I love being tied up and completely submitting to your will. I love when you tie me spread eagle to the bed with my pussy all on display. I love wondering if what awaits me will be pleasure or pain. My pussy lips are spread as far as they can go and you tease my wet pussy with the handle of a whip. Are you going to fuck me with it and bring me the sweet relief I crave or are you going to crack it right on my pussy and make me squeal in a mix of pleasure and pain? The whip comes down on my wet bald pussy and I immediately feel a mix of pleasure and pain. The whip keeps coming down without a rest and suddenly I cum hard. I love pleasing my master and I am so grateful he let me cum tonight.
Category: Hardcore bondage
Pedicured Princess: A Extreme Foot Fetish story!
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!
Vicious Pleasure: A Submissive Whore’s Torment
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!
Slave training whore in progress means I drown in cum
Once I agreed to be a Slave training whore, it got totally serious. I was taken to across the parking lot. I felt as though I was walking quite some distance. I was placed in the back of a car and cuffed. I knew better than to ask any questions. I could feel my heart jumping out of my chest.
When we arrived at our destination, I was used as a human cumdump. I was literally drowning in my Master’s and other’s thick creamy cum. I must have gagged and choked hundreds of times. We went all night long and no I was not given a safe word.
He instructed me to open my mouth where he then dumped a bucket of cum all into my mouth. I was forced to hold it in while each of them throat fucked me. I had my hands handcuffed behind my back and my mouth locked wide open. The pain I endured was all so worth it. I am a cock sucking Submissive slut and this is how my life should be.
My Master was so excited to torture me. He pulled out this huge thick chain, wrapped it around my neck and arms. Every time I would get choked by the chains. He really reveled in that. Constantly taunting me, “Don’t move girl, you gonna get hurt if ya do…”
Yes Master, I will be still, or I least tried so hard to be still. But when you have two big strong dicks face fucking ya, there is no way you can’t move. Every thrust of their cocks, the chain cock tighter and tighter. I felt my face get hot, and the room began to spin. The Hardcore bondage I endured made me black out, I can’t wait for the next session!
The Brunette’s Bondage: A Nasty Narrative
As a brunette beauty, I exude a different kind of allure, a dark and mysterious charm that beckons dominate males. My hair is a beacon, attracting the most sadistic of masters. I’m not just a possession—I’m an obsession.My current owner is no different. He found me, a stray ready to be tamed, and put a collar around my neck. To the world, I’m a submissive slave, but to him, I’m his prized possession, his personal whore.
I’m often left bound and gagged, awaiting his return. The click of his boots signals my reward, and IArch my back in anticipation. He relishes in my helplessness, taking advantage of my vulnerable state.His hands explore my body, and his lips leave marks where they touch. I’m his canvas, and he’s the artist, painting me with bruises and bite marks. The pain is a symphony, a precursor to the main event.
He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he thrusts his thick, pulsing cock down my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t care, using my mouth as his personal playground. My eyes water, but the tears only add to his pleasure. The brunette in me emerges as I take his abuse, craving more. I’m a nasty little slut, and I love it when he treats me like one. My pussy drips with anticipation, and my ass twitches, eager for his invasion.