I love being a bondage whore. Bondage is much better in real life though than on the phone. That is because I struggle to tie my own knots or get my body contorted into certain positions. Master and I met at a bondage club in NYC in 2000. He loved tying me up. He said I had a body built for ropes. I am well-proportioned. I have big boobs and wide hips. Long arms and long legs. I am not double jointed though. I wish I was because then I could tie myself up or get out of the knots a man leaves me in. Over the weekend, I was playing bondage games with a man I met on Fet Life. He is married like my master to a woman who is no submissive whore. I am not sure why dominant men marry dominant women, but I am happy to be the side piece of beef that he experiments on. Tony brought all kinds of ropes. He practiced simple knots with my hands behind my back. He used a two-column tie in the beginning for a crab tie. Pretty basic. He wanted my arms behind my back in a box tie. That position always hurts my shoulders. With every rope position, he got more creative with his ties, and that meant more pain for me. A pretzel hogtie left me powerless on the floor. For that one, I was naked and exposed. All four of my limbs were pulled behind me with my wrists bound to my ankles in a position that could have left me paralyzed with one false move. I trusted this guy. He was into women like me who enjoy bondage and submission games. Once I was in a more dangerous and painful position, he left me for my son and his friends to find. They came home drunk and saw me naked and bound like a side of beef. They took advantage of the situation. They pissed on me and fucked me, and still left be bound and gagged until this morning. Now I have a dislocated shoulder and rope burns I will have to explain to my master.
Category: Extreme bondage
Bondage Whore Bo
Sometimes Master Tomas likes to put me in extreme bondage and let his friends do whatever they want to me. The first time it happened, he put me in bondage and then when his friends started doing things to me, I complained that I didn’t want to be used by them. I only wanted to be used by Master. He was not amused with me being mouthy about the situation, so the next time, he made sure he had a ball gag for me. He told me that men didn’t want to hear my complaining. All they wanted was to fuck my holes.
So, from then on, I’ve been silenced every time Master’s friends come over for a BDSM session. Unless, of course, one of them wants to throat fuck me. Then the ball gag gets taken out until he’s done with my mouth. Sometimes they want to spank me and use me as a bukkake slut. Sometimes they use nipple clamps and give my nipples little electrical charges. What would you do to me if Master Tomas gave me to you for the night?
I Need More Than Light Bondage!
Light bondage is for white bitches! a chocolate slave like me can handle extreme BDSM and sex that’s so rough its assault. I’m used to being treated like dark fuck meat with holes made for a superior white cock. You always bind me by my tits and twat until they’re bulging through the ropes. I want to be your nigger cum dumpster so bad that I actually enjoy when you demand that I worship your lily-white dick. If my praise doesn’t seem sincere, you punish me however you see fit. You know how much I hate nigger dick so if/when your pretty porch monkey gets out of line you let 6 big black apes fuck me pink hole. I only want your cock in my filthy nigger pussy, master. “Please don’t let those silver backs touch me and force fuck my ass” I beg as they come closer with their swinging cocks. You still let them obliterate my fuck holes with their big ass nigger dicks because that’s what darkie sluts like me are good for. It is my job to figure out what makes master happy so I hope after I get all this nigger juice out my twat I can please you again.
2 Girl Torture Time
I know how I always end up in these 2 girl torture situations. I might be blonde but I’m not dumb. I knew that I was going to be locked up and forced to take all kinds of objects in every one of my hot and horny holes, that’s basically my full time job. I didn’t know, though, that me and my fellow fuck sub were going to be detained and constrained for a whole day before the slit expansion happened!
That’s right, for 24 hours, down to the second, a group of methed up masters kept us locked in tiny cages as they tormented us. I only know because there was a big clock ticking on the wall the entire time, seemingly laughing at us with every instant that passed. Any time they weren’t snorting lines of ice or sucking fumes out of a glass dick, they were tormenting and torturing me and the sweet girl I had just met before we started.
