My Master has kept me in these locking straps for hours. He wants to break me and make me his obedient slut. The waiting and the tight restraints only make me hornier and more anxious to top him the second I get out of these straps. When he comes out, he looks at me, knowing I am still the wild girl I was. He comes and grab my breasts. He tweaks my nipples and licks them all over. I love having his tongue all over my sensitive nipples. He turns around, gets his riding crop and starts slapping my tits. I try to get out of my bondage so I can escape my lashings, but I am unable to move. I beg for him to stop because he’s going to make me cream my panties. He traces the crop around my nipples and slaps one of them. Then, he slaps the other, hard. I cannot take this anymore and cum hard into my panties. I am no longer a wild girl, I am his obedient bondage slut.
Category: Bondage whore
Rape phone sex fantasies haunt my dreams, let’s make them a reality…
Rape phone sex fantasies are literally all I think about. I love the idea of walking home from the store or work and being abducted by someone. My fantasies are kind of extreme though. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be sold into sex slavery, or something of the sort.
I mean, could you imagine it, a hot young girl walking down the road? Ripe for the taking, no one around, except you and your next victim? The amount of adrenaline you feel going up to the moment of capture would totally have your cock harder than it has ever been in your whole life. Aching in your pants as you reached out, grabbing me my muffled screams fell into your gloved hand and I wiggle and squirm against your strong grip trying to get away.
Imagine the rush of excitement as you bind my hands, tossing me into the back seat. A ball gag tucked firmly in my mouth to muffle any cry or scream that may escape. What would you do with me next? Do you know, do you want to plan it out together? Let’s play Sir, come show me how much danger I’m in.
Cock Worshiping Cum Whore
Cock Worshiping is like breathing for me. One and the same. My master requires me to find the tightest of clothings. He wants me to feel under his control at all times. But master knows the whore in me can’t be easily contained and he requires me to show my filthy fuck whole off at all times. He wants me to graze in my whoredom. So I go around flashing my filthy cunt at any one who will stick something in it until I’ve taken 3 cocks within each 24 hour period. Recently master started requiring me to take every load in my mouth but he doesn’t know sometimes I need a ooey gooey load thrusted in my cunt. I revel in every load gooshing inside my horny fuck hole.
My parents disowned me
You would never guess that I enjoy being told what to do by men. My holes belong to a dominant, powerful man. You would probably think I’m the girl who loves to rule every situation. Growing up, I always got what I wanted, and my parents spoiled me rotten. After all, Daddy loved having a little girl, but I would soon Rebel. All I wanted was to be treated like less than I am. It was pretty much the craving that I needed to be used, abused, and completely brainwashed.
The other side of town seemed much more my Vibe. It’s like I gravitated toward men who wanted to take from me.
BDSM chat is quite the topic of conversation whenever I start talking to someone from the other side. Of course, I got acquainted with a guy that wanted to use me.
He was very dominant and what I needed. All he wanted was to ruin me and to fuck into pimp me out. My parents disowned me because they didn’t like me being with anyone that’s not up to par with the caliber of what they wanted for me. Now I’m in the dungeon using.