Deep down, I’ve always been a filthy, depraved Pain Slut but I just never knew it.
My first taste of pain came from a one night stand, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger with an enormous bulge under leather pants.
Back then, I was your average young, bratty cocktease; Always flashing my tight and hairless pussy under short skirts and never, EVER wearing a bra just so my puffy, sensitive nipples would peek over my tiny tops. Nothing gets my pussy soaking wet quicker than playing with men, letting them think they have a chance to taste me and then smashing their hope to pieces.
Mr. Mystery bought me round after round of drinks, sometimes bringing them to me himself and every time I would brush him off, snotty attitude turned on high and always taking the drink with me.
His persistence paid off, or maybe he put something in one of my many, MANY drinks, but I left the bar with Mr. Sexy Leather Pants and went to his place.
As soon as we got through the door he fisted my hair and dragged me into his bedroom, me kicking and screaming the whole way as I felt strands of hair being torn off of my scalp.
Right before we got to his bed he grabbed my shirt and ripped it off, using it to gag me. He threw me on the bed and started… CHEWING on my extremely sensitive nipples! Wrists held above my head, tears falling down my face, and my cunt wetter than it has EVER been before, juices oozing down my thighs.
He grabbed my cute leather belt and worked it off of me, He looked me dead in the eye before saying “You know you’ve had this coming for a long damn time, don’t you?”
He flipped me over and laid a quick amount of sharp smacks to my perky cheeks, one right after the other without stopping.
I’m moaning through my gag until the spanking turns into something close to a beating, then I’m a writhing, screaming mess trying to grind my clit against the mattress.
My poor ass was burning hot by the time he was done with it, but not with me.
My ruined leather belt tied my hands behind my back, gigantic throbbing cock being shoved into my tight twat, and the rest of the night is a blur of pain and bliss.
My purpose in life has since been made clear to me: My body is for your pleasure.
Category: Bondage whore
Bondage Phone Sex with a Pig
Bondage phone sex is one of my specialties. I love being bound and gagged like a pig. It makes me feel so vulnerable. If I am restrained with a ball gag, you can do anything you want to me. I cannot resist you nor can I scream for help. This makes me your perfect victim. This weekend I hooked up with a guy I met at a bondage club. In the club he respected my boundaries and safe words. He was a different breed at my house. He got verbally abusive calling me a fat fucking pig. In fact, he made me oink like a pig for hours. As if that was not humiliating enough, he emptied my garbage can on to the floor. He forced me to gobble up all the spoiled and moldy leftover food from Thanksgiving. I even had to lick up old coffee grounds and dog food.
My arms were restrained behind me so he could pull the rope to control me. One wrong pull and my arms would snap in two. He had a whip that he used with pleasure if I hesitated to lick anything off the floor. “Be a good submissive whore and clean up your mess,” he would scream at me repeatedly. I devoured so much garbage I felt sick. Like a junk yard dog that ate too much. Once all the garbage was eaten off the floor by me, even the plastic and paper, he pissed down my throat. Held my nose tight forcing me to swallow his salty piss water. I thought when I brought him home, I was in for some sensual bondage, maybe some spanking and a little S & M. It was total degradation. I was his worthless pig. Not even a fuck pig. He said I was not good enough for his cock, only his piss, shit and laughter.
He left me tied up, covered in piss and in need of a stomach pump. How would you leave me?
Born To Be A Submissive Whore
When your born to be a submissive whore it is all you know. So when I see all the romantic crap they show on TV or in the movies I just can’t relate. I know deep long passionate kisses on screen make most women weak in the knees and all horny and turned on. All I can think about is how incomplete it is without him biting her lip and drawing blood. When i see a love scene where a man is gently caressing his woman and she is being brought to the heights of passion by his sweet embrace. All I can think about is how much better that would be if her tits had nipple clamps with rings that were attached to rope and hooks in the ceiling, pulling them so taunt that the pain turned to pleasure. And how much more he would love it if in addition to that her wrists and ankles were bound to the corners of the bed so that she was spread eagle and vulnerable to his touch. Top all that off by blindfolding her so that she can’t see what is coming. Make her smell the fresh leather of the whip as you run it over her body watching the goose flesh form as she anticipates when the stinging crack will touch her tender skin changing it from alabaster white to crimson red with small droplets of blood rising to the surface waiting to escape through the pores so that you can lick it from her body. I don’t know about you but the thought of having heated sex like this has my pussy all wet and aching to cum. That other vanilla, fairy tale shit is for the birds and would never make my pussy such a cream covered mess.
My Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
I was excited, he had me bound arms apart and above my head, and he was making me suck his cock. He made me beg for it, and when I wasn’t loud enough he smacked me hard, telling me there was more pain if I wanted to be a stupid whore and not speak up. I took it all, my pussy dripping with anticipation – I love an angry man, who knows he can do whatever he wants to me and hits me the moment he doesn’t get his way. I love the thrill, the pain and the punishment. It wasn’t long before he was ready to inflict more pain. He kept me on my knees making sure I told him that I am a slut who belongs on my knees at all times. This is when he took out his whip, and made me count out loud every single lash, as he forced me to beg for more. And that isn’t even the start of my newest rape phone sex fantasies session…mmm.
Submissive Whore
The look in his eyes as he tied me up made my cunt wet.
The way he grinned as he ran the whip up and down my naked body made my cunt drip.
My master was happy to have me tied to the bed.
I am his pet, but I want to do everything I can to make my master happy.
My pussy drools as he rubs his hands up and down my body.
He stops to slap me and then rubs me again.
It is my job to please my master.
I am his subby slave and I always do as master tells me.
He calls me his Submissive Whore.
I am proud to be his and only his.
My lips, my body, my mind will never stray from him.
He has complete and total control over my body, mind and soul.
I am his.
I will do as he tells me, I crave his smile.
Make me please you master.
Working Hard
My master made me work for him today. He told me he would have friends over tonight and they would be using my pussy as entertainment. He tied me up to a chair in the living room and told me I was only allowed to moan. He then blindfolded me and as his boys came over they each fingered, rubbed, and played with my pussy whenever they liked. I could not se anyone but as the voices became more so did their fun. They took turns shoving items in my pussy. Pool sticks, beer bottles, and of course their cocks. I must have been fucked by over 15 guys that night and they all flooded me with their cum. When they left my master kissed me and then left me tied up so he could fuck me. His long cock was so much different than the others and that is the only cock I craved. He even let me swallow his load since the other guys had already flooded my pussy. My master loves me so and I am so happy that he rewards me with his cum.