Category: Erotic BDSM stories

Slave Training for the Workplace

Slave trainingThey walked into the office, and I knew I was in trouble. They were 2 of Master’s friends, and I knew well enough that when they came around, Master wasn’t going to be far behind. I thought about trying to get up and run, but I knew that would only make matters worse. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve punishment, but for Master to send them by my job, even so close to the end of the day, meant it was bad. They bound me to the chair I was seated in, and then proceeded to slowly cut my clothes off, shirt, then bra, then skirt. They left my panties whole, and I wondered if that was at Master’s bidding. When Master walked in, the scowl on his face told me I’d done fucked up. His crop was in his right hand, and I even noticed that it wasn’t his favorite crop – it was the well-worn, well-used crop that he liked to punish his slaves with. He didn’t just walk over to me, either. He walked to my boss’s office, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of them talking behind that door, they both walked out. The humiliation of my boss seeing me all but naked compounded the situation. Master explained that my boss had called the house and left a voicemail with a complaint about my forgetting something when I had left the day before. It was important, and I’d apologized to my boss when he’d approached me about it this morning. I sat there and looked directly at Master’s feet, knowing anything else was unacceptable. He took that crop and swung it, hitting me across the shoulders. He smacked each breast, the inside and outside of each thigh, and right across my tummy. I was welted everywhere. I knew I’d never do that again…

Tied Up and Spanked

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The blood was rushing to my head, but I couldn’t move. I was tied upside down to a chair. The ropes cut into my skin, cutting off circulation to my limbs. Master came up and smacked my bare ass as hard as he could. I let out a piercing shriek as my skin stung with his fury. Again and again, he brought down his palm with immense strength. Tears streamed from my eyes, dripping from my forehead to the ground. My ass must have looked tomato red by that point. He then pulled out a cane and stared whacking my ass. Already sore from the bare bottom spankings, the cane felt as though it were a gun shot. I must be bleeding, I thought, but I felt no blood trickling down. Please, Master, I’ll be a good girl! Whack! There was no saving myself from his wrath. He took out his cock from his pants and drove it right into my ass. The chair shook from the force of his thrusts. Whimpering, I curled my toes, trying to make it through the pain. He stopped to paddle my ass, then started fucking my pussy as he continued to paddle me. Finally, he stood up to blow his load all over my exposed and beaten ass. He went to shower before coming back to untie me.

Erotic bondage stories with Caitlin

Erotic bondage storiesMaster had been pretty strict lately and been a lot more rough than usual, but I loved it. I loved being treated like nothing but a no good whore. More than anything, I love being Master’s little whore. He had me dress up like a slut, put a gag in my mouth and tied me up. I loved being tied up and feeling restricted, it made sex even hotter! Master was just staring at me standing there. Seeing me looking like a slut and all tied up was making him hard and I could see it peeking through his pants. Master forced me onto my knees and took my gag out so I could suck on his huge cock. He grabbed my hair and started forcing me down on him. Making me choke and puke on him a little, master liked it when I was a little nasty slut and puked on his dick then licked it all off. He told me to lay on the ground and got on top of me, my pussy was already so wet his cock just glided in and it felt so good. I loved feeling master balls deep inside of myself, his big cock was definitely my favorite. He kept thrusting and thrusting and I was moaning louder and louder and knew I was gonna cum. I asked master for permission and he said I’d been a good slut so it was allowed. As soon as those words came out my pussy started contracting around him. It was so tight and I felt him starting to cum, he worked his cock out and watched as his cum dripped out of me.

