Category Archive: Erotic BDSM stories

Please Let Me Cum!

Extreme Fetish Phone SexHow much more can I take? You’ve been at it for hours, swinging between giving me the most succulent tickle torture of my life, and the cruelest orgasm denial ever wrought. My cunt is dripping for you, Master. I have to piss so badly; I’m trying so hard to hold it. Your cock is harder than diamond; I can see it throbbing through your jeans, huge and ready for me. You edge me again, assaulting my poor overstimulated pussy with a high vibration Hitatchi wand. I’m begging and screaming before twenty seconds has even passed. I’m on the edge of cumming, my cunt is pleading for just a tiny push over the edge. And like that, the vibrator is gone, replaced with still air. Then, my assailants are feathers; all over my soles, across my belly, under my arms. You flick and tease my dusky nipples, my clit is begging for release. I can’t stop laughing; I can’t breathe. I don’t know if I’m going to pass out or piss myself first. “PLEASE MASTER I HAVE TO GO S-S-SO BADLY!” I scream, cackling from your tickles the entire time. Then, you pose the impossible question as you flick a feather across my clitty. “Do you want to cum, or piss?” I always choose piss. Your punishments are too harsh. And this is how I haven’t cum since Christmas; all I know is this torture, day in and day out. Please, Master, let me cum!

Bondage Whore and Daughter

bondage whoreI am a seasoned bondage whore girl, but my daughter is not. She thinks she is a princess and has always demonized me for being submissive. She is not used to being stuck at home. School was canceled early last semester and she will be doing her senior year online. She is not a happy camper. She has been reading more and watching movies.  She discovered the “Fifty Shades of Gray,” movies and books. Now, she thinks she can snag a rich man playing bondage games. She got on this fetish lifestyle site and started messaging men she thought looked rich. I told her it was dangerous. She did not want to listen to my experience or my advice. I told her Christian Gray looks like Snow White compared to many men out there. I know because my master is mild compared to guys I have met online and in clubs. She thought I was just being jealous.

I went out to run some errands on Saturday. I came home and there was a BMW in the driveway. I knew my daughter had some strange man over. I rushed inside to see if she was okay. I walked in and saw my daughter strapped to a St. John’s Cross with a ball gag in her mouth. She looked scared. I tried to warn her. She did not want to listen to her submissive whore mother. This guy was polite to me. I told him her real age, but I think that made him harder. I gave him permission to torture her jailbait pussy with an industrial massager. That is one of those huge back massager vibrators that can go so fast it leaves skid marks on a clit, LOL. She needed taught a lesson for thinking she knew more than the seasoned BDSM whore. She started convulsing from cumming so many times. She passed out. We used a cattle prod to force her back awake. I enjoyed watching this stranger abuse my girl. Little bitch thought she could run with the big dogs. She got some serious slave training that day. And I gained a new friend who will be happy to put the little bitch in her place again.

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He said I would be perfect for his plans. I continue this BSDM phone sex story of the Master I didn’t know I needed. The trunk slammed shit as he whispered that milfs are always so fun to play with. I was bound tightly and my blood pulsed in my ears. I didn’t know what his plans were or what was going to happen to me. After many turns and bumps and the heat starting to make me pass out he opened the truck and yanked me out by the hair. We were in another garage and he told me to crawl into the door leading inside. (Very hard to do, bound as I was, but I made it into the kitchen before falling.) A collar and leash was next as he cut my hands free but not my legs. I was led to a water dish and told to drink. I lapped up every drop as he told me I was his slutty pet! There was no living space, just a wall of bondage and a few tables. I was yanked and called a stupid whore as I couldn’t keep up. I was so groggy and scared as his knife cut me free and my collar dug into my neck. This submissive whore was made to lay on a table and spread her legs for the stirrups as pictures were being taken of my breast and pussy. I was on display and so confused, that didn’t stop my cunt from getting noticeably wet. After he put away his phone he came between my legs and began pushing his cock into my ass. “Tell me that you will be my personal slave whore Robyn!”

I stuttered a yes sir as he penetrated my ass and brought a flogger to my breast. I knew this was just the beginning!

