I love bondage phone sex. Tie me up and do what ever you want. Master took me to another fetish club This time, however, I did no get gang banged. I did get fucked, but I did not have more than 4 cocks. The swingers club I had over 20 cocks. I was not tied up there though. Last night, I was tied up in 100s of positions. I have rope burns today all over my body. Master orchestrated it all. I was not enjoying myself as I thought I would because I could not move. At one point, I thought my arm might break from the way it was twisted behind my back. While I was tied up and in a contorted position, the four guys master picked out skull fucked me. They were rough on my mouth. I am good at cock worshiping but I thought I might puke. It is much harder to swallow so many cocks in the position I was in. If I puked, I might have choked. Master would not let me die, but I think I preferred the gang bang to this. Some of these guys were new to bondage. They were not new to fucking though. Master was giving a master class in ropes and knots. But they did not need any help fucking me. They were fucking my ass and my pussy. I could no fuck back though. I was tied too tightly. At one point I thought my wrist was going to break too. Been way too long since anyone tied me that tightly. Turns out the 4 guys are new members of master’s BDSM group. Him and a bunch of lawyers started this club in the 60s for men with slaves. I guess they need some young blood in the club to keep it going since the original members are all in their 70s now. Turns out master is grooming them for his bondage whore. Maybe one of these recruits will be my next master. I will be in trouble then because they are rough and strong with stamina.
Category: Female bondage
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.
Bondage Whore Bernice Likes To be Tied Up and Snuggle During the Winter Months
It is winter and that is cuddling season even for a bondage whore like me. My master is on this new arthritis drug, and he is suddenly like one of those old men in the movie Cocoon. He can tie a knot better than a 20 something year old sailor. He rarely comes to my house. That is because he is married, and his wife has never discovered our real relationship in the almost 20 years that we have been master and slave. Now that he is feeling spry again, he told his wife he was going out of town to golf with his buddies. It was just an excuse to spend the night with his slave.
I was happy to have him over, but I was nervous. We have not spent a night together in over a decade. Last time was when he was still traveling for cases, and we had to go to New York City for a deposition. I remember it though like it was yesterday. We got snowed in and did a lot of cuddling by the fire in the hotel room. We had to stay a few extra days because the airport was shut down from the snow. I may be my master’s bondage whore and sex slave, but he is a romantic with real feelings for his subby whore. He loves to cuddle. He loves to spoon. I am here for him. Whatever he wants to do to me from the abusive to the romantic, I will always obey my master.
The first thing he did when he arrived was tie me up. He has been making up for lost time now that his hands are not all shriveled up. He tied me up in blue BDSM rope. It was a pretty color, but he had me so tight I could barely move. He made me suck his old dick while I was bound like a side of beef. Once he dumped his old seed in my mouth, he got nostalgic for that time when we cuddled in NYC during a snowstorm. I love that memory. We live in California, so we do not get snow, but I do have a fireplace. He started up the fireplace while I was still bound like a good bondage whore. I could not cuddle back. He snuggled up to me on the couch while we pretended to be snowbound again. He made me worship is old ass and cock some more while we snuggled on the couch. I spent the entire night tied up next to him. I have ligature marks and some broken skin from the tight knots. My master is definitely back in action.
Submissive Cumslut Learns How to Obey Her Master
You have me on the X-shaped cross. My hands and legs are tightly bound and I am too weak to get out of them. You have complete control over me. You put nipple clamps over my tiny, sensitive nipples. They are so tight! Then you get out a vibrator and rub my clit. It feels so good to have that vibration on my skin. You tell me to say that I’m a nasty little slut and I am too caught up in pleasure to notice what you said. You stop vibrating my clit and slap my face, hard. Your hand leaves a print on my face. You tell me to say it again and I do. This goes on like this for hours. You tell me what to say and I comply. When I don’t, you slap me or pull on my nipple clamps tightly, making me yelp. When I am properly trained, you let me off the cross and slap me multiple times. I cum hard and know it is now time to please my master by giving you a nice sloppy blowjob since I’m a nasty little slut who is only good for sucking cock.



















