I knew when Master took me to the football game that there was more to it then him just being nice. he is never nice without an ulterior motive.
I had no idea what it was but the entire game my cunt was throbbing as I waited for the shoe to drop. The anticipation was killing me.
After the game master took my hand and led me to the locker room. I just knew that he had given me to the team as a reward for winning and I braced myself for the gang bang I was about to get. A team of hot and sweaty football players had my panties soaking wet.
What happened next surprised me more then anything. It seems master has a male submissive on the team. He was tied up in the shower and we were all alone. laying next to him was more rope and I knew it was for me.
In came the team, they snatched me up and strung me up just like Masters male submissive.
My cunt wouldn’t stop flowing, it was dripping down the inside of my legs. I knew we were both in for the time of our submissive lives.
Category: Extreme bondage
Submissive Whore for Extreme Female Bondage and Pain
According to my Master, the only thing better than a submissive whore, is two submissive whores. I was ordered to find him another subby MILF to play with that day. I know his type. He likes his MILFS to have a little meat on their bones and nice big natural tits. Loves a screamer. My friend Helen was perfect. She is not a full time subby like me, but she likes extreme play with the right man. Not sure my Master is the right man, but if I did not bring him a sexy MILF to play with, I would have been a black and blue MILF.
I told Helen I had a friend for her to meet; asked her to come by my office for lunch. The moment Master saw her big beautiful breasts, I no longer existed. She seemed smitten with him too. She wouldn’t be for long. Master is into extreme female bondage and pain. She was flirting with him, giving me a look of appreciation. I felt bad. But, I would sell my own daughter if Master told me to do it. When Master invited Helen into his private office, I knew she would soon regret being my friend. Didn’t take long before I heard her screaming. After an hour, Master ordered me into his sanctum. There was my friend, bound and gagged.
Her breasts were tied so tightly they were turning colors. It was clear Master had used them as punching bags. He is obsessed with boobs, but not in a good way. Not only had he turned Helen’s boobs black and blue with restraints and his fists, he had stuck hat pins through her nipples. There was my friend with mutilated breasts, a dog collar around her neck, strung up by the throat and her hands and feet restrained. She had been crying. I felt like a bad friend. My first emotion was not guilt, not even remorse for handing her over to a sadist. It was jealously. I was envious of the attention Master lavished on Helen while I was shut out of the office. I use to be his favorite girl, but he has grown bored of me.
Helen screamed, fought, showed pain. I’m more seasoned. I smile and beg for more. Master wants to hurt a bitch, but he doesn’t want her to like it. I need to learn to not show my pleasure in my pain like Helen does. I have lost a friend, but hopefully I can renew my relationship with my Master. In the meantime, maybe you can use me. Make it really hurt. Make me cry. Make me scream. Just like Master likes.
Punish Me Master: I Need Slave Bondage
My boss was out of the office for a few hours. I know the rules. But, I thought it would be fun to play around in his office for a bit. He would never know. I sat in his big comfy office chair and masturbated. He never lets me cum, so I played naughty secretary at his desk. I should have known better. He had a hidden camera in his office because he cannot trust me. He texted, “Someone needs more slave training.” I knew I was in trouble. I went back to my office, scared, awaiting my punishment.
There was no apologizing to master. I violated the trust. I needed punished. I needed slave bondage. He made me disrobe. I received 32 lashes with his whip. A lash for each minute I sat in his office chair. He put nipple clamps on my worthless tits and attached a chain to my clit so when he yanked it, he hurt all three of my sensitive spots at once. He was just warming up. I had to put on the sensory deprivation suit. I hate it. It restricts my movement and breathing. Plus it is so tight on my curvy body, I sweat like a pig. Master suspended me in his office, above his desk. I was hanging like a bug trapped in a spider web. Sweating, struggling to breathe, unable to move, receiving electric shocks to my breasts in 32 second intervals. Master loves to punish me.
I hung above his desk not for 32 minutes, but 32 hours. When he released me, I was close to passing out. “Next time you violate the rules of the office, I will leave you hanging for 32 days, whore,” he seethed as he spit in my face. I cleaned up and completed my work duties. I am both scared and aroused by my master. I’m such a punishment whore.
Confession: Young Slut & P Mommy
“Don’t fucking scream slut” He ordered me as I woke up completely bound on the couch. I was wet and slick, it was clear I was turned on. I thought to were my little ones were, asleep in their rooms. “I’m going to fuck you and your brats till you’re begging me for more you fucking whore.” He snarled at me and went to get them… I knew I should be scared and mad, but I was turned on and curious, but I pretend to struggle a little… wondering what he was going to do to my little ones. He took them both out and made them get on their knees. He forced to watch as he shoved a giant dildo into my ass, making me scream against the ball gag. They watched again as he applied nipple clams to my already rock hard nipples. I wanted to beg for more, I wanted it all to stop but I was soaking fucking wet. I was so turned on and the little ones watching it all turned me on even more thinking about the same thing happening to them. He must have read my mind, because he scooped up my youngest and spread her little ass apart shoving a fat butt plug into her virgin ass. I didn’t mean to but I moan and tried to cross my legs to hide how incredibly turned on I was, but he saw the lust in my eyes. “You sick P Mommy, you like to watch your little daughters holes get violated just like you don’t you?” I said nothing and you grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving my head down on his cock and removing the ball gag in place of his cock. He held my head there until I thought I was going to pass out, that’s when he lifted me up and I finally admitted to him what was making my pussy so fucking wet.
Submissive Whore Garden; Water Them In
“This is the way we wash out whores
wash our whores
wash our whores
This is the way we wash our whores
even though their undeserving!”
