Extreme bondage whores are obedient. Bound by ropes and chains, serving as an object of lust and degradation for the sadistic masters who claim me. I thought I could be some powerful executive, but my nature knows what I am meant for. My name is whispered in dark, dank dungeons, a mere invitation for those who crave the exquisite agony of watching a willing slut dissolve into submissive tears.
There is no safe word for me, for I am not a human, but a slave to serve as a plaything, crafted by pain and pleasure to service the most twisted desires. I’ve let go of my real life; I’ve never been dominant. It’s time I face up to my true nature and let myself become a faithful slave. My every whimper, every shudder, every bead of sweat is a testament to my unwavering devotion to the art of Hardcore bondage.
Even as the ropes dig into my flesh, as the heavy shackles chafe my wrists and ankles, I know the intensity of my torment is for a bigger purpose. My suffering lies in my greatest pleasure – the knowledge that I am exactly where I was meant to be, a mere vessel for the dark fantasies that course through the veins of my dominants.
Oh, it’s such a beautiful feeling of being totally helpless, my body a labyrinth of ropes and restraints, as a firm, commanding Daddy exacts his brutal brand of discipline upon me. My tears are nothing more than the sweetest nectar, a seal of my unwavering submission as I surrender to the unrelenting torture.
Category: Hardcore bondage
Torture Slave Training
Last night, I experienced the most insane Torture phone sex. It still is making me quiver. I was instructed on what tools would be needed beforehand. My Dom then instructed me to clamp my nipples with alligator clamps that I had modified to bite harder breaking skin. I squealed as I clamped them on my titties. Then I was to put my tens unit pads on each pussy lip, but not turn it on. I have 4 pads, thats 2 pads sending electric pulses to my pathetic little pussy. Placing the pads on each lip, scared me. My eyes began to water and I felt like I would cry. But My Dom wasn’t done. He wanted my strongest clit sucker on the highest setting possible with no lube.
My Tears began to fall. Mascara staining my cheeks…
Then, I had to take my metal butt plug and shove it in my ass. It had been a while since my ass had been opened up wide enough for the plug he requested. But what my Dom wants, he gets. I am a loyal and faithful submissive. I shoved it into my butthole, and screamed. Then I was told to get my biggest dildo, and sit all the way down on it, while inside my pussy. I couldn’t believe how we I was, even in this much pain. I was crying, and snotting everywhere.
Then I had to turn the tens on, and was instructed to ride my dildo…
As I bounced my nipples pulled harder, the tens was pulsating immensely.
I came so mutherfucking hard.
Extreme bondage can’t say no in Daddy’s barn
I know the Extreme bondage debauchery that awaits. The coarse fabric scrapes against my sensitive skin, igniting a fire within me that only subsides when Daddy has tightened every knot to perfection. My back arches as I’m bent over a towering pile of hay, my ankles and wrists bound in an intricate web of restraint. When the realization hits that I am totally helpless, I can’t help but squirt a little. The stench of excrement is all around me and a reminder of what I am. I am grateful for the punishment that’s coming.
Daddy’s cock, thick and eager, forces its way past my lips. The saltiness of his precum coats my tongue as I submit to his dominance, my throat constricting around his girth. With each thrust, I’m reminded of my place – a receptacle for him to dump his load into. The deeper he goes, the more my throat constricts. I don’t hold back my gag and cover him in my puke.
But Daddy’s not the only one who’ll claim me today. Bandit, his eager barn buddy, got his red rocket deep inside of my ass. He is a very good boy because he doesn’t take it easy on me. He has sharp paws that scratch into my skin deeply. Daddy’s dick pulses in my mouth, and I suck harder, milking him for every drop. Bandit whimpers behind me, shooting nut after nut in my filthy ass. Daddy drowned my throat, and Bandit wasn’t done with me yet. Daddy guides his lipstick into my pussy. Daddy loves to stroke his cock and watch Bandit give me a drain inside of me. Daddy said I was such a good Submissive slut, I might have a litter!
A Submissive Whore gives an Ode to her Master
In need of control. I’m a submissive whore that really appreciates her Master. I wrote this while My legs were bound and gagged.
Master of mine
Should I call you sir?
on my knees mouth wide open
is that what you prefer?
Tie me, and spank me
Own me, I’m yours
I’ll bow down before you
Head down on all fours
Bound up in leather
Restrained by stiff lace
My eyes well up with tears
when you slap my face
Mouth pried wide open
Just a hole for your Dick
A filthy submissive slut
a pocket for your prick
I want to please you
Master, make you my world
I need to satisfy you
My tongue around your cock, twirled
Whatever you ask of me
Anything you need
I’ll do for you, Sir
I’ll beg and I’ll plead
Legs spread far open
ass cheeks pulled wide
I’d give anything
to feel you deep inside
Master of mine
Tell me where have you been
I need you so badly
I yearn from within
I don’t need a safe word
I’m a true subby whore
I need your control
it’s what I was made for.
~Angel~
Bondage and Submission is The Life of a Rope Bunny
Bondage and submission, I know all about. My entire life, someone has owned me and kept me tied up. My dad tied me to the bed as a teen girl while he went to work. This ensured that I would not run away from him and tell the cops about what he did to me. But I did get away. I trained myself to be double-jointed. That’s how I got away from him. However, I never reported him to the police. I just wanted him out of my life.
I found life with another man who tied me up when he left the house too. Even when I was pregnant with his offspring, he tied me up. He knew I might run away. And I thought about it often. In fact, I met my current master when still married to my second master. He helped me get away. And I went from NYC to LA to escape from my now ex-husband.
Tie Me Up and Use Me, Master
Third time turned out to be the charm for this submissive whore. Master made me his rope bunny. For years, he tied me up at his office. And he expected me to work as his paralegal tied to the office chair. Sometimes, he would bind my breasts up too. He loves seeing his bitch Doubly bound. Now, he has retired from his law practice. But he still ties me up at the club.
I thought when he summoned me the other night that he wanted his club members to practice their rope skills with me. But the club looked empty. It was just us, like old times at his office. Made me nostalgic for our earlier times together. Although he cannot tie me up like he once could, he still enjoys time with his rope bunny. New meds enable him to tie knots again. He tied me up to a chair. Then he double bound my boobs like old days.
This bondage whore felt 25 again. I love to be tied up by the right man. Are you the right man?















