Category: Extreme bondage

Sexy Bondage Gift for Boss’s Day

Sexy bondageWell, a few of my guy friends work for the same company, and they know how involved I’m becoming in the BDSM community and lifestyle. So, they came over today, caught me by surprise when they burst past me into my home, and bound me before I could figure out that I should protest. They tied my arms and legs so that I couldn’t really move them, then informed me that I was getting a present by being someone else’s gift: their boss’s.

They picked me up and carried me out the back door to their waiting SUV, then drove me to what I assume was the company office. They carried me in the back door there, too. Given that these guys are construction workers, I was an easy burden for them, and they made sure I knew it. The building had 3 floors, and they took me to the 3rd floor. It was an open area, all one giant office with a standard drafting table on one side, a seating area and bar on the other, and the big desk and chair in the middle. The men delivered me onto the clean-topped desk just as a door near the sitting area opened.

As soon as the boss saw me, his eyes went wide as he sought answers from each of the men standing there, smirking at him. His cock formed a quick tent, amusing the fellas to even wider grins. They thanked him for the privilege of working for such a good man who made sure they were taken care of, and said that I was the gift that would show him how much they appreciated him. After that lovely speech, they disappeared back into the elevator, leaving me bound, gagged, and lying prone on this man’s desk.

He came over to me, asking if I had agreed to this, and knowing the fellas who had brought me as I did, I knew I was in safe hands. I nodded as best I could around the bondage, hoping my eyes were showing enough pleading to convince him that I was his toy for the evening.

He finally seemed to understand, and he began to have his way with me. He was terse and rough, in all the right ways. He sent me home red and welted and very well-loved.

To Catch a Thief

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A dark shadow slipped in through the door, closing it behind them with the barest whisper of sound.  You aren’t sure what woke you because the door didn’t make enough noise to wake even the little yappy dog in your wife’s room down the hall.  The light of the moon passing briefly out from under cloud cover throws the shape of the intruder against the wall in a stark silhouette.  You notice the distinctly female shape before the shadows return.  The faint snick of the jewelry box lid signals the loss of your favorite watch and wedding ring to the thief.  Suddenly you’re no longer surprised, you’re pissed.  You loved that watch.  Springing up abruptly from the bed, you tackle the black clad figure as she is rifling through your nightstand.  There is a muffled feminine shriek, quickly stifled and you find your hands full of frantically struggling woman.  You quickly overpower her and pin her to the floor.  You’re both breathing hard and somehow the combination of adrenaline and wriggling female trapped beneath your hips has given you a fiercely raging erection.  As you cover her mouth with your hand, you try to decide whether to call the cops or make her pay some other more satisfying way. Who knew this sexy little thing could take so much from you. 

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Submissive whore I’ve spent the past few days tied up in a couple’s dungeon. They kept me suspended from the ceiling half the time, and tied to a bed the other half. They did untie me for supervised exercise every so often.

In those times I was tied up, however, they pounded my pussy and ass with flogs, crops, Cat-o-9s. They smacked me up and down, pinching and twisting my nipples, squeezing my breasts, and leaving me red from head to toe. The best part, though, is that when my puss and ass weren’t being used and abused by my captors, they were filled with vibrators or fuck-machines which kept me thoroughly wet and near orgasm at all times. My muscles are sore, and my body is bruised, but I swear, I have never felt more alive, nor more loved and cherished. I was so well taken care of, and I cannot wait until I get to do that again!

Bondage Whore Caitlin

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Come over right now and tie me up baby, make me your bondage whore. I love to be completely tied down with a gag in my mouth to muffle every whimper that seeps from my throat as you’re teasing and fucking me into oblivion. I have everything you could possibly want to use for binding me up like the sexy little submissive whore that I am. I absolutely it when a man inflicts pain while hes teasing me, it’s the best of both worlds that gets me o my peak so quickly every time. A little bit of pleasure mixed in with a whole lot of pain for me! I have all kinds of whips, flogs, and paddles just for inflicting pain baby. I’ll be your little sex slave if you know how to tie me down just write. Do you think you have what it takes to truly tame me into a submissive little cunt? I believe you do because your dick is already getting hard just thinking about hitting me and telling me to shut the fuck up when I cry out in pain.