Cock worshiping my Master

Cock worshipingI felt that surge of pleasure running through me at your words. The way your hard yet silky smooth cock head felt against my nose as you teased me into using my mouth on you. My eyes looking up at you as I run my tongue over my lips. “Yes Master. I… this girl wants to be a good kitten for her Master.” I said as I tilted my head to lift my lips to your cock head giving you a little lick on the underside of your shaft. Not yet touching the head as I move, letting myself shift from my kneeling position to on all fours as I licks up the shaft. Treating it very much as if I was a kitten and licking it clean with long slow licks and little appreciative moans escaping from my throat. I was being mean to my Master, my tongue in teasing and careful worship of your cock but never once touching the head. I didn’t let you feel that wet warmth of my cheeks around you that silky smooth tongue wrapping around and massaging your shaft as I sucked you. I nuzzled against the spit slickened base of your shaft before running my nose tip along the length getting back to the head just as you had originally poked against my nose. My tongue finally licking and give a long slow drag of warm wet flesh to the base of the head before I kissed the tip. Giving it a hard and teasing suck before I open my mouth, leaning forward on my hands and knees to take in your length. my tongue rubbing against the base of the shaft as I sucked, rocking back and forth slowly each time letting you go just that much deeper with the next rock forward. Taking you inch by inch until that head touched the back of my throat. I stopped, eyes looking up to watch my Master as I rocked back rather than pushing down past that point and into my throat. my cheeks sucking in hard as the power of my lips tugs at your cock. My tongue never leaving the base. My sucking doesn’t go easier as I gets to the head. Purposely letting that suction be so intense around the most sensitive of places. I loved watching my Master as I torture you with my body and wanted to learn just how to drive you crazy. Even as you took your hands, tangling your fingers in my hair and thrusting hard and deep into my throat. Using me like the slave I am for your own pleasure.

Punishing the Naughty Submissive Whore

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I was tossed onto the ground, rough hands groping my body. I couldn’t see because he had blindfolded me. He pulled up my wrists, which were tied together, and fastened them above my head. He then took my ankles, which were also tied together, and bound them below me. The ties were stretching my arms and legs so far, it felt like they would come out of the sockets. I laid there on display, like a good girl, awaiting my torture. First, a whip cracked against my bare skin, sending a searing pain straight down my spine. Circling my whimpering, quivering body, he continued to deliver lashes that whistled through the air. After he was bored with the whip, he pulled out a cane and whacked me on each breast. I cried out in pain as he repeatedly beat me. When I heard metal jingling around, I got nervous. He was going for the sharp objects. He came back with a corkscrew and twisted it into my side. It felt like a dagger spinning inside me. I screamed as blood squirted from the puncture wound. When he pulled it out, a chunk of my flesh came with it. Master says I was a good little whore and took my punishment.

Submissive Brat Gets Punished

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Whenever I am naughty, which is often, my Master punishes me with a heavy fist. I can’t help being naughty- I love Master’s punishments so much. The other day he instructed me very specifically that I should sit still while he fastened the restraints. It was a bed with straps that pulled each limb in a different direction, like a medieval torture device. I planned on behaving, but memories of him with a furrowed brow and his rough hands smacking my ass until my skin was screaming in agony, all made it far too tempted to poke the beast once more. With each nerve he sends into searing pain, the juicier my slit would get. I began to fidget relentlessly, making it hard for him to strap me down. A familiar, dark look came over his eyes. My nipples poked out like daggers in the cold room as he finished securing the tie downs. My naked body lay there quivering at the thought of what he might do to punish me. He took out a whip and after countless lashes, my welted torso ached. Whimpering, I looked up at him, “Please Sir, I promise to be a good girl.”  But the discipline isn’t over. He releases my ankles and tears his way into my dry ass hole while holding my ankles up by my head. It feel like fire! Will I ever learn to behave?