They started with the cattle prods, you can’t get guys around fire or electricity without them getting really excited to control it. We got shocked and zapped by four of the messed up fuckers while the others took turns pissing all over us. Once they brought in the other tools, the zaps came along less frequently, but they were always there, especially if we ever started looking tired. ZAP!!! Your ass is wide awake after 20 milliamps surge through your whole body, at least for a while.
They can shock me and beat me all they want, the part that I hated the most was the buckets of ice water. They were almost unbearable, especially after all of that warm pee. I’ll take a rough stick jab to the gut and hardcore hair pulling over gallons of freezing water and hard ice any day of the week. It’s also hard to rest while you’re heading for hypothermia, I understand why they did it. Doesn’t mean I liked it.
After our full day of demented degradation, they finally pulled us out of our cages… and locked us up on a couple of fuck machines! Cowgirl on a Sybian or doggy style on a Drilldo, either way we were shackled down tight and held firmly in place. Sure, they switched us off back and forth from machine to machine, but they whipped and smacked us and yelled obscenities in our faces the whole time, jamming their cocks into any of our holes that they could along the way.
Once their drugged out dicks decided to stop working, they got angry. I thought we were in for it but they all ended up arguing and fighting each other. The commotion ended up seeing them out the door, leaving me and that sweet little girl still strapped up to the perverted appliances, our pussies and bodies numb from all of the abuse, the clock smiling down at us with its stupid, time keeping face. Fucking meth heads.
Slave Training
I brought you a teen slut like you asked, Master. I caught my niece watching interracial porn while she rubbed her little clit so I decided to show her howe nigger sluts get treated by superiors. I was thinking that we can tie her by her ankles and wrist and continue to edge her twat. Most little jungle bunnies are ravenous sex animals so depriving her of her orgasm will be torture. Cover her head with a latex mask as you continue to play with her cunt and bringing her to the edge. I’ll bring you a whip and flogger to slap her inner thighs with. I want her skin to be welted, bruised, and torn like she is a runaway slave! You’re the best master to start her slave training, sir. I don’t want her black snatch to go to waste on a bunch of ape dicks that don’t know how to keep a bitch in place! Are you proud of me, Master?
Can’t Crack This Cunt
I think that guys like to put me through extreme bondage fucking because they want to see what it takes to make my super submissive cunt crack. How do you break a slutty sub who refuses to snap? The answer is, you don’t. You can try, little man, but I guarantee that you will not succeed.
There’s this one dom that likes to spend his time coming up with all sorts of sadistic ways to try to fracture his fair skinned little fuck dolls and, apparently, I always get to be test subject numero uno for all of his twisted twat torturing sex schemes. Between you and me, they aren’t anything new, just new to him. I just roll with it like a good slave should and let him believe that everything he does to me I’m experiencing with him for the first time.
He’s real big on throat fucking and making me gag out my thick gullet spit all over his cock and balls. I know he wants to make me puke but I don’t do that anymore. Years of hardcore esophagus hammering have hampered that trigger, for sure. He can pummel my windpipe all he wants, I won’t be losing my lunch from being throat banged anytime in the foreseeable future!
He also thinks that making me completely immobile and violating my chocolate fuckhole will corrupt my constitution. I don’t think I have to tell you that my electrifying elastic asshole doesn’t bat a brown eye at the thought of being stretched out to its furthest possible limits. Do you know how many fists and massive dildos this ass has taken?! I don’t tell him that, though. I just scream and wail as he nails me into the ground or onto a table or what have you, making him think that he’s busted my backdoor completely in when he fills my beautiful butt with his sticky cum.
I make sure that I’m crying and shaking on the floor when he leaves, but once he’s out of the chamber, I prop myself up, finish myself off then skedaddle, no sweat. Okay, there’s some sweat, and usually blood and tears. But there’s no breaking. You can’t crack this submissive slut, but you’re more than welcome to try.