Category: Erotic submissive stories

Two girl showdown while you jack off in our faces

Female bondage

I love getting used and abused for my body and your personal sick pleasure. You’re especially an evil fuck, using multiple women at one time. Although I enjoy every part of being brutally beaten there’s always something new that cum’s my way that I can not wait to fucking jump on. Your my side hustle, the man I run to when I’m having a bad day to help me release my pain and daddy issues with. All my anxiety shoots out through my soiled moist clammy cooter, the more bloody fluids the better. I’m hooked, obsessed being your pussy punching bag.

2 girl showdown to appease your sick fantasy

You brought on another bitch to either make me jealous or use against me, either way I’m all for it, down for the extra crunchie cookie pound. Her pussy’s pulsating and her body’s shaking in fear for what you’ll do. With your big dick hanging out, enormous beast soiled in pre cum ready to slap her fearful face with. “Get on your back bitch” you yell as you tie her down. I’m leaking and lusting begging you to tie me too but you tell me, “go sit on her face whore”.

Slapping, beating and whipping you grabbed my neck and forced me to sit my creampie snatch on her mouth. Her sensual tongue swirling around my loosey goosey pussy lips has me shaking and jerking too, moaning and groaning, your eyes centered in us has me oozing like a leaky hose. Your stroking your cock in her face, she double slammed unable to breathe sucking on my swollen bell while whimpering.

“Harder whores, I said harder” as you stroked your meat stick rapidly. She’s crying with your big fat cock tip on her face, about to bust as you continue to whip me like a horse. Galloping bouncing on this bitch with every hit. Squirting down her throat as she’s gagging you finish her off. Cum filled cunts, beaten to a seman bloody pulp.

Light Bondage with Gracie & Daddy

 

 

 

Light Bondage

Light bondage for me, Daddy’’ I said. I looked at you with some fear in my eyes as I watched you tie every one of my limbs to the bedposts. I was scared, but I trusted you.

I knew Daddy would fuck me real good and go slow. I know he likes to see the scared in my eyes. I can see him getting harder and wetter every time he sees me flinch or yelp. He likes being fully in control. And I like being fully under his control.

I love the way my heart beats fast when I see him getting closer to me with the vibrator. I moan and scream as he thrusts me with his huge cock and uses the vibrator on my clit at the same time.

I can’t take it anymore!! I know I am about to erupt and squirt all over his face. I let out one more ‘don’t stop daddy’ until I completely collapse from exhaustion.

I need Daddy to fuck me again and again like that.

Sometimes I Must Help Other Men with Slave Training

slave trainingSlave training of new pets I assist men with sometimes. Master appears to be the only one in his friend circle with a constant slave. I don’t think all Master’s friends combined have owned a slave as long as master has owned me. But I believe that’s because master seems practical. Yes, I am younger than him. But he met me in a different time before modern technology really took off. Cell phones existed, the Internet existed, but when we met nobody owned a smart phone and a few people owned computers.

Master’s friends always try to go for the new shiny young girl. Perhaps it makes them feel young again. But master never traded me in for a younger model. We aged together. But Master’s friends go after coeds who just pretend to be submissive to get their bills paid. So those types of slaves never last long because they’re not lifestyle submissives.

I help train these girls. But a submissive whore is born, not made. Sure, you can mold her into a better slave, but if it’s not her lifestyle or mentality, she will never commit to her master like I do. Although I always want to help master when he makes a request, I do believe trying to train women who are not truly submissive is silly. But I do as I’m told.

Old School Slaves Like Me Seem More Rare By the Day

So, over the weekend I met master and his friend and the young coed slave at the BDSM club to begin some training. When left alone with this girl, I asked her about her motives. She got rude with me and very disrespectful. She’s clearly out for a paycheck not service to a superior dominant man. So, I knew in that brief exchange with her I would enjoy breaking her in for her new master. Sometimes, I become annoyed at these younger girls who never seem fully committed to a man they agreed to service.

As a slave, you must commit your mind, body, and soul to your master. And you do what you’re told because you serve as the slave. You don’t hedge your bets, milk somebody’s wallet and pretend. You truly offer up your entire body and mind to this man for his pleasure. So, to give her a taste for what she might experience with her new master, I paddled the shit out of her ass. I did not intend to break the bitch. But to make her realize what the life of a submissive slut really entails.

