Category: Female bondage

Long Hard Work Day

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I love being head bitch at work.
Bossing people around all day is super easy for me.
All my employees do what they’re asked, when I ask it.
All except the new guy I hired this past Monday.
He refuses to listen to me, and disagrees with me often.
Although usually I would be pissed when someone back talks me at work, there was something oddly pleasing about this man not listening to me.
I know I always have to listen to master, but he’s gone still out of town.
So while master is away, a girl can play, right?
This new hire has been giving me shit since Monday, and for some reason is turning me on. He’s extremely dominant like master, but in a dark mysterious kind of way.
I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me, or if he wants me to fuck him!
He constantly stares at my tits all day long. They’re covered for the most part since I do dress very professionally, but always with a little bad girl underneath!
I’ve been so busy that today during lunch, I leaned back in my office chair, and just started fingering my pussy.
I was so turned on, but had no time to leave.
I heard a knock at the door, my shirt still off, but he couldn’t see underneath the desk. My new hire had just walked into my office, and I wasn’t wearing my shirt!
One tit was pulled out of my bra so I could play with it while I finger fucked myself, and he just kept staring. I quickly put my shirt back on, as he closed the door.
It’s been 2 hours now since that happened, and I can feel his eyes following me around the office. What do I do? What do I say? I didn’t even get to cum! I’m still fucking soaking wet, and so turned on.

Bondage and Submission at Work

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is my life. I am always giving in and getting tied up, especially at work. My boss and Master is old, but he does love tying me up at work. He was feeling extra frisky yesterday. I only go to the office a couple days a week now. My work schedule just depends on what kind of case he is working. He is a lawyer close to full retirement, which is why I have been supplementing my income being a phone sex submissive. I messed up some legal briefs. I filed them incorrectly. I am not allowed to make mistakes. For a simple fixable clerical error, I got some soft bondage of my tits. Well soft only in the way he tied up my boobs. The torture my whore tits, as he likes to call them, received was something very different from soft. He pinched the nipples so hard they bled. That was not enough pain for the mood he was in. He got out his lighter so he could burn them too. Have you ever smelled burning flesh? It is awful. When it is your own flesh, it is worse. The pain and smell combined is nauseating. I knew not to vomit or complain or cry. It was tough to do, but if I had, the torture would have been far worse. Master has never been big into torture sex except when it comes to my tits. The way he views it, he bought me my tits, so he can do whatever he wants to them. I will take nipple and breast torture any day over being used as a punching bag. Some of the more modern Masters, whom I have encountered, on and off the phone, enjoy going Mike Tyson on me. In their eyes, I’m not a woman, just a worthless submissive whore.

Punishing the Naughty Submissive Whore

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I was tossed onto the ground, rough hands groping my body. I couldn’t see because he had blindfolded me. He pulled up my wrists, which were tied together, and fastened them above my head. He then took my ankles, which were also tied together, and bound them below me. The ties were stretching my arms and legs so far, it felt like they would come out of the sockets. I laid there on display, like a good girl, awaiting my torture. First, a whip cracked against my bare skin, sending a searing pain straight down my spine. Circling my whimpering, quivering body, he continued to deliver lashes that whistled through the air. After he was bored with the whip, he pulled out a cane and whacked me on each breast. I cried out in pain as he repeatedly beat me. When I heard metal jingling around, I got nervous. He was going for the sharp objects. He came back with a corkscrew and twisted it into my side. It felt like a dagger spinning inside me. I screamed as blood squirted from the puncture wound. When he pulled it out, a chunk of my flesh came with it. Master says I was a good little whore and took my punishment.

Bondage Whore Bernie

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on the circuit. I go into any BDSM club in my state and that is how I am addressed. I have quite the reputation for BDSM games. I hate that these Fifty Shades of Grey movies trivialize the lifestyle. BDSM is not a fad for me. It is my way of life. When my Master was younger, he really enjoyed tying me up. We used everything from heavy duty climbing rope to his silk ties. Sometimes we even used my pantyhose. It just depended on if he wanted to leave a mark or not. Once I was tied up a slew of sensual games ensued. Sometimes we played with hot candle wax. Sometimes ice cubes. Sometimes bare bottom spankings. Other times more hardcore like a belt strap or a Cat o Nine tails. Master was not into disfiguring me. He was not into leaving marks that lingered for days. It was about trust. It was about submission. No one believes in that kind of old school S&M relationship anymore. It’s a new  world for a subby whore like me. Trying to find a master like the one I have is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I have been testing the waters for new Masters, using phone sex as a way to see what the modern dominant man is like. I’ve  discovered that my Master is from a bygone world that likely doesn’t exist anymore. I’m trying to prepare myself for what is coming. In my quest for a suitable replacement I have been tied up and left for days with no food or water sitting in my own waste. I have had my tits punched so hard a saline bag ruptured. I have had my face shoved in a toilet filled with shit and piss. I have been forced to eat puke. I have been ordered to service men with 4 legs. I have been gangbanged by men  half my age. I’m dreading the day my Master surrenders me because I cannot live in a world where I am not owned, but the men of this new age terrify me.

Pussy Spanking phone sex with Naomi

Master caught me playing with my pussy. He caught me with 2 fingers deep inside of my pussy. I was trying to make myself squirt. I wanted to cum! Master has not let me cum in over a month. He said I needed to learn to cum from pain. He tied me up and spread my legs wide open. He said nothing to me and that scared me. I knew he was about to punish me for touching myself without his permission. This pussy is his. This ass is his. I am not to touch either of my holes without my masters permission and I did. Put a ball gag in my mouth and then started to tease my pussy. His fingers were working wonders. He felt a gush of my pussy juices flow over his fingers. He pulled them out and rubbed my pussy juices over my face. Then he started whipping my pussy.