Submissive Phone Sex Whore: My Pain is Your Pleasure

submissive phone sexSubmissive phone sex with me, puts you in charge of the call. I am a subby whore, so I do as I am told. I spoke with men all weekend who seemed obsessed with inflicting maximum pain to me. Now, with this being phone sex, I can only hurt myself so much. No one can hurt me like you can hurt me, so please understand, I cannot punch my own tit hard enough to pop a saline bag. If I did, the call would be over because I would likely pass out from the pain. It is bad customer service to pass out on a call. I am a good submissive slut, but I am also a good phone sex whore! I have a wide variety of objects and tools I can use to inflict pain of varying degrees. On the light pain spectrum, I have butt plugs, rather large dildos, kitchen spatulas, ropes, ice, candle wax, nipple clamps and silk scarves for my neck. If you want to inflict moderate pain, I have hat pins, my bare hands, safety pins, a wooden paddle, beer bottles to fuck my ass or pussy and a cat of nine tails. For more severe pain, I have cigars, belts, the heel of stiletto shoes and a vice grip attached to my coffee table to squeeze a tit. I am a pain slut and an obedient whore, but no one can abuse me like a man can; especially a woman hating mean son of a bitch. Most of my callers enjoy hearing me moan, not the good kind of moan either. They like to hear whimpers and cries too. Besides inflicting pain, I can humiliate myself for you too. I have licked the toilet seat. I have drunk my piss. I have exposed myself to neighbors. I have sucked objects clean that have been up my ass. I am your submissive whore, tell me what to do to please you Sir.

Sexy Bondage with Gretchen

When I came to, I was hogtied on the couch, my face all but buried in the back of it. I worked my way to a more breathable position, and heard someone walk into the room. Sexy bondageI started to panic, but apparently they weren’t in there for me just now. Then, it came back to me. I had been drugged, and through the haze that was my memory, visions of being tied up like this, having my skirt shoved up and hands probing into my cunt and ass appeared. I could remember the faces burying themselves in my pussy, cock being shoved down my throat until I threw up. I remembered my hands being pulled to the furthest that the ropes would allow, and a cock placed between them. Being made to stroke that cock off. Then, I remembered the cum – all over my face, my ass, inside of me. I felt dirty but hot and horny at the same time. What is it about being used and abused that turns me on so much?!Hardcore bondage

Can You Break Me?

BDSM phone sexI have a real attraction to strong men. Okay, it’s more like an addiction. It gets me so excited when a man knows exactly how to handle me. I can be a handful, so I need a man who will put me in my place. The rougher, the better! Tie me up if you want to work me over like the pain slut that I am. Once I’m hog-tied with my body exposed, start out with a lit cigarette. Something about the feeling of it burning my flesh makes me hot! I cough up the biggest wad of spit in my mouth and hurl it into your eye. Is the lit cigarette all you got?!! I want you to unload everything on me. Ahhhh…that’s right, you’ve got those nipple clamps with the teeth on them.

Sold to the highest Bidder

Prostate phone sexI found myself alone in a hotel room, the man who had purchased me for the night wasn’t what I’d call a looker. He seemed old enough to be my dad and was soft around the middle. A far cry from the lean and muscled men I tended to fuck. However, when he came up to me, took a fist full of my hair, and growled into my ear. “Tonight you are my fucking slut and you will obey me.” I nearly came in my panties, I could barely manage to whimper out a weak “Yes sir.” before he let go, sitting in an arm chair in a way that only could make me think regal. His cock pressing against his pants and he rubbed it leisurely as he told me “Strip.” I felt as if I was on edge with want and need as I unzipped my dress and wiggled out. Letting it slide to the ground and my pussy was soaked at that pleased growl. “Good slut.” He pulled his cock out of his pants and I felt my mouth salivate. Wanting to feel that cock running over my tongue. I crawled to my Master for the night and started with his balls. Sucking each of the hairy orbs into my mouth. Suckling and running my tongue over the heavy sacks with a purr that made him groan. He pushed himself down on the chair, letting me pull of his pants before he spread his legs wider for me. I spit on my hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Moving my hand up and down as I moved my head lower, licking and sucking along his taint and moving my lips between his ass cheeks. Licking my Master’s ass and pushing my tongue into him as my hand jerks his cock off in a fast up and down motion. I knew just how to fuck him with my tongue. Lapping at his love button and making sure to tease it as best as I could before I felt his sphincter squeeze my tongue. His cock throbbing in my hand and his hot cum shoot up and land all over my hair and on my hand. His cock softened in my hand and he pulled my face away from his ass letting me look up at him still messy with his cum. He gestured to the bed where I could see the 4 point harness system and it was in no time I found myself face up, spread eagle, and with Master’s fingers in my pussy. His tongue over my clit, and my own orgasm just on the edge. I just had to be a good girl and wait until I’m told to let go.