The Future is Bleak for This Bondage Whore

bondage whoreThe world for a bondage whore is much different today than it was a few decades ago. My current master is aging out for our bondage games. I feel like a relic in the modern fetish world searching for a new full time master. I got into phone sex to test the waters; get an idea of what the future holds for me. This bondage whore has a bleak future. My current master has supported me financially for decades now. Our bondage games have always been shrouded in respect too. Safe words always honored; my limits respected. I started a FetLife profile so I could meet men looking for a bondage whore in hopes that I may find a new master much like my current one. I have decide that I have to give up on this notion that things can be the way they were in the past. I’m never going to find a benevolent master like I have now. He has spoiled me. He is the only full time master I have ever known. Every man I have met in the past several months who claimed to be into bondage and submission games lied to me. All they want to do is abuse and degrade me with no cloak of safety or respect. Since I am a true, old school submissive, I have no choice but to submit even when my code words are not honored. Ted was a man I thought might be into bondage as much as my current master, until he tied me up on his couch and left me there for two days. When he came back he found that I had pissed and shit on his couch, which he didn’t like. I was released, but forced to lick up his couch while he fucked my ass and called me names. Ultimate degradation. I didn’t fight too much; actually not at all because this submissive whore needs to except the current world order. I have no control or power in our BDSM relationship.

The Meat Department

September 7th was National Salami Day. I knew my master was up to no good when he sent me to the grocery store in my slave clothes. Full face makeup, big hair, titties out and my ass was out. He gave me very strict directions while at the grocery store. I was to get a cart. Buy 5 tubes of lube, 5 things of plastic wrap and as many Salami rolls I could find including the ones in the back at the meat department.  My cart was full as I struggled to push it in my 6 inch plant form heels to the meat department. I rang the bell that sounds like a cow, which made me giggle. A very tall man walked out of the back in black slacks and a white coat covered in blood. 

“We have been expecting you.”

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I figured my master talked to them and let them in on his little game but I did not expect the next thing to happen. He opened the door and said after you. I pushed my heavy full cart into the back room where the butcher block covered in blood was surrounded by four other men covered in blood. The one who let me into the back grabbed me by the back of my hair. 

“Dirty subby whore’s like you need to really experience a good salami.”

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He pulled me by my hair to the butcher block. I slipped in the blood and pieces of meat on the floor, he was dragging me in the blood and they all picked me up. They put me on my hands and knees on the butcher block. They sliced my clothes off with their very sharp knives. They took the plastic wrap from my cart and started to wrap me in it to the butcher block. Spreading my legs wide open but also having access to my mouth. They pulled the cart closer to me as each one of them grabbed a box of lube and Salami. They shoved a thick Salami roll in my mouth to muffle my screams. Then they shoved one even bigger into my tight lubed up pussy. I was there for hours, being fucked with different rolls of Salami. Having all of my holes fucked and filled with Salami was not enough for them. The each took turns fucking each of my holes and filling me up with their baby batter. My holes are stick aching as I eat the Salami rolls I was force fucked with. 

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Punished For Losing

Bondage whoreI could not believe I had lost to a much younger, less experienced slut! My master was so confident in my cock sucking abilities, he pitted me against a friends submissive whore in a deep throat competition. As the circles of masters watched on with their cocks out, we made our way around the circle deep throating each and every one. There were twelve in all. Both of us had each taken their cocks completely down our throats. We were tied fr best cock sucker. The masters announced a tie breaker. From the other room, the hosts butler entered and opened his pants. He pulled out a huge cock, like I had never seen before. Surely neither of us could take that monster all the way down. As long as I could take him deeper than the younger slut, I would win. I struggled to take as much of that monster down my throat as possible. I gagged and choked, tears running down my face, yet I pushed on, until my mouth and throat was as full as possible. Still over an inch of this horse sized cock remained unswallowed. My competitor approached. She struggled much as I had. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she struggled to choke down his massive organ. I stated in disbelief as she managed to take the whole thing. All the masters praised her abilities. It hurt to see my master praise her. I had let him down.

