Category: Extreme bondage

What is your favorite BDSM session activity?

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I guess there are certain activities that a Dominant might prefer for his sub. I am a firm believer in a happy Dom is a giving, sensual Dom. So when I am owned I make sure that I follow His rules of conduct and giving him enough blow jobs each day to keep him smiling and happy.
One of my favorite activities is breast play. I love having my tits tied and used. Titty fucking, nipple clamps, nipple suction. You name it when it comes to breast play and I probably like it.
Do you have any particular things you like to do? I have been in the lifestyle for a great number of years now, but you really never know everything. So I would love to hear your fetishes or techniques and definitely play them out together.

Torture Phone Sex Will Fuck You Up

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As I lay on the metal table, strapped down spread eagle with leather straps, I can hear him in the next room. This time he’s rattling something metal around. It sounds like medical instruments. I’ve been here so long that the duct tape holding the lasts girls’ panties in my mouth is starting to tear my skin. The leather straps are digging in too, and I can feel the infection starting to spread throughout my body, everywhere he has hurt me. My head aches. My cunt is almost numb. My body is weak and failing me. He enters the room wearing thick black gloves and carrying a tool box. He sets it down and takes out a Lead Sprinkler. He’s filled it with Sulfuric Acid and starts shaking it over my body. I try to scream out, but am gagged. While my flesh is burning, he takes a small vice and twists it on to my clit. The pain is nearly intolerable. My screams have become silent now and I have no more tears.  He takes out his razor knife and methodically cuts my nipples off. As he finishes his cigarette, he pulls on the clit vice and grounds the hot butt into my clithood. I try to cry out, but my voice has long since left my body. He rips the vice from me, taking half of my clit with it and climbs on top of me. The blood that’s pouring from my wound is acting as a perfect lubricant. He banged me again, fucking me hard and fast and deep. As he gets ready to blow his load into my tortured pussy, he bites my breast and takes a big chunk out. When he explodes, he punches me so hard in the face, I feel my teeth loosen. I can feel myself falling back into unconsciousness. I don’t know if he’ll let me wake up next time.

Anything You Say…..

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My friend with benefits and I always like to take it to the extreme. Tied up, tied down, up against the wall, spankings, biting, slapping. Well, you get the idea. Last night when he came over, things took a very hard core turn. He showed up, unannounced, with three of his friends. They were all dressed in black vinyl, head to toe. Even their masks. I couldn’t tell them apart. One grabbed me by the arm and literally dragged me into the bedroom. I was put into leather restraints, with some sort of spreader attached and I looked like I was reverse hog tied. I literally couldn’t move, and was forced to let them use me in every way possible and do anything they said. The panties I was wearing got cut off with a razor knife, and then stuffed into my mouth along with a ball gag.

They had a big bag with them. My eyes grew wide with fear and excitement as they started to unpack it. A flogger with beads attached to the ends of the leather strips, a riding crop, a whip, double headed dildos and an anal hook, just to name a few things. I could feel my pussy start to twitch and ache with anticipation. I know they wanted me to be frightened, but my cunt was literally dripping and contracting with hard orgasms before they even started to use their ‘toys’ on me. After each of them had fucked me multiple times, multiple ways,  they raided my panty drawer and stuffed as many pairs inside of my used up snatch as they could get in there. They left me laying there, naked, with every one of my holes completely used up.

Believe it or not, I was actually begging for them to stay and keep abusing my mouth and my pussy and my asshole. They’re the ones that needed a break.  I think this psychotic little masochist may have worn those boys out. But no worries, I’d be glad to wait like this for days, and then do anything you say…

Come and make me play with you. I can beg if you want.

Your Demented Little Whore,

Fucked by master and his furry friend

I was so humiliated, my master/sir had me tied down and made me suck his cock while his furry friend licked my asshole and cunt. My master made me eat out the bowl used to feed his four legged companion and  I was made to be his bitch He said since I was such a good little itch that he was going to breed us. I was tied down in the position that gave his furry friend complete access to smell and sniff my pussy, my asshole and lick me inside and out. I was then straddled by him and  he inserted his non human cock into my pussy, as he was thrusting and kept popping out of me he would go between holes and my pussy and asshole were his personal playground to make mini barkers . When his furry companion was done fucking my holes and my master had shot his load into my throat, they left me there dripping in human and barker cum. It was so humiliating.

 

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Take it out on me.

Submissive slutThe first blow busted my lip. I felt the blood fly and I knew he was planning on taking all of his aggression out on me. He was my Master’s boss and his wife had cheated on him. I was taking the punishment that she deserved. He had dressed me up in her clothes and wearing her perfume. He raged, calling me a whore and telling me how I had ruined his life.

He slammed me up against the wall and I fell to my knees. “Have mercy, sir.” I begged but it was futile. He was drooling in his hatred, his cock standing out and purple. He kicked me solidly in the stomach. When My mouth flew open, he rammed his cock into it.  All of his rage was directed at my mouth as he battered my throat with his fuckstick. I gurgled and choked.

He began to scream. “You’re a dirty whore. You suck big black cocks behind my back.” I felt sorry for him and reached up to stroke his balls. They were so full. I bobbed on his swollen penis, tasting the metallic pre-cum that had been building. A submissive just knows what a man needs. I urged him to grab me by the hair and use me. The force of his orgasm made him stagger backwards. We fell to the floor, gasping. We were just getting started. Sometimes a man just needs a hot fuckhole to take his stress out on.

