Category: Erotic bondage stories

Danger daddy turning my young one twat into a trick bitch

Bondage phone sex

 

I still remember the day that daddy sold me to a high cash customer when I was a little one. He was a brutal fuck mean fuck machine that tore my sweet twat apart. Daddy loved these types of cash paid fucks. Giving him racks for my tiny gaping hole they loved so much. I was a hot young virgin commodity and worth a pretty penny to those rich old fucks with a dirty mind.

I can still hear his footsteps creeping to my door. My old deadbeat daddy was always busy with work and sold me off to fill his thick wallet much like his incestula pecker.. Old man big payer who was willing to even ship me made me the perfect victim I am today, forming me into a pretty little slut whore. Always prepared for what he would bring to the bed was so exciting to me soiling my little one piece jammies with the easy open ass, it made my tight little moist cooter clamped up in anticipation when that door creeped opened in the middle of the night. I should’ve been a blossoming little school girl, ironing my short skirt uniform and preparing for school the next day.

He came in with the big black bag full of dildo’s and tools used to stretch my little cooter preparing my cuntie  for his nasty thick old daddy nub. It was a thick as a beer can and too big for my barely legal peach fuzz bunghole so the rubber BBC’s and stretch machines were shoved deep inside my clam. Screaming and kicking with my legs spread wide he’d hold my mouth shut, spanking my bitty butt till I shut the hell up or he’d shove his cock down my throat before taking his rage and evil rape fantasies out on me. Shredding, cutting, ripping me up like a knife with his gigantic dick in my tiny cream filled canal leaving me a in a bloody cum filled bed.

Mommy and daddy could careless because he paid top dollar for a virgin even tattooing his name above my tight scorched pussy so I’d never forget who robbed me of my youth, always left me gaping and took all my popped cherries with him.

Bondage Whore Bernice is Ready to Be Your Slave

bondage whoreBeing a bondage whore is not glamorous. Although I love being tied up, I do not want just anybody to tie me up. Now my master ties great knots. And he never leaves me tied up indefinitely. Some of these men I play with from bondage sites want to leave me for dead apparently.

I got myself into trouble this weekend. Master doesn’t know that I often seek out younger men than him to tie me up. Although he still ties a decent knot, he doesn’t do it nearly as often as I crave. And he doesn’t do it like he once did. That’s because he’s in his 70s. I’m in my 40s. So, I figure what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Over the weekend, this submissive slut answered an ad on Fet life looking for a mature woman for bondage. Seemed innocent enough. And right up my alley. So, I started talking with the guy and we arranged for him to come to my place over the weekend. Since my son and daughter grew up and moved out, I live alone.

But that comes with some downsides. Sure, I have more freedom to enjoy encounters with random men. However, if one of those men leaves me tied up, no one will find me. Back in the day, a man occasionally left me alone, bound, and gagged, but either my son or my daughter found me and begrudgingly let me loose. This weekend, when a guy I met tied me up like a sack of potatoes on my living room floor with my cell phone out of reach, no one could help me.

A Subby Bitch Gets Herself into All Sorts of Trouble

I pissed myself like a dog. I knocked shit over breaking things master gave me trying to get to my phone after 72 hours bound and alone. And I started to give up hope. But I somehow managed to get myself up and turned around to open the front door. And when I did, I found master there. Apparently, he arranged this as punishment. He found out about my side action with other men and set me up.

But he seemed surprised that I could even get to the door. He and the guy who left me tied up took bets on how long it would take for me to get out of the house or call someone. Master fearing I may be hurt, was about to set me free.

 But he decided to punish his submissive whore with his belt. He loves to spank me, but usually he uses his bare hands not the belt. But I understand. I was a bad whore. And I deserved to be punished. I still can’t sit straight. My butt feels so raw. I’d like to say I’ve learned my lesson. But I bet I find myself in similar trouble in the near future. Somehow, I just can’t help myself.

Erotic bondage stories with Gracie

Erotic Bondage Stories

 

Erotic Bondage Stories about fucking Whore Gracie

She always walks into the dungeon like she’s braver than she is.
Horny with her chin high, breathing easy…until she reaches the circle of dildos and candles, that’s when her confidence starts to crack. I see it every time. The moment she realizes she’s stepped back into my world, not hers. 

She kneels because she knows better.
Because the rules demand it, I mean, she wants to be dominated and stretched out. And she knows Daddy would do that for her.

The first coil of rope touches her neck, and the shiver that runs through her pussy gives her away. 

She’s scared!

She tries to hide it, tries to keep still, tries not to show how badly she needs to be controlled and choked.

I pull her arms behind her back, tightening the rope until her cunt is practically blue from no circulation. Not a sound, not a complaint… but her pussy is pulsing. She forgets I can feel it through the rope.