Fucked While On A Run – Wet

Bondage SubmissionMy cunt was soaking wet by the time he’d cut off my running shorts. “You always run by, teasing me. Fucking bitch.” He spit on me, tightening his grip on my throat. “You never wear any panties. I always see your pussy lips.” He brought the knife up to my throat. The woods started to go dark. He’d pulled me off the trail, and dragged me down by the creek.
When I regained consciousness, he was slamming his cock down my throat. I choked around it, begging for a breath. He pulled out, and slapped me hard across my cheek. “Wake up, cunt. I want my cock sleeve to remember how this feels.” The man shoved me, so I was bent over a fallen tree. He forced his cock into my tight little asshole, dry. I was crying, but growing wetter by the second. Shoving two fingers into my cunt, he spit on me again. “The bitch likes to get fucked.”
He used me, again and again, until he left me with a cum filled cunt, and a broken nose. Sobbing, I reached down to see his cum mixed with blood, and mixed with my cum, too.

Bondage and Submission Whore

bondage and submissionBondage and submission are what I do best. I miss being tied up. I can bind my feet and my tits. Sometimes I can get my hands tied behind my back, but not tightly enough that I can not get loose. Bondage clubs are still closed in my state, but it is getting easier to get someone to come over. My master has not summoned me back to work yet, so I can still feed my need for bondage with Tinder encounters. It is just that master cannot know or things will get ugly for me quickly. He is very picky about who handles his bitch. Tony is not a BDSM master. He is just a kinky guy who likes to experiment. When he came over last night, he was surprised to see that I was who I claimed to be. I had not cat fished him. He found me attractive and in good shape. He thought only nasty old whores or strung out bitches would fuck a random stranger off a phone app. I told him that I was a submissive whore. I needed more than I was getting and more than I could give to myself. We talked for a while, then I broke out my treasure chest of BDSM goodies. He had to Google what some of the things were, but he was aroused at the thought of me being his captive slave. He tied me up. Tied me up great for a novice. I have rope burns. I have cum stains on my ropes too. He was jizzing all over my bound body.  I have cum matted in my hair and dried cum all over my body. I even have some whip marks on my back. For a novice, I think Tony missed his calling. He was harsher on me than my own master. I think I woke him.

Cum Slut Phone Sex with Rosalie

cum slut phone sexI have always loved cum slut. It has always been like crack to me. The first time I had it, I needed more of it. I had a client, who loved it when I called him Daddy.  He loved our playtime a little rough when we play together and that’s perfectly fine with me!  In fact, sometimes the more extreme our role plays are, the harder we both cum! Let me tell you about the most recent cum eating experience. We had this extreme fantasy that had us both breathing heavy by the end. He made me his sexual masochist. By the time we were done, I had rope burns on my wrists and bite marks and bruises. When we got done, he grabbed my face and just sort of growled to me “swallow all my cum you filthy cum slut”. I mouth “yes daddy” and swallow it one big gulp. He just knows how to make me his submissive cum slut. 

 

 

I Belong To You

S&M PornDo you want to know why my last boyfriend was six foot nine? I love a big man to put me in my place. I love being forced to my knees, his hand wrapped around my throat, making me choke on his cock. I would beg him to face fuck me all day everyday, if only I could get away with it. If I pass out from asphyxiation well that’s even better. I loved that he would just take me whenever he wanted.

Of course he could, I was his property. His proper little house whore. They say you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife, but I think I play both roles very very well. He would see me washing the dishes like the sweet little whore that I am, and bend me over the sink, ripping my panties off, and stuffing them in my mouth so I couldn’t scream and wake our little ones.

Then he would fuck my tight little ass whole Raw, am I sweet dripping wet cunt. Until he blew his load wherever it was that he pleased. Half the time, he would rip me around, tug the panties out of my mouth, and come right down my throat. Or, he would wake me up in the middle of the night by making me swallow his thick cock, ramming it down my throat while I was trying to sleep. That is my absolute favorite alarm clock.

I’m here to be used, like the submissive slut that I am. It’s been lonely since he went away, but I’m always looking for someone new to play with. I’ve got a void you could fill, or just a couple holes if that’s what you’re into.