Some Women Just Pose as Subs to Get You to Pay Their Bills

I flogged her and I pegged her. Plus, I used nipple clamps and weights on her clit and her tits. And I gave her a lot of spankings and slaps. Even pulled her hair too. This bitch needed a wakeup call. And I told her that what I did was a sliver of what to expect as a full-time slave to master John. Within an hour of me spanking and flogging her and using BDSM equipment on her tiny body she fled the building crying, saying she’s not really a slave. I knew it.

And although I thought I did master and his friend a solid by weeding out the week, neither of them seemed happy that I scared her away. So, they turned their focus on me. And now I can’t sit straight. One ass cheek feels so battered it hurts to touch it. They choked me and slapped me and fucked me hard in the ass. Spit on me, choked me some more and degraded me. I guess that’s what I get for trying to help. I just wanted that bitch to understand what she signed up for. But instead, I got punished. Perhaps, the next time I’m asked to help I’m just going to do what I’m told.

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.

Pissing Phone Sex for The Best Toilet Queen of Pleasure

As a Submissive Pissing phone sex intrigued me greatly. The feeling of surrendering control, of being used and degraded for another’s pleasure, it’s like a drug to me. I crave it, need it, can’t get enough. That’s why, when I saw the Craigslist ad for a “human toilet” at the ritzy St. Regis hotel downtown, I knew I had to apply.

Starting with the interview, a blur of intense questions and degrading tasks. In fact I was made to strip, to crawl, to address the interviewer as “Master.” By the end, my body was trembling with anticipation and my pussy was dripping wet. I was hired on the spot.

My first shift arrived, and I made my way to the hotel’s exclusive “Golden Suite of Pissing Phone Sex”

Now kneeling beside the porcelain throne, naked and shivering with excitement. First off  I had been given strict instructions: I was to remain kneeling at all times, unless told otherwise. Also, I am not to speak unless spoken to. And most importantly, I was to be ready and willing to receive any and all fluids my clients chose to give me.

The first client arrived shortly after. He was a middle-aged man in a expensive suit, with a cruel smile playing at his lips. He approached me, unzipping his pants to reveal his already hard cock.

“Open your mouth, slut,” he commanded. I obeyed, parting my lips to accept his length. Starting with fucking my face. Pure brutal intensity. I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t dare pull away.

After several minutes, he pulled out, his cock slick with my saliva. “Now, present yourself,” he growled. I crawled over to the toilet and knelt before it, spreading my legs wide. He stepped behind me, his cock poised at my entrance.

Then I was commanded to “Beg for it,” he demanded. As I did, pleading and whimpering, promising to be his perfect little toilet. Finally, grunting, he plunged into me, his cock filling me completely. Now He is fucking me hard and fast, using me like a mere receptacle for his pleasure.

When he was ready, he pulled out and aimed his cock at my face. In the end I got the “Open your mouth, whore,” he snapped. Once I did, he came. That final explosion of his hot, sticky seed filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, every drop, just as I had been trained for bukkake phone sex.

Pissing phone sex

 

Submissive Sex is the Life of a Subby Whore

submissive sexMy life seems full of submissive sex. I can’t remember the last time anyone made love to me. Like a mutual satisfying sexual experience. Most men don’t care if I cum or not because they see me is nothing more than a cum dumpster. I’m just here to take their jizz. But I’m used to that. However, that does not mean that I still don’t have needs. So, I often masturbate on calls even if you tell me not to. Sometimes I just can’t help myself.

This weekend, I thought I would just work. I did not have plans for anything else. But master had other plans for me. He took me out of town to a BDSM convention. I never realized such things occurred. I’ve never been to a BDSM convention. Apparently, they’ve been going on for decades. It’s not like the convention occurs in some big conference room at Las Vegas hotel or anything. These sorts of conventions tend to be underground. Not literally underground, but in a more private setting.

Master said I needed to wear a costume because the convention had a Halloween theme. We never attended a convention other than law conventions together. But he always wanted to go to one and bring his submissive whore with him. So, I put on a sexy spider costume and master went as an old-time pimp. He had a great 70s pimp daddy suit.

At first, I seemed very excited about this. I would meet other slaves. And hang out in a rich man’s lavish mansion. Plus, I got to spend a weekend in a different town with master. He told his wife he planned a golfing trip for the weekend. I don’t often get two days with him like this.