Every knot brings her closer to that edge, and I know I’ll have her squirting in no time.
Quiet, shaking, obedient, waiting for a command she’ll follow without thought.

She’s breaking beautifully. 

It’s almost Halloween, time to ravage some fresh feral pussy!

Bondage whore

I met you at a local bar and knew you were a bad boy. I love my bad boys, such girthy cocks with a nasty plan. Erotic submissive role play’s going through your head as you trap me for a sick love evil bondage time, spooky season and I wanna go trick or treaty. After you’ve used my face as a landing pad for your filthy white cream, making me swallow every drop it wasn’t good enough. You want more to bang, bust, to take your rage and anger out on.

Naked and bloodied you put my cum covered body in a little dress, tie my hands behind my back and shoved me in your car. Forced to be used for you to trap little one’s to torture along with me, halloween trapping time. We drive to the nearest church and I convince a barely legal blonde bitch to cum ride with us. You have one plan in mind and don’t wanna listen to us whimper and cry, knocking us out, then bound use to a table together.

A young little whore for you to rip and shred, I’m forced to hold her leg’s as you whip her and bang her back side with your throbbing cock, opening her ass up in pieces as you pound away. Bloody goey oozy white spooge pouring out as you continue to smash her little tight wet pussy.

Balls deep in a bondage whore’s ass makes you bust your creepy nuts

So deep with your girthy fat throbbing shaft in that tight ass as she’s still screaming and crying, you don’t need a scary mask for this. Each push, each shove makes her quiver and shiver sending you over the edge, fingering my ass at the same time, making me jiggle and bounce, controlling my every god damn move. I’m so turned on watching you take your rape fantasies out on this poor little sissy bitch.

My creampie cunt spirts and squirts all over your bondage table, leaking and dripping to the floor leaving you covered with that fresh feral kidnapped little tortured soul. You prey and search for that tight canal to can crush again and again.

Erotic BDSM Stories The Lamb among Wolves part II

Erotic BDSM Stories

Erotic BDSM Stories Continued…. Read part 1 Here

The Lamb among Wolves

Reaching down between Daddy and I, my hand took hold of his cock. The way he looked at me. Pulling his meat up to meet my slit, and working it between my fat little pussy lips to expose my hidden clit. I was so juicy wet as I teased my horny pussy with Daddies Hard cock. Rubbing his pre cum into me, mixing our fluids together.

I couldn’t get Daddy inside my cunt fast enough. Raising My Hips, so I could sink him deep into my velvety abyss. I think If I even tried to stay still, my pussy would have gotten a mind of its own and fucked his daddy dick so good. It was his eyes, the way he looked at me. the way he needed me to make him feel good.

His hands made their way around, gripping my ass and slapping it. Spanking me, while his dick was deep inside. Sharp reminders of what a Good Girl Should do for her Daddy.

It was my purpose.

My hips raised and lowered. Hands running over his chest up unto his shoulders. I plopped this little pussy down on his cock, and rode him steady. Using every muscle in my body to fuck him. Daddies Dick went all the way into the pit of my stomach. That Urge. the Ache. I couldn’t satiate it, no matter how hard, fast, or deep we fucked.

My nails digging into his shoulders, as I just couldn’t get close enough. I wanted more.

Leaning forward as far as my body would allow. I buried my face into him. My body fully submitting to his cock. I was giving in to him. Moaning with earth shattering pleasure, I started cumming all over his cock. My body shivering and shaking as I had to give in completely to my sex.

No time for recovery. My libido entered overdrive. Needing him desperately, I would do whatever I had to to coax the cum from deep within his balls. I wanted it inside me., My inside needed to be flooded with his sticky man milk. Wrapping my hands around him, and anchoring him Deep as I clenched my cunt around his cock.

Even Lambs Have teeth

My Body moved against his, thrashing. The pink plush walls of my cunt flexxed and drew his spunk, from deep within. His body gave way into mine. Intertwining. Releasing a flood of cum and sending us both into the throws of passion, fire spark ignited.

 

 

Daddy got paid to get me gangbanged

Gangbang phone sex

I’m the visual and definition of a whore bitch with nasty daddy issues. Mine either whooped my ass if I didn’t do what he said, or shoved his cock down my throat. Either way I began to love it, using my body to get what I want even if it meant getting torn to absolute shreds and pieces. Locked, brutally beaten, trapped and rape fantasies taken out on me on a regular basis. One thing I loved about all the abuse I endured was making some cash, I didn’t get to keep much but it made me feel like my soiled wet cutie tight cooter was worth more than just a punch.

I was forced and trapped  as a slut sex worker by my own fucking family since I was a young one, badass boss daddy, violated, tortured, and tied up for all his pedo fuck friends to cum and play with me. I’ve always been daddy’s little fuck toy, uncle used to play too. I needed work and love this shit, it’s a win win. 