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Smacking my enlarged clit, beating my bald pussy lips. It hurt so fucking bad but he was enjoying himself. I could see his drooling cock getting harder and harder as he whipped me. I wanted his cock so fucking bad that the whipping started to feel so good. The pain sent shivers down my spine to my toes! I tried to beg him to let me cum, but I couldn’t get a word out with this gag in my mouth.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Rape phone sex fantasiesMy boss had been eying me for months now. I’ve been a good girl and putting him off as my Master has not given me permission to play with him. So I was rather surprised when I was working on some filing in his office when I felt a sharp pain across the back of my head making everything go black. I have no idea how long I’d been out but I woke up to a splitting headache. My mouth dry and in pain. Hands behind my back, knees tied together, and my ankles tied together. I tried to cry out but the gag in my mouth wouldn’t let me make much noise and I looking around realized I was in a house but I didn’t didn’t really get a chance to look before I saw bare ankles and hairy legs in front of my line of sight and then I heard my boss’ voice. Good you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for you so you could enjoy me too. Then I felt his hands gril my hips and move me into a doggy position. I squirmed trying to get away but it was no use. His hands pushed my skirt up and ripped away my panties and stockings. He didn’t wait though, shoving his hard cock into my mostly dry pussy making me scream behind the gag as he began to fuck me. “Fuck fuck fuck it’s so tight” he groaned to himself before filling me with cum after a sad minute or two. He patted my ass sighing happily. “See what you’ve been missing Casey. Now just let me recover and we can do it again. After all, I can’t let you go can I?”

Submissive Whore Super Bowl

submissive whoreIt was a submissive whore Super Bowl weekend for me.  Did you know that Super Bowl Sunday is the biggest sex trafficking day of the year? My Master may be getting old, but he has stock in a sex trade ring. Lots of girls come into our city from other countries to service Master and his wealthy clients. My house warehoused several extremely young things this past weekend. I was ordered to be the house mother of sorts. I had to get them cleaned up and looking the part of willing and eager little sex sluts for Master’s party. I felt bad for them. I am a willing submissive slut, but these little angels were drugged and stolen from their homes. Master told me not to bond with them. He said they are just little cash cows; nothing more than whores who if stayed in their homes would have died eventually of neglect or health issues. Some of the girls were so young, I could only imagine that a cock would ruin their tiny holes. Master could see I was feeling empathy for the young girls so he made me fuck them with a strap on.  He wanted his cash cows to fear me. I knew if I didn’t do as I was told, I would suffer greatly and the little girls might even die because as he said, “Girls like this come and go every day unnoticed. You can too Bernice.” Master found out that I slipped them some roofies so they wouldn’t feel the pain as much. He had some of his goons force fuck me and beat me until I was black and blue and bloodied.  I ended up with a hot shot too and tossed into the Super Bowl party mix. Just another piece of whore meat to be fucked and abused. I get it though, woman are just here for your enjoyment, even old whores like me.

Getting to know Hypoxyphilia

Submissive WhoreHypoxyphilia (more commonly known as ‘autoerotic asphyxiation’) is a rare and potentially life threatening sexual paraphilia where a person seeks to reduce supply of oxygen to the brain during a heightened state of sexual arousal. The definition was floating through my head as I wheezed for breath. My head so light and floaty as that belt around my neck just off my air just enough. It was amazing when mixed with the cock fucking me hard from behind. My master’s growls of pleasure flitting my ears as he held the belt like a leash. Just keeping me on the edge of consciousness so there was nothing but this floating, beautiful, abyss of pleasure all around me and running through me. I love it when my Master chokes me as he uses my pussy… Especially when we cum together, my pussy so tight around his cock as he twitches inside of me filling me with his amazing cum.

Can You Break Me?

BDSM phone sexI have a real attraction to strong men. Okay, it’s more like an addiction. It gets me so excited when a man knows exactly how to handle me. I can be a handful, so I need a man who will put me in my place. The rougher, the better! Tie me up if you want to work me over like the pain slut that I am. Once I’m hog-tied with my body exposed, start out with a lit cigarette. Something about the feeling of it burning my flesh makes me hot! I cough up the biggest wad of spit in my mouth and hurl it into your eye. Is the lit cigarette all you got?!! I want you to unload everything on me. Ahhhh…that’s right, you’ve got those nipple clamps with the teeth on them.

Surprising Night At Home

I had no idea my night would include bondage and submission! My boyfriend went away on a business trip for the weekend. I thought it would be the perfect time to take a relaxing bubble bath and do my nails. It felt so good to slip my robe off and sink down into the bubbles. I drifted off into such a relaxed state that I didn’t even hear the door open.  I felt a hands on my shoulders pushing me under water! I flailed my arms and kicked my feet, trying to get a breath. The stranger pulled me up by my hair. All I saw was his masked face. He screamed at me to get out of the tub. When I bent to pick up my robe, he slapped me. I stood up quickly, leaving the robe on the floor. He marched me into the bedroom where two other men were waiting with rope and a gag. I knew it was no use to scream. They tied me to the bed face up. They took out a baseball bat and electrodes,  hooked me to a battery and started unzipping their pants. That’s where my long night began.Bondage and submission