Category: Female bondage

Ruin my Bondage whore mind, make it hurt, make me choke

I can’t help it, I am a Bondage whore. I need to be tied up. The feeling of rope or chains against my skin make my pussy juices pour down my legs. Hanging from your ceiling? Now that’s an honor, sir. When I’m up there, vulnerable and at your mercy, I feel more alive than ever. I’m your helpless slut, I’m your devoted plaything, ready to serve you at all times.Bondage whore

As a lowly bitch, I know my place, and that’s at your feet, worshipping your divine cock. I live for the taste of your manly musk and the feeling of your girth filling my eager mouth. Every single inch is a gift, and I make sure to give it the attention it deserves, massaging and licking with the utmost care. I want you to feel nothing but pure ecstasy as I pleasure you, sir.

The more pain, the better. Whip me, spank me, make me raw and bloody. I deserve it and I crave it. I am a dumb little bitch who will lap up your piss with zero hesitation. It’s like a high that I can’t get enough of, the more humiliated I am, the more my nasty pussy squirts. Thank you Master, thank you so much for the Extreme bondage you can give me!

 

Extreme Bondage Whore Jacqueline Loves Being A Submissive Whore

Something about the extreme bondage you get into when you have trust and lust with a person, it’s hot as fuck.  My pussy squirms and squirts all over cocks when I get tied up and treated like a bondage whore. As night falls, we retire to bed where our bondage becomes even more extreme. Extreme bondage ties me up in intricate knots, binding my arms above my head and attaching them to the bedposts so that I’m completely helpless as he takes control once again. Sometimes he uses a blindfold or gag to heighten the sensation of being completely at his mercy. We engage in various forms of roleplay where he is always dominant and I am his submissive whore, ready and willing to please him however he desires.

Our sex life revolves around this intense bondage routine because it brings us both immense pleasure knowing that we are fully committed to each other’s desires and fantasies. It’s not just about physical satisfaction; it’s also about emotional connection through power exchange and trust. Every day spent together like this strengthens our bond as husband and wife, master and slave, lover and partner in crime against societal norms.

And every morning when those ropes tighten around me once again signaling another round of submission under his command? Well…let’s just say there isn’t anything else I would rather be doing than serving my loving husband who has transformed me into the perfect submissive slut that he deserves.

Jacqueline Becomes A Hot Submissive Slut For Her Masters

I loved being a submissive whore this weekend more than everl! ASubmissive whores I lay spread eagle on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse, my heart raced with anticipation. Dominic approached me slowly, his eyes burning with desire as he ran his rough hands over my body. He tied my wrists tightly to the metal rings embedded in the ground, pulling them up above my head until they were stretched taut. The rope bit into my skin but I didn’t care; all that mattered was feeling him inside me again.

He stood back for a moment, taking in every inch of me exposed and vulnerable before him. His gaze lingered on my breasts which jutted out from their restraints begging for attention. With a smirk playing at his lips, he reached down and pinched one nipple hard causing it to ache with pleasure-pain mixed together perfectly . “You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg,” he growled low in his throat making sure everyone knew who belonged where at this moment .

Without further ado ,he knelt between my legs teasingly running his tongue along wet slit causing me shudder uncontrollably underneath him . His fingers found their way inside me once more preparing me for what was about come next while continuing oral assault driving both of us wild with passion . Just when think couldn’t take anymore ,he positioned himself at entrance pushing slowly yet firmly inside filling every corner inside once again claiming what rightfully belonged only him alone .

As he began thrusting harder faster deeper into pussy ,I arched back against restraints moan ing loudly feeling every inch of him stretching me out completely . The sound of our skin slapping together mixed with heavy breaths filled the air around us creating an erotic symphony only meant for each other’s ears alone .

With one hand gripping onto my hip firmly ,he reached around grabbing hold fistful hair pulling back head forcing me to look into his eyes as he took control both physically emotionally pushing boundaries further than ever before . His hips slammed against mine relentlessly driving both closer towards climax neither wanting let go until finally reaching peak simultaneously screaming each other’s names as waves pleasure washed over them leaving them spent but wanting more still.

Bondage Whore Bernice Sometimes Regrets Being a Rope Bunny

bondage whoreMost days, I want to be a bondage whore. However, then there are days like yesterday I wish that I had never told anyone that I enjoy being a rope bunny. My master could be considered an expert at tying women up. He has been a rope master since I was in diapers. But as he ages, his strength dissipates. So, sometimes he uses surrogates to tie me up. And some of them, like his friend Alex, get extremely rough with me. And men like that make me regret being a rope bunny.

Master summoned me to the club last night. His friend needed a slave to practice his rope skills on. My master often takes younger men under his wing and helps them be dominant slave owners. Alex clerked for a friend of his, and they became friendly. Perhaps, master saw potential in him. He has an eye for natural domes. Just like he has an eye for submissive sex slaves.