Paid to get gangbanged in daddy’s dark dungeon.

Daddy kept my tight cooter in a corner in the back room, tied to the bondage chair. My feet and legs behind my back, my tight, bald, lubed up cunt wide open. The chair changes to each man’s desires. I can’t see but feel hands on my thighs as my slick pussy get’s opened up by some mechanical machine I cannot see. I’m stretched out, I can feel the air, then two cocks shoved in my at the same time. My legs detached behind my shoulders. I can feel all the balls smacking my asshole while I’m getting fucking smashed out. Two men sucking on my titty’s, rubbing them, my clit getting tickled, and another finger up my asshole. It was too much for one woman to take, I covered myself in my own cum. Turned on and tortured.

My pussy went off like a fucking shooter fire hose, daddy loved to watch me swallow and gag. So much squirt, sauces, soaking, dripping, poppin off and leaving a pool inside my widened kitty. 

This Cock Worshiping Slut Wants to be Owned

I Crave to be Owned by your cock. Your Dominating ways Draw me in. I’m captivated and cock worshiping is the only way I know to thank you. I will use every single inch of my body to please you. Let Me Explain.

Ive had a certain Dominating Daddy for years. He controls every aspect of me when we play. He Instructs me of what outfit to put on. Sometimes, its sexy lingerie. Other times, it’s a corset, and heels. This time, It was His shirt and lavender thigh high stockings. It had been some time since we saw one another.

His hand wrapped around my throat, he controlled My breathing. His fingers teasing my snatch. Slipping his index, up and down my tight wet slit. Not allowed to breathe as he played with me driving me crazy. Then inserting his fingers inside, and allowing me a few deep ragged gasps.

He teased me that way for what seemed like hours. Commanding me to cum on his fingers, and I obliged, so grateful.

Calling me princess. Making me crave his cock even more. I sank down to my knees in front of him. Pulling him out of his pants. So Hungry for him. To taste him. To worship him. I’ve yearned for it. My Mouth encases his cock with such hunger, such need. I Kiss his cock, sucking him deep into my mouth, my throat opening and accepting my fate. I sit there still, with his cock shoved deep into the flesh of my throat, and swallow around him.

He commands me to stare into his eyes, while mine being to tear up.

I hold Him there deep in my throat until I can’t any longer. My Mouth drooling all over him.

I begin to fuck him hard and deep with my mouth. Giving him what he deserves. Making him feel good. Using My Throat for his pleasure. Until He is ready for my body. I would suck him off for hours if that would please him.

So Hard and Throbbing, he directs me to ride him. My Pussy Sliding down over his fleshy knob, sucking and drawing him into me. He wants me to sit there, and clench around his big throbbing dick. I kegel my pussy, clamping it on to him. Neither one of us barley moving, But so connected.

I cum so hard all over him as he commands.

…… Right before his bare cock, fills my pussy full.

 

Cock Worshiping

 

 

Bukkake frisky fun all covered in cum

Bukkake phone sex

I’m a sucker for a dominating man, but multiple?! Sign me the fuck up, well actually, I was overcome, over run, ran through like a god damn pack of feral wolves in a pack, looking for a woman in heat to breed with their cocks out. Don’t get me wrong, my tight soiled clam creams like a fucking hose at the thought of getting tied down and tortured. I wanna be ravaged and left bloody and bruised. Abusive brutal fucking isn’t fun if rope and fear aren’t involved.

I didn’t intend to get that kind of attention when I showed to an after party. Grabbed by the neck in the corner where no one could see or hear my screams, my hands tied behind my back all the way to my neck. With a cover over my eyes i had no idea what was to cum next. Tied to some kind of cold metal pole, my clothes ripped off, my moist soiled pussy pulsating and shaking in fear. I could hear all the foot steps, smell the cigar smoke, bottles of beer. Gang banged, massive amounts of men taking all their rage and rape fantasies out on me. Every time I whimpered I got slapped, I deserved it, I should know better how much that control turns me on.

Bukkake in the face, covered and smothered

One after another they fucked the shit outa my tiny little puff muff, creamy, leaking and running bloody cum out like a god damn river. So many cocks it was too many, I lost count after my loose lipped pussy lips went numb. Shaking, quivering, thrusting my legs around every deep diver, pulled out and sprayed to my face, covering my mouth, the minute I can take a breathe another load fills my cheeks. Dripping, I’m drooling gigantic amounts of goey thick spooge

Prostate Milking on The Milking Table

Prostate MilkingI am No FemDom, but Prostate Milking excites me.  Sometimes My Master tasks me with something he doesn’t want to do, and he watches as I do it. It turns me on to be watched. Lured over By Him.

A Friend of his has always wanted me, he wants to fuck me. Normally Wes, {That’s My sirs name} Wes has me fuck some of his colleges, his friends. But For Some reason he does not want Brandon, to touch me. However, this week it was different.

