With Christmas fast approaching my mind wanders back to my favorite erotic bondage stories. This one happens to star me and Santa together. Just after midnight on Christmas morning I woke up to a slight thump near my tree. I saw Santa come around with his bag of goodies. He told me that I had been naughty and that he was here to punish me. Out of his large sack he pulled some red and white shibari rope, a new green and red striped ball gag and a flogger that had candy cane shaped beads at the end. He tied me up to the support column in my kitchen and had my breasts tied so that they stuck out. He put my gag in and then got to work. The beads stung and broke the skin a little each time they stuck. He made me count out 359 strokes, one for every day that I had been naughty during the year. When he finished he came over and stuck the biggest cock I have ever seen into my mouth and throat, he face fucked me until his peppermint flavored cum slid down my throat. He told me that he wanted to see me continue to be a HOE,HOE,HOE all this next year so that he could cum back next year. He snapped his fingers and the ropes untied and he left. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for this year!!
Category Archive: Hardcore bondage
Bondage Whore For Christmas
Being a bondage whore for my Master is one of the most joyful times in my life. Whenever he desires it, I am bound and gagged – completely at his mercy. Sometimes he just leaves me there to think about all of the times I’ve done something to disappoint him. Those times are pretty torturous, but I know that I deserve them. One day, Master will have transformed me into the perfect submissive slut, but I guess I’m pretty hard to train. He really has his hands full with me.
But my favorite things is when Master has his way with me. He loves to use me like a nasty slut while I’m bound and gagged. He doesn’t care about anything except his pleasure when it’s time for him to take advantage of my body. Sometimes he ties me face down so I can’t see what’s going on and he brings other men in to fuck me. But they don’t fuck my pussy. That would be too exciting for me. He likes to let them fuck my ass with just enough lube to get their cocks inside me. It still hurts a lot and my Master gets off on that. Do you want to hear more about what Master does to me? Just call me and I will tell you everything and I’ll probably get in trouble with that, too.
Female Bondage And Water Torture
I am a connoisseur of female bondage, But This was not pleasant. Using My own daughter against me was my ultimate humiliation. I wanted to please and I would push myself to any length to Make my long-time master happy. I had run away a few times and always came back. He did have my offspring and I am a mother. He would always find me and always bring me back home where I belonged. My punishment this time was to see My oldest daughter decked out in full bondage gear as he instructed me that He would be using severe sensory deprivation to reset my slave skills. My daughter would be paying the price as well! I knew in my heart this would be the last time I ever left. I could not endure my daughter being tortured like this. Or better yet maybe I was jealous that she was my replacement. The Tank of water in the garage was cold as I put my hands on it. I was slapped to the ground and tasted blood. I would be paying for my last game of hide and seek. Shackled up with my daughter behind me, MY Master lifted us and dropped us in the tank and told me that we would both be In water bondage. This pissed my daughter off that she would have to endure pain for my indiscretion. The water lapped at my ears as the lid was shut. My Milf body pressed down on her and she began screaming and kicking under me. If she were to drown it would be my fault. But then again I would have taken out the competition, even if it was my own flesh and blood daughter! One less bondage whore to compete with!
Submissive whore
Submissive whore is what my master calls me. He came over last night and I could tell that he was in a dark mood. He reminded me that I am his submissive little whore and that he could do whatever he wanted to my body. He tied me down tight to the table and then brought out his knives. He started slowly tracing the ropes with the smallest one and then brought out the big boy. Normally the big knife doesn’t make an appearance but tonight was a no holds barred kind of night. He cut off the bra and panties that I was wearing and slowly traced my nipples and clit with the sharp end of the knife. I was scared and crying but that just turned him on more. He removed the gag that I had in and shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat. As I was choking and crying more he started rubbing my clit with his fingers. As I got close to orgasm he told me that I could cum but he was going to leave a mark on my pretty body while I did. As I came he sliced just above my left nipple. He was really turned on by then and finished down my throat a few strokes later. Now I will always have a reminder of who I belong to.
Sexy Bondage Roots
I love sexy bondage games. Tie me up or tie me down. A caller asked how I became a bondage sex slave. He made me go back to my youth. When I was young, my mother left. She found a new man. One who would treat her like a princess and one with money. She abandoned me and left me with an abusive dad. He just saw me as a surrogate wife, not a daughter. I had to do all the housework, cook his meals and take care of his cock. As I got tits and pussy hair, he fucked me more. He shared me with his friends. I hated every moment. When I got sassy, he started to tie me up to my bed. He pulled me out of school, and I was tied up all day while he was at work. I would pee the bed. I had rope burns. I would have panic attacks. I had no food or water. No TV. Just tied up alone for half the day because my father was afraid I would leave him just like my mother did. Eventually, I did escape. I was a teen then and had endured almost 10 years of abuse at the hands of my own father. Almost 25years later, I find myself still into bondage. I grew into a bondage whore. Now I am still tied up and left by some men, but now I get wet. What gave me fear and anxiety as a young girl makes my pussy wet now. My caller made me admit that I am attracted to older men because I miss my father. Freud would have lots to say about me, I am sure. Although, my masters now are far nicer than my daddy ever was, I am still treated like nothing more than a sex slave.