Porn Star Dancing

Submissive Phone SexWhen Barry came to me and said he had a job that didn’t require touching any dirty old men or stuffing any of their cocks in between my pouty lips, you can bet I was in. It was stripping, of course. I find I end up at the local strip joints all too often when cash gets tight.
Barry owns the one closest to me, really the nicest one in town, and asks me to work when he’s short. Tonight he was extremely short, and the place was packed. I decided that to earn a little extra cash, I’d let the men bid on the songs I was going to dance to. I got the entire pot, and I didn’t care which mumble rapper or hair metal song was chosen.


Of course, with my luck, the first one up was that old Akon song talking about how much he wants to fuck the stripper. I slowly pulled off my chiffon top, revealing nothing beneath. A long, low wolf whistle pierced through the racket as I shimmied my way out of my skirt.


As I started gliding my barely dressed body up and down the pole, my eyes met the whistles. I almost instantly dropped my knees; what a fucking man. He made a beckoning gesture, so I sauntered my way through the crowd to him. He patted his lap, and handed me two nicely folded, crisp Ben Franklin’s.


Into his lap I went, as the music blasted around us. It was only then that I realized he had his cock pulled out, and he was pulling my little thong to the side. He slipped into me before I even knew what was happening, and I just kept winding and grinding up on him. Surprisingly enough, before the end of the song was even over, I felt like I was ready to cum.


He had his hands around the front of me, tweaking at my nipples, and growling in my ear how badly he had wanted to fuck me since the first time he saw me here. As the song ended, and the next girl took the stage, he held me firmly. One hand around my throat, the other on my hip, and I continued to bounce on his cock along to the music.


My cunt was dripping like a waterfall and there was nothing I could do to hide how fucking turned on I was. I glanced around nervously, wondering if any of the other patrons realized what was going on. From the shit eating grin on their faces, it was obvious that they did. Three songs later, I felt him explode inside of me.


I screamed, but thankfully the music covered it up. As I went to walk away, he handed me a business card with only an address and another three hundred. Written on the back of his card was that he had a pole installed in his office, and he expected me there tomorrow morning, dressed exactly the same. There’s no way I could refuse. I didn’t even know his name.

Erotic Submissive Stories With Bo

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Oh, hello there. How are you, Sir? Do you want to hear about some of the experiences I’ve had? Oh, I’d love to tell you some erotic submissive stories. I am such a good girl and I will always do what’s best to please my Master. Once you hear some of the things I’ve been told to do and then I’ve done them with a smile on my face. It’s just who I am as a person and I’d love to tell you so you can be my new Master, if you find that I am worthy enough.
I’ll just tell you a bit about one of the first Masters I ever had. He instructed me to sit on my knees with my nose in the corner until he wanted me. When he called for me, I would crawl over and ask him what I could do to make him happy. Sometimes he would want nothing more than a blow job. But sometimes, he would tell me to crawl into his bedroom and put on the outfit he’d laid out for me. Once I did that, that’s when the fun would begin. Sometimes it would just be him using my body, but sometimes he’d bring over a bunch of his friends. Oh boy, that was so much fun. Call me, Sir, and let me tell you all about it.

Waiting At Home

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“Own your own business!” they said. “It will be fun!” they said. “You won’t have to sleep with your boss for a raise!” they said. And so, Trebuchet Tramps was born. My very own maid service; sexy women, clad in whatever the customer wished, or didn’t. I was powerful, successful, and adored.

Men compliment me day in and day out. “Congratulations,” they tell me. “You’re such an empowered woman.” Empowered, yes. Submissive sluts hold all the power. Well I’ll bark orders like the meanest bitch you ever did meet all day long, but when I come home, I crawl through our door on my knees to You, Master, I know You’ll be there, waiting for Your fucktoy. My collar in one hand, and your paddle of choice in the other.

I know I’m to present myself to You immediately, as you clamp my steel slave collar around my pale little neck. I follow My Master, staying on all fours like a good slut should, and I don’t even make a sound as You throw me over the arm of Your favorite easy chair.

I’m practically begging at this point. I need release, because I’m a worthless bitch born to serve You. I count and thank You for every single time you land a heavy hit on my thick ass. Before you know it, you’ve gone from warming my bottom to a nice salmon pink, to staring at fire truck red. The welts are in full bloom, as is my dripping cunt.

The tears are pouring from my eyes, and yet I beg for more. My pussy is a river. You give it a hard slap, and I scream, and I thank You. Because this is what it means for me to be empowered. And this is exactly what I, Your filthy whorish tramp, deserve.

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