Erotic bondage stories are almost as fun to create as they are to share. I have a few callers who enjoy hearing my bondage stories. I tend to get all tied up frequently. But, that is to be expected with me because I have always been a bondage girl. It started when I was a little girl. My mom was more my father’s bitch than she was his wife. I discovered her one day all tied up and contorted in a very painful position. My immediate instinct was to help my mother, so I untied her. She actually scolded me for helping her because she said daddy would be very upset with me for intervening. He was too. I got punished, but not like a father traditionally punishes his offspring. I did not get spanked or put in a corner. I got tied up. Bound and gagged like a pig about to be roasted and shoved in a dark closest over night. I was alone and scared. I had no access to a bathroom or warm bed. No food or water. Not even love and affection from my parents. My mom let me out the next day to get me ready for school. I had rope burns on my body. That incident broke me. I was forever scared of my father after that, but the incident also brought about a morbid fascination with bondage for me. As I got older, I asked boys to tie me up. I discovered that I was quite the bondage whore thanks to daddy. Daddy and mommy are long gone, but here I am still enjoying being bound and gagged. Last night my own son tied me up. He secured the ropes so tightly that I couldn’t move, forcing me to sleep in a painful position until he released me this morning. I have ropes and a wide variety of submissive devices. I am ready for you to tell me what to do sir.
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I have never been “mummified” before. They took this gauze that reminds me of that sticky stuff they use when you give blood, and they wrapped my entire upper body, save for my breasts, up. My arms were essentially glued to my sides. Then, they wrapped my head, leaving just my face open to see what was going on, and to breathe. Once I was laid, gently, on the bed, they started to pinch and torture my nipples, rub and flick my clit, and ram fingers into my cunt. I thought I was good to go, until they all stopped what they were doing and backed up a step from the bed. That’s when I saw the hand coming down at me from alongside my head.
They’d brought in a violet wand. I felt the first shock on my exposed breast, just away from the nipple. I groaned and quivered. The next shock came directly on my nipple, and I tried to pull away, which only brought laughter. The wand touched the other nipple, and I shuddered, still trying to pull away from the shocks. Then, they moved the wand lower, and lower….to my wet and waiting cunny. They touched that wand to each of the inner thighs, then the lips, then directly on my clit, my vag, and my ass hole. Each new shock brought another groan, even as my body continued to tremble. By the time they finished with the wand, I was a mass of nerves; and when they fucked me, I came so hard and so many times that it hurt.
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Master asked me if I had been doing my anal training like I was told too. I lied and said told him yes. He could read right through my lie. He told me to pulled my panties down and spread my self open for him. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to. Master was already mad, I didn’t want to make him madder! I pulled my panties down and spread my ass cheeks open, just as I was told to do so. Master took his cock and slapped it against my puckered asshole! He asked me again “Have you been fucking your asshole like I want you too?” I started to cry “No master, I am so sorry master! I have been so constipated, it just hurts so much master!” He slammed his cock in my backed up and tight asshole! He started fucking me so hard and then I smelled it! I smelled the shit that he was fucking out of me! He was punishing my dirty asshole like the worthless stupid fucking whore that I was. I didn’t do as my master told me and now he is brutally fucking the shit out of my asshole!
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It was time for yearly review and in not sure what I did to displease Master but from what I’ve heard in the works and the giggles as I pass by my comrades has me worried. I was a big girl though and loved being Master’s property. So I knew I could do whatever he had planned for me! It didn’t make me any less nervous though when I met Master and found the other Masters in our community and their slaves all together in our shower room. Incense burning in every corner and the room lit by candles giving it an oddly supernatural quality as my lungs filled with the smell of sandalwood and jasmine. I went to kneel before my Master. Presenting myself with palms up and knees parted so he could inspect me. “Go slave, kneel in the middle of the room over the drain and present.” I moved into the position as told and Master and two others came to me with unprocessed jute rope. The fibers were rough and itchy as they tied my arms to my chest, wrist to my thighs, and thighs to my calves. Forcing me to stay in position 1 without hurting myself and then tied my hair to my ankles making my back arch and forcing me to look up rather than the traditional down. I still wasn’t sure what my task was, but based on the sadistic grins and sympathetic glances from the other submissives I was sure it would not be good. I became excited when I heard the sound of belts and flies being undone. Looking over to see what I was assuming would be hard cocks but realized in a few seconds, as they all squatted on the tiled floor and started to grunt I was not going to get fucked anytime soon. As they all unloaded their bowels onto the tiled floor. Their slaves coming over and scooping up the shit, mouthing their apologies as they started to smear me with shit. My Master laughed at my disgusted face and grinned down at me. “I thought I’d make you into the dirty whore I know you are. Aren’t you going to say thank you?” I felt my stomach roil, the smell, the feeling, it was just making me sick but I was a good slave. So well trained I would do anything and everything to make my Master happy. Even if it was to say “Thank you Master for making me a dirty whore”
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The last party I went to was bloody amazing!! rather than breaking up into voluntary groups and separating, the party was held in someone’s workshop, which had been cleared out for the occasion. There were tables that had been loaned for the party, along with an “X” and hooks all along the ceilings and shackles tied into the walls. The subs were offered straws, and ¾ of us were bound to random “stations”. I was hung from the ceiling, my toes barely touching the floor, it was not entirely uncomfortable, but definitely put a strain on some unused muscles.
The doms and unlucky subs took turns at each station. The first group clamped my nipples and attached the other end to a battery, allowing me to anticipate the shocks each time. A guy brought over this metal device, and I could only imagine it was some make-shift violet rod. Sure enough, he started shocking the fuck out of my inner thighs, and the tip of my clit. One of the unlucky subs got tired of watching and not participating, so she walked up to me, lifted my legs to wrap them around her neck, and buried her face in my cunt. I was so turned on, and the next nipple jolt tore through me, forcing me to grind my cunt harder into her face, triggering an instant orgasm. She ate harder, licking as much of my juices out as she could before sliding 3 fingers into me. She rammed my cunt hard, forcing it open more and more. I felt like she was trying to rip me in half, but eventually that drove me to another hard orgasm. I came so many times, and so hard each time, that my legs still tremble to think of it!