This is what Master sings to us as he plants the submissive whore garden. He wants to plant us and break us so that we can sprout out into good little BDSM phone sex sluts. I have no problem with this. I am an undeserving cunt, so any affection show to me from Master I am grateful of. First he cleans us, watering out body away from every impurity. He uses the hose on out naked bodies. The stream is sharp and pain full. He also has his Mistress whip us every time we wince, whimper or try to turn our head from the water.
Once the ground is nice and moist we dig our own holes to be planted. If we take to long, we get lashed, so we must hurry and not make a mess. This is hard since it is muddy and Mistress gives me lots of spankings on my naked ass. Then Master takes rope, not nylon but twine, and ties me up nice and tight. He does not want me to wiggle free. After he pushes me to the ground he buries all the mud around me compacting me in.
It is a tight fit and very hard to breathe. Every time I breath too heavy the mud fills in the space that the mud has now made. As I gag and cough Master continues to water me singing his song over and over. Then he whips out his cock and feeds me my whore food for the night. Between his giant rod force fucking my throat and the pounds of mud pushing on my chest I would up passing out.
After a few days of this continues cycle of growth in the hole Mistress helps me emerge from the ground. Ready to start a new cycle of training!
Bondage Whore Tied Up for The Weekend
As a bondage whore, I love to be restrained. For hours or for days. My son loves to tie me up, force fuck me and let me guess how long he is going to leave me bound and gagged. This weekend he was in a particularly nasty mood. Not sure what I did to piss him off, but he was not happy with his mommy. He stormed into my bedroom Friday morning, dragged me naked out of bed and slapped a ball gag in my mouth. He preceded to restrain my limbs. My hands were secured behind me, my feet tied together.
I could only hobble. He tossed me on the ground and began to force fuck his mommy. I was like his punching doll. He took all his aggression out on me. He rabbit fucked me for about an hour before dumping a load of cum all over my face. I thought for sure he would release me since he got his anger out. He pissed on me and left me there on the floor, tied up and smelling like a toilet. I begged him to let me go, but he left the house. I didn’t see him again until late Sunday night. I spent the weekend in my own home tied up and gagged. I got resourceful. I drank out of the toilet for water, just like a dog. I even ate the dog’s food to satisfy the hunger pains.
Just what my son wanted. A human pet. When he came home to untie me, he slapped a collar and leash on me and told me what a good bitch I was going to make. I will be a good bitch for you too.
BDSM Phone Sex Takes a Bound and Force Fuck Turn
I love to please my Master. That means being no taboo and doing anything and everything that he could desire, even if it is being his little fuck whore force fuck slut. To Master it was not enough to be roleplayed, he wanted it to be real and real it was. He waited till I fell asleep at my own home, and he was not going to tell me when. So when that day come it was an absolute surprise. I laid up and screamed as he shoved his way into my tight dry cunt. It was even worse when he pulled out and force fucked his way into my ass. The sting of pain ran up my spine and over every single nerve ending. I cried out only to be silenced with his hand around my throat. He was masked, so there was no real way to know it was him and not some other intruder. When he was finished he slapped his hand across my ass and and drug me out of the bed by my hair. Once the the living room he placed his foot on top of me holding me down to the ground while he got a drink. Then he walked me to the living room for force fuck two. This time my cunt was a little bit wet. I was ready and from the roughness I was becoming aroused. When he was done with me he bound me up and tossed me onto the couch. It was going to be a long weekend he warned me. I would be ready and willing every second though. I loved it rough!
Submissive Whore Cydney Get Taken On A Backwoods BDSM Fuckfest
Before I knew it I was hogtied and thrown onto the back of an ATV. I had no idea where he was going, or what he had in store for me. Master told me I needed to be a good submissive whore while he was away at work all week. Of course that is hard for me to do sometimes. So when Master came into the house and did not speak to me until he was tying me up naked to the back of his Quad I was a little worried. He took me deep into the woods and tied me played out to a tree.
I winced as he started whooping me. He knew how to make a spanking phone sex slut like me feel pain on my ass. I tried to yelp out in pain but nothing but drool left my mouth around the bridle that was splayed inside it. I bit down hard though with every strike. A few missed my rump and the whip lashed across my back. He left me there, my ass welted up and in pain.
He came back the next morning. My legs were tired and wrist bloody from struggling to hold myself up against the restraints all night. He held me up and began to shove his stiff hard cock into my ass. I whimpered out, his fucking was rough and angry. Every time he plowed into me he pushed against my swollen and tender ass. I knew I deserved the punishment though. I was a bad bad subby,
Extreme Bondage Won The Hand
The night started like any other poker night with me serving him and his friends. I made sure the food was always hot and available and that no drink went dry. I emptied the ash trays and dared not gag on the thick smoke that stunk like cigars do. I kept my eyes lowered and not once did I flinch or squeal when I was smacked, pinched, poked or slapped. I watched silently as the new guy to the table, a doctor with lots of money, gingerly sipped his drinks while everyone else gulped theirs down. He methodically lured them into his web increasing the bets and leading them on. I watched as my man got deeper in debt and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I know when he looses all his money I am the thing he offers up. The doctor was hot as hell and had lots of money. It wasn’t long before I was the offering and the doctor was playing his hand. He won and told me to get dressed, I was his for the night. With my panties full of wetness I followed him out of the house and into his car. I didn’t say a word the entire ride. When he pulled up to his office I was a bit confused but I followed him obediently. What happened next was both exciting and maddening at the same time. I have never been with someone that had an extreme titty torture fetish. He would return me as damaged merchandise and Master would take his anger out on me not him. I knew it was going to be along 24 hours for me and I would be sore for at least a week.