Master’s Well Trained Whore

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Part of being a good bondage whore depends on your tolerance for pain. When I first became a slave, I was such a wimp. You abused me so bad, saying that I deserved it and that I needed to be “broken.” You dry-fucked me with your large cock. You starved me. I cried and begged. You laughed in my face saying that I needed to toughen up unless I wanted to be sold.

It was like a part of my mind shut down. I became a true BDSM piece of meat. I learned to take a punch without flinching, only thanking you for the pleasure. You let your friends violate me for hours to try to make me beg. But it was too late. That part of me that felt things had been destroyed. I became a fuck-tube and a cum dumpster, nothing more. I was quietly obedient, lady-like even with a busted face and a bruised body. Even as your cock pounded my swollen mouth, my mind belonged only to me. When you realized that I was trained, you eased up on me. I still scream and beg sometimes for your amusement. I pretend that I cannot take one more blow, or one more minute of the terror you inflict but somewhere, in my soul, I’ve grown to love this life. I await your orders, Master. How may I please you tonight?

 

I wasn’t always submissive.

Bondage and submissionI wasn’t always this submissive. Bondage and submission were never part of my lifestyle. I lived a life of royalty with a doting husband and sweet young ones. I never had to work. My husband asked very little of me. I didn’t realize how much I was failing at my job of being a good wife. Sometimes he would ask me for things. Like wanting me to lick his asshole or give him a gagging blow job. I just laughed at him. I’d catch him late at night looking at BDSM porn. Then came the day that I discovered his mistress, or rather his slave. He had found a submissive woman to do those things that I refused. I vomited when I saw the pics of him beating her or with her wearing a ball gag. I wanted a divorce.

Instead, he made me disappear. Or, rather, he sold me into slavery. My cruel master taunted me with the pics of the poor widower pleading for my return. Soon, he had me declared dead and collected my insurance. I am forgotten. I do not exist.  I am solely a piece of meat. A breathing carcass belonging to my Master. I’m an obedient fuck doll with orifices to be used. Nothing matters now. I can never have my life back. So, now I am that woman. That obedient slut who lives like a pet in a cage, hoping only for a few scraps and a pat on the head. Oh how I wish I would’ve taken my husband seriously and been the woman he asked me to be. But now it’s too late. I am just a BDSM whore now and I beg you for your mercy.

Submissive phone sex with Annalise

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I sit alone in my chastity belt. Master caught me playing with my pussy. To punish me he put this torture device that clamps onto my labia while a long wand reaches up into my pussy. he has the remote control. At his whim, he can send shock waves through me, bending me double.

I should’ve know better. I was lost in my own little world fantasizing about giant cocks and black men. My hand slid into my panties. Perhaps if I were a better slave, he would allow me to service a black stud for him. Master is cruel but his cock is small. Maybe that’s why he punishes me so harshly.

I know that when he comes home from work tonight that my punishment will continue. His anger is unlimited when I am disobedient. Maybe he will shove a garden hose up my cunt and turn it on full blast or maybe he will hang me with nipples clamps until I beg for mercy. I never know what to expect. So, for now, I will sit here in lock down, waiting for the pain that is sure to come. I know my place. It’s at my Masters feet and I will worship him like a god forever.

How may I please you, sir?

Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex goes hand in hand with being a submissive. I love being tied up, it is just hard to tie yourself up. I have become quite good at tying up my boobs, however. I like to make them look like torpedoes for your abuse. This weekend, my son caught me practicing with ropes on my tits. He liked the image of seeing my boobs look like cow udders he said. He offered to help me. I should have known better. Not only did he tie up my breasts, he tied me to the bed. I could feel the ropes cutting into my flesh. I could feel the circulation stopping. I was in pain and pinned to the bed like a squashed bug. My son started slapping my tits. He even flicked his cigarette ashes on my breasts. He came on my tits and left me. I thought he would be back soon. I feel asleep despite the pain. Woke up when my son returned with some friends. They looked like hungry vultures circling me like I was roadkill. They pulled out their cocks and started stroking their dicks while I was all tied up.  I was in pain from the lack of circulation to my breasts, but no one cared, especially not my son. They just laughed and masturbated. I had rope burns and cuts that opened my flesh under my tits.  I begged to be released. I promised to be a good mommy, a good whore. Nothing. Just the look of disdain for his own mother in his eyes. His friends started mounting me like I was a drunk coed at a frat party. They fucked me until they had all had a turn. They paid my son money as they left. My son finally untied me. My boobs looked like they were used as air bags in a car accident. It will be awhile before I can even put a bra on again. I guess now I have a new extreme bondage story to share.

Tied Up and Spanked

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The blood was rushing to my head, but I couldn’t move. I was tied upside down to a chair. The ropes cut into my skin, cutting off circulation to my limbs. Master came up and smacked my bare ass as hard as he could. I let out a piercing shriek as my skin stung with his fury. Again and again, he brought down his palm with immense strength. Tears streamed from my eyes, dripping from my forehead to the ground. My ass must have looked tomato red by that point. He then pulled out a cane and stared whacking my ass. Already sore from the bare bottom spankings, the cane felt as though it were a gun shot. I must be bleeding, I thought, but I felt no blood trickling down. Please, Master, I’ll be a good girl! Whack! There was no saving myself from his wrath. He took out his cock from his pants and drove it right into my ass. The chair shook from the force of his thrusts. Whimpering, I curled my toes, trying to make it through the pain. He stopped to paddle my ass, then started fucking my pussy as he continued to paddle me. Finally, he stood up to blow his load all over my exposed and beaten ass. He went to shower before coming back to untie me.