This Subby Whore Enjoys a Variety of BDSM Things

The host’s house seemed huge. According to my master, his home contains over 20 bedrooms and 30 bathrooms. I didn’t ask what the guy did for a living because I didn’t want to know. Masters and their servants each got their own room to spend the weekend. This seemed less like a convention and more like a slave orgy. No guest speakers. No vendors. Just other masters and their slaves.

The first night seemed like a lot of fun. Master and I tried out some new BDSM equipment. And we got to spend the night in bed fucking thanks to Viagra. He fucked me like he once did. And this kind of fucking, I needed. We didn’t necessarily make love because he slapped me a few times and choked me. But he did make me cum. He ate my pussy. He fingered my pussy. And he fucked my pussy and ass.

The next day, however, things became more wicked. The host insisted on a slave swap. Giving men a chance to fuck a different slave. Swinging, I guess, in the BDSM world. But every time I swap masters, I learn that my master treats me far better than any other master. And I got paired with master Alex. He thought I needed some slave training. He took me to one of the rooms and tied me to a saw a horse. And he broke out this massive sex machine. Honestly, I’ve never seen a dildo attachment that large before on one of those devices. I’m no stranger to them. But this one look like it could do some damage.

Every Time I am with Another Master, I Appreciate My Master More

The master the host paired me with can no longer fuck. He lost his balls to prostate cancer a few years ago, so no more erections for him. He gets his sexual gratification out of torturing mature women like me. But he turned that sex machine on to the highest speed right off the bat. My whole body convulsed as that sex machine ravaged my ass. It had a double-sided attachment so it could penetrate both my holes at once.

Although I did cum from the sex machine, it kept running after my orgasm. So, that ruined the orgasm. When somebody or something keeps fucking you after you’ve cum you become over sensitized and pleasure quickly turns to pain and discomfort. The more I wiggled and grimaced, the more turned on this master became. By the time it came to switch back to our true masters I looked like a hot fucking mess. And I felt like one too.

I pretty much crawled back into the arms of my master. And I let him know that I find him to be the best master on the planet. And that’s true. Because every guy he’s ever lent me out to destroys my holes. Master does not destroy his prized pony. Although I had fun this weekend being able to spend a lot of time in one big BDSM mansion with my master I’m glad to be back home. My pussy and ass need the rest.

Bare Bottom Spankings Make this Naughty Girls Pussy Drip

Bare Bottom Spankings

Bare Bottom Spankings turn me on so much. I Like being spanked, and spanked hard. My Dom Daddy knows just what I need when I am being a very naughty girl. As he requires I spend my time being the well behaved, good girl that he deserves. One time I was being quite the brat, and he punished me accordingly. Sending shock waves to my pussy and my ass. With each hard spank, his hand came down across my ass so brutally.

Daddy makes me count when I am across his lap. He pulls my panties all the way down. Sometimes I lay flat across him, that way I can feel his cock growing and stiffening beneath me. His strong hands circle my soft, round ass cheeks. The anticipation of when he brings down his hands, is what makes my pussy yearn.

With each strike, I count. ” One Daddy! Two Daddy! Three Daddy!”

The strikes grow harder with each blow. Sending searing, heated sharp slaps to my cheeks. Spanking warms my ass up making my ass feel fevered. Bright pink hand prints all over each cheek. Some spanks landing harder than others to the point where you see the lines from where the joints at each knuckle would be. If I don’t count correctly, or I stammer. I’m made to start all the way back at one. Once I was such a naughty girl, Daddy made me spank all the way to one hundred. Needless to say, I was bruised and large welts peppered my cute ass, though I thought they looked so sexy.

I can be spanked for anything, at any given time. Once I was punished for calling him Sir, instead of calling him Daddy. Another time I was reprimanded for fucking a guy and allowing him to cum inside Daddies pussy. Sometimes I even get punished for giggling.

But all the time, I do it on purpose

Feeling Daddies Hard cock growing under me, while Im stretched out across his lap. I get so horny, achy and turned on. But with each slap on my ass cheek, I inch closer towards that sweet needed release that can only be found between the throws of pleasure and pain.

Hooked on abuse like the curve in your naughty cock

Erotic submissive stories

I’m so hooked on abuse, like the curve of your cock that smacks my insides in the right place. I’ve always searched high and low for a man to throw me around but now it’s easier than it’s ever been. You all crave to tear me down emotionally and physically, telling me what a nasty whore I am while your brutally beating me. Humiliation through my soul all the way down to my gaping snatch, calling your fearless cock’s name.