The Life of Submissive Slaves Gets Painful Sometimes

Alex used me to practice his rope skills. From a simple hogtie to a more complicated reverse prayer tie, Alex used me as his practice doll. But Alex tied me up too well. Perhaps, master spoiled me by never binding me too tightly. And I don’t know if that’s because of his age or if he just never wanted to inflict pain. But Alex did not care about my comfort level. And I suppose most men do not.

The reverse prayer tie almost dislocated my shoulder. Master could see me crying, grimacing in pain. However, he never stopped Alex. He let him run the show. And he just sat back and masturbated. Today, my arm is in a sling. Plus, I have rope burns all over my body. And I can barely move. The life of a submissive whore can be dangerous.

Pedicured Princess: A Extreme Foot Fetish story!

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This guy, John, had me so damn worked up. He wasn’t your typical foot fetishist. No, this man was a foot worshipper, and he knew exactly how to make my toes curl. Pun intended!

He started slow, asking permission to admire my feet—oh, how I love that dirty talk! He went on about how my feet were so prim and proper, like a proper lady should have. But little did he know, I had a secret fetish of my own. I craved the dirty, the taboo, and John was about to deliver.

He began licking and sucking my toes, tongue weaving between them, sending shivers down my spine. Then, with a wicked grin, he took the whole foot in his mouth, slurping and sucking like a hungry babe.

But that wasn’t enough for this foot fetish freak. John reached for his pants, and out came his thick, throbbing cock. He placed my foot on his lap, the other caressing my sole, as he began piston-like movements. My pussy was dripping wet, and my feet were getting a workout of their own.

He fucked my foot, yes, fucked it good! While he did so, I imagined my feet wrapped around his meaty shaft, a sight I knew would be sinful and wrong but oh so right.

John was a man on a mission. He flipped me over, spread my legs, and dove into my pussy, feet still getting the VIP treatment. He licked and sucked my juicy cunt, making me squirm and moan. Then, with a grunt, he stood up, positioning himself at my feet.

He slammed into me, feet-first, making me gasp. The depravity of it all—having my pussy and feet worshipped—was a rush like no other. John fucked me senseless, the filth pouring from his mouth, calling me his foot bitch and slut.

It was disgraceful, it was debauched, but I loved every minute. That’s my story, an unromantic, wild foot fetish romp, and it gets me so damn horny every time!

Erotic Bondage Stories Of Submissive Slut Jacquline’s Dom Side

Erotic bondage storiessubmissive slutI love beig  submissive whore but I also love hearing about sub turning into a dom at times too.

 So I turned the tables one night on my boyfriend. Without waiting for an answer (because let’s face it – who needs consent when you have handcuff keys?), I leaned down and took his cockhead between lips gently sucking at first before increasing pressure steadily until he was throbbing against the back of my mouth. I wiped the pre-cum out of the corners of my mouth and came up on that cock.  Tying his hands behind his back.

Next, I inserted a ball gag inside his mouth shoving it until he almost puked.  That instantly made my cunt sloshy wet.  I bound his feet tightly with nearby rope. Taking a belt and whip and whipping his ass so hard it left red marks pierced into his bubble butt of an ass. He quivered and shaked uncontrollably as I rather violently kept the whippings going.  Ordering him to call me mistress.

The power trip was getting to my head a bit. I had fishnets on, with a leather corset tied tightly making my tits perfectly perky poking out of my black corset.  Black panties with a garter attached to those fishenets.  I take the butt plus and start thrusting it in his ass making him yelp in pain. However that was nothing because right atter I shoved one of my big black dildos up there and I am pretty sure the next town over heard how much his ass got stretched out in the next town over.

I made him lick my feet, become my sex slave for the night. But secretly I did miss being a submissive whore. That is where I am best, but some nights, I can switch it up for the greater good.

 

Vicious Pleasure: A Submissive Whore’s Torment

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Being the willing whore that I am, I yearned for my Master’s touch. Bound and helpless, I awaited his devious plans with a dripping wetness between my legs. And boy, did he deliver!He started with a whip, leaving my back a mesh of red stings. I cried out in pleasure, begging for more. Master knew just how to push my buttons, torturing me with deliciously vicious strikes.

But that was only the beginning. He moved down my body, piercing my delicate flesh with sharp claws. The pain was exquisite, driving me wild with desire. I was his to command, and the thought of it made me soaked.His heavy thrusts soon followed, each one making me see stars. He fucked me mercilessly, using me as his personal sex doll. The filthier he talked, the harder I came.

But Master had more tricks up his sleeve. A hard gag was buckled into my mouth, silencing my moans, though it couldn’t muffle my desperate pleas for more. Yes, more! Give me your nasty, hard cock! Fuck me like the whore I am!He granted my wish, and I felt his meaty Cock stretch me to new limits. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, sending me into a blissful abyss.

I was his submissive slut, and this was my idea of a perfect night—being tortured, fucked, and used.

Use me, Master!

My Gangbang phone sex Extravaganza

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This filthy slut  with a penchant for the extreme, my ultimate fantasy involved a wild gangbang. Multiple cocks, a kaleidoscope of pleasure—that’s what got my juices flowing.It started with a chance encounter at a local bar. A group of hunks noticed my appetite for flesh and fun. They offered me a ride home, but we all knew where this night was headed.