Of course, I must be punished for embarrassing my master. That is how I have come to find myself in my current situation. I was bound at the ankles and wrists in the center of the room, with a mask over my face. My ass is high in the air. All 12 master will approach and assist my master in my discipline. I feel flogs, canes, and other weapons striking me. I know that I deserve each and every lick that I get. The pain is horrid. I am humiliated. Yet, for some reason, I can feel my pussy juices begin to leak a little more with each strike. I only hope that once my beating is complete, my master will show me mercy and use something to relieve this ache inside me.

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Leaving Me Wanting

female bondageYou tell me you want me in the basement this morning. Usually our basement time is in the evenings after you return from work, but the change in routine excites me. Downstairs you have me lay down, and you begin to shackle me. I am sad that you don’t have the ropes out, because I love they way they feel on my skin, but excited by the new shackles. You seem to have rigged some sort of pulley system that you attach to my nipples. The system pulls them tight and then releases them, keeping them arroused. Once you have secured my arms and legs in the position you like, you add a large vibrator to the pulley. As both nipples are pulled tight, the vibrator comes down making contact with my pussy, sending a thrill thoughout my body. That thrill was not to last because it was then lifted away. Back and forth they go, a minute of nipple stimulation, a minute of clit stimulation, and then nothing for a few minutes. This cycle continues, not enough to get me off, just enough to keep me wanting. You watch in amusement as I desperatly arch my hips trying to make contact with something, but having no luck. Then you turn to leave, saying you were going to be late to work. You leave me alone and shackled, with this numbing cycle going over and over, keeping me aroused, and wanting more. I wonder if I will be left here all day or if you will come home at least for lunch and release me. I fear I will be kept in this state of hunger for a long time. I know now why I am laying on this black plastic. My cunt is dripping and I can already feel a pool of fluids forming. I will be  a real horny mess but the time you return.

Bondage Whore: Deadly Extreme Bondage Games

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernice is my name in the fetish community. I love being tied up; I especially enjoy rope play. When I was little, I would watch these old silent movies where girls were bound and gagged on a railroad track and left to be rescued by some dashing stranger. I like being rescued. But as I have aged, my bondage fantasies have evolved. They have become quite dark. I have many a master who loves to tie me up, but none are quite as cruel as Master Harry. Our bondage games started out with leaving me in perilous situations. On a train track, on the street…. I would be bound and gagged, hoping to be rescued by him or some stranger. I tried not to get too scared because I knew he would rescue me. I knew it was just a game we played. But lately, I feel like he wants me dead. In fact, I came so very close to dying this weekend; as close as I have ever come to death actually. Master tied me up good. Hog tied me. I looked like a side of beef. He didn’t restrain my mouth like usual, meaning I could scream for help. I thought he was going to drop me into the woods somewhere. He dropped me in the lake. I had no real mobility. I saw him walk off as I was struggling to stay afloat. Water was rushing over me. I couldn’t get in a position to float. I started screaming, but it became gargled as water filled my mouth. I was sinking, drowning. I tried to free my hands, but I had  no luck. I was in full on panic mode. I was going to drown. I was sinking fast. I lost consciousness. Maybe I even drowned. The next thing I remember was Master Harry doing CPR on me. He informed me that he can take my life and he can give it back to me anytime he wants because he owns me. I live in fear now of Master Harry’s capricious extreme bondage games. Maybe the next time, he won’t rescue me.

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I have done a lot of shit or my pussy to get fucked. I have been tied up, whipped, smacked, pissed on and even covered in shit. I love it all. I love having a cock stretching my asshole open while having a vibrator attached to my clit with duct tape. My master wants me to be his cum slut and I am. I have to cum everyday.. I crave it and he knows that. He knows everything about me.. and pushes me to my limits. Blind folded with a tube shoved in my mouth.. As e sucked the air out of this vacuum sealed display for all of his friends he tells me I am not aloud to stop rubbing my pussy until I am given permission. Every time I stop to let my hand rest my mast whips me with a flogger until his arm was tired. I love being his worthless cum slut in-front of everyone. being forced to make myself cum nonstop!