How did I become such a submissive whore that I’d let a man use and train my own young daughters? I think it all goes back to my father, he was so strict and religious, I was afraid of his judgement and his punishment. Daddy never let me wear the things I wanted or choose my own friends; he was so controlling even mom was afraid of him. I remember once I put on red lipstick at my friend’s house and I forgot to take it off before I went home. Daddy dragged me by my hair to the sink and washed it off, calling me the devil’s whore while he pulled my skirt up. He bent me over his lap and spanked my bare ass with his belt, I felt him getting hard underneath me and when I rubbed his cock, he slapped me hard across the face. He punished me because I was a temptation to him, he eventually started letting me suck his cock but there was no relief for me. He punished me even worse when I made him cum, I started to enjoy the punishment almost as much as I enjoyed sucking daddy’s cock… I know letting Master fuck my girls and breed them is wrong in some way but I truly love being his slave, I love letting him own me and my girls.
Category: Extreme bondage
Master Cuffs My Pussy
My Master likes to have fun with me sometimes and experiment with me to see what I will do in a given situation. This time, he wanted to see if I would either experience pain for a bit of pleasure or go without pleasure to avoid it. He handcuffed by labia and connected the chains to my wrists cuffs. So, if I moved an inch I would pull at my labia. To start off his experiment, he kissed all over my pussy and licked my cunt up and down. He sucked on my clit while sticking his fingers in my cunt. I moaned and begged for more, but I never wavered. He decided then that he needed to dominate me with his cock to get me to break. He stuck his big cock in my wet pussy and fucked me hard. I couldn’t control myself any longer. It hurt extremely to pull my labia with my wrist cuffs, but after a while the pain turned me on as well. When my Master came in me and asked my experience, I told him that I enjoyed having my labia pulled when he fucked me. He says that this is a perfect conclusion to his experiment and that we are going to have more fun with the labia cuffs later. I wonder what he will do next.
The Hardcore Bondage Box
Every sub knows that if you flap your gums a little too much around the wrong dom then you get put through some of the most extreme hardcore bondage you’ve ever been forced to endure. I’m not just talking about latex body suits and leather straps. You get lippy with a really domineering dick and you’re going to get the business. Last night, I let my mouth get the best of me with a heavy handed master who, apparently, isn’t into levity when he’s slapping around and breaking down a slave. And when he gets really mad, he busts out The Box.
I couldn’t help myself, he totally set me up for it. When you meet a new master, it can be a little awkward and a bit nerve wracking, so I like to lighten the mood and joke around when I can. He was in the middle of his opening spiel (they all have one) when he mentioned something about the “titillating torture” he was about to put me through when I interrupted him to tell my favorite joke: “How do you titillate an ocelot? Oscillate her tit a lot.” Needless to say, he was not amused.
Maybe he isn’t into jokes. Maybe he doesn’t like to be interrupted. Maybe he doesn’t know what the fuck an ocelot is and he felt stupid. It doesn’t matter which part pissed him off the most, what matters is that I was hobbled and locked in a hanging stockade of a box for the entire time I was in his chamber being chastised, whipped, fucked hard and filled with cum. It sucks, you can’t see what’s about to happen to you or move any of your limbs to do anything about it when it does. I just had to take everything he had to throw at me and he expected me to stay quiet while I did.
We all know that didn’t happen. I talked shit and screamed and, of course, tried to be funny while I got violently banged, beaten and blasted with jizz. Wanna know how I know he liked it? He didn’t gag me. He could’ve put any number of gags in my mouth that would’ve easily shut me up while I was bound and tethered with my head in The Box of extreme bondage and super serious men. No, he let me keep gabbing away while he gouged out my vag and gaped my asshole. Being locked in that dark and musty cube would’ve been a lot worse If I couldn’t say anything and joke around. Next time I’ll tell him a real knee slapper, I bet I can make him laugh.




