In the back seat of their car, hands groped my body, making me moist. Three pairs of hands, three hungry mouths—it was like a carnal initiation.We reached my place, and the real fun began. I was the center of attention, surrounded by eager bodies. Their hands all over me, stripping me bare, made me feel like the sex queen I was born to be as they pushed me onto the bed.Cocks of all shapes and sizes surrounded me. I couldn’t get enough—sucking, licking, taking them one by one into my greedy holes.

Then, they started fucking me for real. First, one rammed my pussy, while another violated my tight ass. They pounded me mercilessly, and I loved every minute of it. My body was on fire, the sheer animalistic energy in the room making me wild.

Another pair of hands pinched my nipples, sending shocks to my core. I was drowning in pleasure, each thrust an affirmation of my slutty existence.They pounded me into submission, cumming in my mouth, my pussy, and all over my body. I was a mess—drenched in sweat and cum, yet craving for more.That night, I became the gangbang queen, and the memory still makes me wet. There’s nothing like being at the mercy of a group of horny guys, their primal instincts taking over.

It’s a fantasy fulfilled—an erotic tale I’ll recount forever, remembering the gangbang that left me breathless and begging for more.

Submissive Phone Sex Whores Service You the Best

submissive phone sexSubmissive phone sex whores service men on and off the phone. Although I prefer to be called Bernice, most men just call me whore. My mother called me Bernice, but she was the only one. Oh, and my schoolteachers when I still went to school. I am a subby slut. I am someone’s bitch for a living. Started with my daddy. Then I belonged to my husband. However, for the past 20 years, my master has owned me.

Men use me, even abuse me. And I never complain. Sometimes, I even ask for more. My current master and I have an S and M relationship. I am his submissive sex slave and his legal secretary. Although he retired two years ago, Master still works on some wills and trusts. And that means I go into the office once or twice a week.

On Friday, I messed up a fax. I thought I sent the fax. However, I keyed in the wrong number. For this minor work infraction, Master restrained me at my desk. He tied my arms to the arm rests. And he bound my legs to the chair. He placed a ball gag in my mouth too. But what turned me on the most was when he exposed my breasts and tied them up like torpedoes.

Master Punishes Me for the Smallest Infractions

Master made sure my ass dangled off the seat just enough to expose my asshole. He shoved the biggest butt plug up my ass and ordered me to hold it in place. And I struggled to do that. My entire body shook, and I even peed myself a little trying to clench onto that monster butt plug. My ass felt sore too.

I thought my punishment involved that butt plug. However, Master had just begun. He bent me over the desk and paddled my bare bottom repeatedly. But he made me count each paddle. After he grew bored of spanking my bare ass, he decided to remove the butt plug and fuck my asshole. And he rarely fucks my ass.

However, master gaped my asshole too wide for his dick to stay inside of me. Frustrated with himself, he decided to fist my ass. He never does that. But I think his fist would be the only thing to fit in my asshole after he gaped it with the butt plug form hell.

Thanks to Viagra, he dumped a load of cum in my ass. And I thought it might all be over once he came. But he put the butt plug back in my asshole to contain his cum. For the rest of the day, his submissive whore needed to work on legal briefs with a huge butt plug in her ass and bound to my office chair. All this just for fucking up a fax.

Dominant Dreams: An Unexpected Adventure

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         Last night—no, let’s call it what it was: an adventure. An extraordinary, mind-blowing adventure into the world of BDSM.

It started as a normal evening, or so I thought. I was at home, letting my imagination run wild as usual. But this time, something different happened. In walked Michael, my long-time dominant and secret lover. He had a gleam in his eye that signaled this night would be special.

He strode towards me, his confident posture sending shivers down my spine. Without a word, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. But this time, something was different. He had a mischievous smile, like he’d been planning something naughty.

Michael slowly undressed me, his touches sending electric shocks through my body. But tonight, he had a surprise in store. He pulled out a roll of rope and began tying my hands together. The sight of me, helpless and at his mercy, only seemed to excite him more.

He whispered dirty nothings in my ear, telling me how much he’d craved this moment. I was putty in his hands, ready to submit to whatever he desired. And boy, did he have some desires!

He spanked me, chastising me for being such a naughty girl. The sharp smacks echoed in the room, each one sending pleasure pulses through my core. But that wasn’t all. Michael had more tricks up his sleeve.

He brought out the big guns—a crop and some silky scarves. He blindfolded me, the soft fabric soothing my eyes, before using the crop to tease and tantalize my body. Each snap of the crop sent a jolt of excitement to my soaking wet cunt.

Then, he entered me, and the world melted away. I felt possessed, owned, and damn, it was good. Michael’s dominance took me to places I’d only dreamed of. And when we finished, I knew I’d found a new high I’d crave forever.

This was our little secret, a sinfully delicious adventure into the extreme edges of pleasure.

Rosalie, your confessions are mine.