I love being tied up and completely submitting to your will. I love when you tie me spread eagle to the bed with my pussy all on display. I love wondering if what awaits me will be pleasure or pain. My pussy lips are spread as far as they can go and you tease my wet pussy with the handle of a whip. Are you going to fuck me with it and bring me the sweet relief I crave or are you going to crack it right on my pussy and make me squeal in a mix of pleasure and pain? The whip comes down on my wet bald pussy and I immediately feel a mix of pleasure and pain. The whip keeps coming down without a rest and suddenly I cum hard. I love pleasing my master and I am so grateful he let me cum tonight.
Category: Extreme bondage
Bondage Whore Bernice Sometimes Regrets Being a Rope Bunny
Most days, I want to be a bondage whore. However, then there are days like yesterday I wish that I had never told anyone that I enjoy being a rope bunny. My master could be considered an expert at tying women up. He has been a rope master since I was in diapers. But as he ages, his strength dissipates. So, sometimes he uses surrogates to tie me up. And some of them, like his friend Alex, get extremely rough with me. And men like that make me regret being a rope bunny.
Master summoned me to the club last night. His friend needed a slave to practice his rope skills on. My master often takes younger men under his wing and helps them be dominant slave owners. Alex clerked for a friend of his, and they became friendly. Perhaps, master saw potential in him. He has an eye for natural domes. Just like he has an eye for submissive sex slaves.
The Life of Submissive Slaves Gets Painful Sometimes
Alex used me to practice his rope skills. From a simple hogtie to a more complicated reverse prayer tie, Alex used me as his practice doll. But Alex tied me up too well. Perhaps, master spoiled me by never binding me too tightly. And I don’t know if that’s because of his age or if he just never wanted to inflict pain. But Alex did not care about my comfort level. And I suppose most men do not.
The reverse prayer tie almost dislocated my shoulder. Master could see me crying, grimacing in pain. However, he never stopped Alex. He let him run the show. And he just sat back and masturbated. Today, my arm is in a sling. Plus, I have rope burns all over my body. And I can barely move. The life of a submissive whore can be dangerous.
The Brunette’s Bondage: A Nasty Narrative
As a brunette beauty, I exude a different kind of allure, a dark and mysterious charm that beckons dominate males. My hair is a beacon, attracting the most sadistic of masters. I’m not just a possession—I’m an obsession.My current owner is no different. He found me, a stray ready to be tamed, and put a collar around my neck. To the world, I’m a submissive slave, but to him, I’m his prized possession, his personal whore.
I’m often left bound and gagged, awaiting his return. The click of his boots signals my reward, and IArch my back in anticipation. He relishes in my helplessness, taking advantage of my vulnerable state.His hands explore my body, and his lips leave marks where they touch. I’m his canvas, and he’s the artist, painting me with bruises and bite marks. The pain is a symphony, a precursor to the main event.
He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he thrusts his thick, pulsing cock down my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t care, using my mouth as his personal playground. My eyes water, but the tears only add to his pleasure. The brunette in me emerges as I take his abuse, craving more. I’m a nasty little slut, and I love it when he treats me like one. My pussy drips with anticipation, and my ass twitches, eager for his invasion.