I was told that Brandon would be coming over and that I was tasked with making him cum. The rules were that I couldn’t use my mouth, pussy or ass to make him cum, and I had to drag it out over 8 hours and make it agonizing. I knew right away, I would be using the milking table.

…Milking his cum

Brandon arrived and had no knowledge of what was in store for him. He only knew That I am into BDSM, and I am submissive. I took him by the hand and led him into the playroom. Candles lit, tool’s schism playing low in the background. I asked him to undress, and climb on the table lying face down.

“What is this Angel?” Brandon questioned, half laughing. I began to explain.

“The Milking table is like a lab bench style table. 7 feet Long. You mount it, and lie face down. It’s been designed with a hole sawed out and sanded, for a penis and testicles to drop through. The table is also adjustable so you can raise and lower it. It has already been adjusted so I can sit comfortably beneath it. The Divets on the corners are crafted, so your limbs can be restrained to it with a lobster claw that locks in.”

“Please Brandon… up, up”

Naked. He climbed up on the table. Smiling, but you could see both fear and excitement on his face. This made him sexy, to me. That fear of not knowing what’s about to happen. I made my way to the end of the table where his ankles would be locked. ” Please stay on your hands and knees, You are going to feel me hooking your ankles in the shackles.”

He was bent, on all fours. Vulnerable. After Locking his ankles in, I made my way to the head of the table. Put My face, close to his. “Try to relax, just breathe” My black sheer open cupped bra, and sheer black panties hugged my body perfectly. Brandon Couldn’t take his eyes off of me. “Stay in this position, I’m going to do a little something to help you relax”

I made my way back to the foot of the table. Sir said I couldn’t use my mouth, ass or pussy to make him cum, but he didn’t say i couldn’t use them at all. Up on the table, Crawling up between his legs, My hands on each round cheek of his ass. I massaged his meaty globes. My hands kneading, and pulling his crack open. I leaned in and gave a broad lick with my fat wet tongue.

…licking his hole

A Mans man, was what Brandon was. He almost cooed when my tongue slid over his brown hole. I licked from the bottom of his balls, to the tippy top of his crack and back down. My Tongue, pointed I began pushing into his sacred hole. He moaned, oohed and ahhed. Milking tool in hand as I ate his ass. i began running the tool, along his calves, and up the backs of his thighs. His hands gripped the edge of the table.

“Do you like that?” I said. My tongue back at his asshole, flicking. The Prostate Milker running along the muscles in his buttock.

He just moaned.

“I guess That’s a No” I Stopped.

“Angel …pplleassse don’t stop”

Slowly licking his asshole. I brought the toy to my Lips. Gathering the thick spit, I licked and sucked on the milker. I also spit on his cinnamon ring. Rubbing my saliva in with the tip of the toy.  Then I slowwwwwly began to insert.

His Hands gripped the table. Brandon let out a low throaty growl, as his anus found suction, and sucked the toy in deep, knotting it right up against his nubbly little prostate. Every time Brandon moved, it would lightly tap his prostate. I smiled, dropping off the table, and walking up to face him.

His breath deep, heavy and softly moaning. ” It feels good doesn’t it?” I asked. Wagging my finger in a come hither motion. Brandon began to move toward me. With each Movement the tapping on his prostate began to tease him. He moaned out loud. So sexy. I latched his wrists in the cuffs.

It was time to Call Sir.

Part 2 coming soon

 

Extreme bondage never has a safe word & I don’t deserve one

Extreme bondageExtreme bondage whores are obedient. Bound by ropes and chains, serving as an object of lust and degradation for the sadistic masters who claim me. I thought I could be some powerful executive, but my nature knows what I am meant for. My name is whispered in dark, dank dungeons, a mere invitation for those who crave the exquisite agony of watching a willing slut dissolve into submissive tears.
There is no safe word for me, for I am not a human, but a slave to serve as a plaything, crafted by pain and pleasure to service the most twisted desires. I’ve let go of my real life; I’ve never been dominant. It’s time I face up to my true nature and let myself become a faithful slave. My every whimper, every shudder, every bead of sweat is a testament to my unwavering devotion to the art of Hardcore bondage.
Even as the ropes dig into my flesh, as the heavy shackles chafe my wrists and ankles, I know the intensity of my torment is for a bigger purpose. My suffering lies in my greatest pleasure – the knowledge that I am exactly where I was meant to be, a mere vessel for the dark fantasies that course through the veins of my dominants.
Oh, it’s such a beautiful feeling of being totally helpless, my body a labyrinth of ropes and restraints, as a firm, commanding Daddy exacts his brutal brand of discipline upon me. My tears are nothing more than the sweetest nectar, a seal of my unwavering submission as I surrender to the unrelenting torture.