I especially love a man with an ass fetish, who can treat me like a dog, the animal you control and smash while giving orders to me. On my stomach or with my nose to my knees you dig and stretch my bunghole out with no lube. You wanted to be deep in my ass, spitting, covering your throbbing cock with massive amounts of drooling flowing out of your sick mouth. Rock hard balls banging against me like bulldozers full of milky spooge. 

You enjoy this shit, making me beg to be bent over and humiliated, spent out and spun like a god damn crusty ass slut whore. Put some hose and heels on me to make the situation even more seductive, adding some height for my creamy cooter to catch that devil dick perfectly. Stretched out thick, as wide as you could, double stuffed, rough and raw.

Torture sex makes me go buck wild baby!

Spewing cum, blood and thick ooze. Red rose split in two as I’m torn shredded up. Spit filled shaft and a thorny cock, my insides weeping, dripping and splurging gigantic piles of nasty sauce.

With a nice good smack to my sweet cheeks  your cock continues to shovel out shit, locked and loaded, cocked and ready blast my ass out. So deep my cervix is surrounded and soiled. You milked  my anus so good sweatheart leaving me tingling and numb, jerking as I’m ready for the next round of anal pound town.

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.

 

 

Erotic BDSM Stories – The Lamb among Wolves

Erotic BDSM StoriesI think Some of the most Erotic BDSM Stories are when things happen that aren’t expected. What’s expected, you ask? Well, you know Im a submissive, you know Im a cum slut, you know I Love existing for cock and obeying My Sir, Daddy or Master. But, What’s unexpected?

A Lamb Among Wolves

So Fucking horny. My Pussy ached. The teasing was unrelenting this time. I’m sure if you would ask me though, I’d say it was that way every time.  He met me after Lunch, He had an appointment. I pretend I don’t know what its for. When He pulls up in the absolute sexiest truck I’ve ever seen, it’s only an extension of him. I picked this outfit for him. Cute short black skirt, Daddies little Monster top and no panties, hair in braided pigtails. I Slide into the seat beside him, and the leather is slick and warm from the sun. Fully on expecting to have my brains fucked out.

He Teases Me as usual. But todays different… I’m in a mood. And Daddy, well he’s in a mood too. I can hear him breathing, and my heart is pounding. After a short drive we are at the park. We don’t discuss much, but the sexual tension is mounting. I don’t look at Daddy, but I circle my index fingernail on his thigh.

“On My Lap, Princess”

I’m already soaking fucking wet, just hearing him breathe. I am So Wet, in fact, that I know my pussy is going to leave a little wet trail on his pants. Taking my place on his lap, facing him with my back to his steering column. I being unbelting, and unzipping. I love the sound the buckle makes. But,  What’s this? Oh My, his chest is heaving. His eyes are needy, and his body is responding to my every…single…touch. Daddies Hard Cock strained against his shorts, and my hunger grew. My Mouth salivated.  My eyes meet his and for the first time ever, I know this will be different.

Allow yourself to be a Lamb, and the Wolves will Eat you

 

Being the opportunist I am, I leaned in to Daddies neck, burying my face there, just to feel his reaction. Kissing his neck passionately and Nipping at his adams apple with my teeth.  It was one of want, of need. Daddy was so tense, so stressed. His body in knots. I had to make that go away.

Reaching in my clutch, I keep this itty bitty little blade, for biting things that need to be bit. Sometimes, I use it to make myself feel alive, but this time I think Daddy just needed to be on the other end of it. Or, Maybe, I Just needed him to be on the other end of it.

Taking it in hand, I traced it down his center. He never gives me control, he doesn’t know how to let it go. That shiny, sharp little point made the difference. He was so still as it traced it’s way down to his hip bones, as I like mirroring what I do to myself, with Daddy. Applying the lightest pressure, the blade bit, and I drug it slowly. That quick bite of searing heated pain, comes quickly, and stings….. his narrowed eyes, relaxed. My finger tips play in his life force, now making beautiful little drips from the surface of his skin. Just a nick, a little scratch.

But That Crimson Color makes me weak.

Drawing My fingers to My mouth, as I watch him catching his ragged breath. Tasting the sweet metallic tang of Him. Painting My lips with it as I reach down between us, pulling My Daddy out of his Shorts, and nestling him between my swollen cunt lips. My slit slick with every thought of him. Wet with the wonder. Saturated with my juices, that Daddy created.

(TBC)