilet. I was denied food and water. I slept on the concrete floor like a dog chained up in a junkyard. After three days, my ass was prolapsed. I smelled awful. I had lost some weight. I was a hot mess. I was turned out on the street disoriented and lost.  I had been used for three days to satisfy some stranger’s dark fantasies. If you had me for three days, what would you do to me?

Extreme fetish phone sex

Cock worshipingCock worshiping is what I do best. When I met Sam today, I immediately went down on my knees as his submissive little cum slut and gave him exactly what I knew he wanted. My mouth. I took it all in, deep into the back of my throat. The drool dripped from my mouth and onto his shaft, then down onto his balls. I tickled and teased him with my tongue.

I could feel his dick jumping and his muscles tightened and I knew he was nearing orgasm. I reached around and stuck a finger in his tight asshole and milked his prostate for an extremely intense orgasm. I just love it when my man grabs me my the back of the hair and grunts a primal grunt that only happens when you are totally in the moment. It’s only then that I feel like I’ve done my job as his submissive whore.

After shooting his load into the back of my throat, I realized that he was not done with me. He had a friend come in and stick his cock right in my face. As a good little submissive, I opened up and choked it down. There was a raw spot on my throat from the head of his cock bouncing off of my tonsils. I’d done my job.

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Leaving Me Wanting

female bondageYou tell me you want me in the basement this morning. Usually our basement time is in the evenings after you return from work, but the change in routine excites me. Downstairs you have me lay down, and you begin to shackle me. I am sad that you don’t have the ropes out, because I love they way they feel on my skin, but excited by the new shackles. You seem to have rigged some sort of pulley system that you attach to my nipples. The system pulls them tight and then releases them, keeping them arroused. Once you have secured my arms and legs in the position you like, you add a large vibrator to the pulley. As both nipples are pulled tight, the vibrator comes down making contact with my pussy, sending a thrill thoughout my body. That thrill was not to last because it was then lifted away. Back and forth they go, a minute of nipple stimulation, a minute of clit stimulation, and then nothing for a few minutes. This cycle continues, not enough to get me off, just enough to keep me wanting. You watch in amusement as I desperatly arch my hips trying to make contact with something, but having no luck. Then you turn to leave, saying you were going to be late to work. You leave me alone and shackled, with this numbing cycle going over and over, keeping me aroused, and wanting more. I wonder if I will be left here all day or if you will come home at least for lunch and release me. I fear I will be kept in this state of hunger for a long time. I know now why I am laying on this black plastic. My cunt is dripping and I can already feel a pool of fluids forming. I will be  a real horny mess but the time you return.

Naughty Wet Dream

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I’ve had a naughty dream! I woke up soaking wet, my clit was THROBBING! I so desperately craved it would be real. In my dream I was in a cage. I had my arms tied wide to the bars at the wrists so I could still use my hands to stroke and jerk those cocks. I had a bag over my head at first and could see nothing but could only hear and feel the cocks coming for me. They attached nipple clamps to my nipples and forced me tits out of the bars and made me choke on their dick while the tugged and pulled my raw nipples. I was trying to take them all when they took me out of cage – tied my tits, neck, legs and wrists up till I was tied up so tight I was purple. That’s when they really fucked me. My ass, my pussy and my mouth. Over and over again they fucked me and shot their load wherever they pleased. I was their cum dumpster and that’s all I could ever be. Mmm! That was the short version of my dream and now I am WET and want it to be real!

Bare Bottom Spankings

bare bottom spankings I know when it is time to put my bare ass up in the air for bare bottom spankings. It makes my cunt so fucking wet every time his hand comes down and meets my ass. I love the way my skin feels as the heat creeps in. I know he leaves his hand prints on my skin and I am marked as his property.

He soon gets tiered and his hands begin to sting. I dare not look but I can hear him open the drawer and remove my special paddles. I can feel my pussy quivering with anticipation for what is about to happen.

I don’t know if he took out the thick black ones for my bare bottom spankings or if he took out the wooden ones. They both mark me with some kind of derogatory term like slut, bitch, or whore.

He turned me over and gave me that look. His eyes danced with a mixture of excitement and lust. He gently stroked my hair and said, “This will bring us as much pleasure as it does pain my little Slave.”

As always I couldn’t stop the cum from squirting out of my pussy as he turned me over for the final step of my bare bottom spankings foreplay and the fucking he would give my cunt when he was done.

Submissive Slut Breanne

submissive sexBeing submissive is what pleases me more than any cock that has ever filled my pussy. I love being taken over by my master and giving him permission to do what ever it is he wishes with my body. Something he really enjoys is the art of bounding me. He has hundreds of types of rope and works them in a fashion that when I look at my body being firmly wrapped  and encased in makes my pussy tingle. Sometimes he will leave me bound and wrapped up for hours. That when he unwraps me my skin is left with indentations of where the rope once was. This is when he takes me and lays me down with nothing but my hands tied up and pounds my pussy with his big cock until he releases inside of me.

Bondage Whore Fetish Mommy

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You already know I am the type of Mommy that is obsessed with being a bondage whore. With getting tied up, and being completely helpless. But you know what makes being a bondage fetish Mommy even hotter? Being completely tied up watching as my little girls, my little tiny little ones are being fucked. Not just fucked but rammed like they might not make it from being fucked so hard and for being that itty bitty and little. And me? I am screaming thru the ball gag in my mouth – I feel my wrists burn from the ropes tied tightly and rubbing against me as I struggle. I’m getting fucked too of course…right along with my completely helpless daughters. Their bald pussies are bloody and raw from being fucked wide open, they’re making me taste their cunts on their cocks and there is nothing I can do…but yet… I am so wet. Bad bad Mommy I am…deserted my little ones to get used just like me.

Bondage Whore: Deadly Extreme Bondage Games

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernice is my name in the fetish community. I love being tied up; I especially enjoy rope play. When I was little, I would watch these old silent movies where girls were bound and gagged on a railroad track and left to be rescued by some dashing stranger. I like being rescued. But as I have aged, my bondage fantasies have evolved. They have become quite dark. I have many a master who loves to tie me up, but none are quite as cruel as Master Harry. Our bondage games started out with leaving me in perilous situations. On a train track, on the street…. I would be bound and gagged, hoping to be rescued by him or some stranger. I tried not to get too scared because I knew he would rescue me. I knew it was just a game we played. But lately, I feel like he wants me dead. In fact, I came so very close to dying this weekend; as close as I have ever come to death actually. Master tied me up good. Hog tied me. I looked like a side of beef. He didn’t restrain my mouth like usual, meaning I could scream for help. I thought he was going to drop me into the woods somewhere. He dropped me in the lake. I had no real mobility. I saw him walk off as I was struggling to stay afloat. Water was rushing over me. I couldn’t get in a position to float. I started screaming, but it became gargled as water filled my mouth. I was sinking, drowning. I tried to free my hands, but I had  no luck. I was in full on panic mode. I was going to drown. I was sinking fast. I lost consciousness. Maybe I even drowned. The next thing I remember was Master Harry doing CPR on me. He informed me that he can take my life and he can give it back to me anytime he wants because he owns me. I live in fear now of Master Harry’s capricious extreme bondage games. Maybe the next time, he won’t rescue me.