Category: Light bondage

seen and not heard whore

My little cunt craves some touching from some strong and sturdy hands. The kind that are rough and know exactly how to treat me. I want to feel a strong grip on my throat and a heavy thrust in to my fuck hole. I am not in to that soft lovey dovey bull shit. I need a stern personality, a strong hand to swat my ass, a hard and fat cock to fuck my cunt and my ass hole, and a huge load to shoot down the back of my throat.

Submissive whore

I love it when my hair is pulled, my legs are open and I am tied up like a pretzel. I love being whipped, spit on and humiliated because I am a submissive little whore and I was taught a long  time ago that I am to be seen and not heard unless I am moaning or choking on a big wad of jizz from a yummy cock and balls.

Nothing but a fuckhole

 

Prostate phone sex

I tongue fucked Masters asshole hard before inserting my finger. Prostate phone sex was one of his favorite games to keep me in line. I had been trained by my husband before he sold me into slavery but Master’s game was quite different.

Master preferred to go to the gym first for a long workout. He reeked of smelly sweat right down to his nut sac. Then he’d also forget to wipe his ass very well. I’d be forced to suck his nasty balls and tongue out the bits of shit and toilet tissue. If I retched, I’d be beaten, so I tongue fucked him deep and hard, lapping every bit of foul matter until he was clean.

Next, I’d suck his cock, easing a finger into his bowels. I’d fuck him slow until I found this special knob deep inside. I could always tell when I hit it, because he’d fuck my mouth furiously. Crouching low over my face, he face fucked me hard, barely letting me come up for air. I’d finger fuck his ass until he was ready to come. He’d pull out with a roar and shoot his load all over my face and hair, calling me a a worthless cunt.

 

Triple Stuffed Whore

Light Bondage

I had been enjoying my punishments too much lately, so Master decided if one cock wasn’t enough to hurt my whore cunt anymore, three should be able to do it. He invited two of his friends over who also were known to take control of their slutty little pets. Master tied my wrists together and then tied my hands to the headboard. The rope was only secured to the center of the headboard, so I could still be flipped over at their whim.

I was completely helpless against three big men. They tore me apart and stuck their dicks in whatever hole was available. One fucked my throat while the others double penetrated me, making me squeal while I choked, trying to gasp for air. That’s when the guy in front of me went to join the others. He squeezed himself in with the other two, somehow, tearing me open.

Tears streamed down my face from the stinging, ripping pain of three rods in me at once. I was so full in between my legs, there wasn’t any room to spare. All of them grunted and continued on without any signs of remorse. Flipping me onto my back, they jerked their fucksticks until they were covering me in their jizz like a filthy whore. Hopefully, I’ll be more respectful to Master in the future to avoid the need for severe punishment.

Submissive Whore Obeys Master

Master brought home the deli guy today. Apparently they’ve become great friends, and Master wanted to share with his friend, since his friend always takes such good care of him. I was in my proper position when they came in, and the deli man seemed very pleased to see me so. He led me in to the bedroom and had me position myself on my hands and knees facing master. He climbed onto the bed behind me, and slammed his cock into me. Submissive WhoreHe grabbed my hip with one hand and my hair with the other, and he started beating my pussy up! He was hitting it so hard, I was hurting, and he knew it. The more he knew it hurt me, the harder he drove into me, pressing my cervix further up into my belly, and rearranging my insides to let his cock deeper. I cried out a couple of times, and Master smiled. He knew I was hurting, and he was thrilled about it. I knew Master would take care of me, though. He always does.

Submissive Lesbian Maid

Female Bondage

I was starting a new job as a mouse maid for a rich woman who seemed to be in her early 30’s. Excited to start, I showed up eagerly in my maid’s uniform, getting right to work when she showed me where everything was. She had me start in the living room, where she watched me to make sure I would be skilled enough to keep the house properly clean, or so I thought. When I turned around, she had stripped into a sexy dominatrix outfit and was holding a tasseled whip. Slapping me across the face, she pushed me to my knees and told me she was to be my Mistress and I her slave. I really needed the job, and I knew I deserved the punishment, so I got on all fours as she ripped off my panties.

She started with just her hand as she spanked my bare ass, making me cringe with each stinging slap. After both cheeks were nice and red, she whipped me hard. Yelping in pain, I could only say, Yes Mistress, as she told me how much of a filthy slut I was. She then tied my hands to my thighs with rope before straddling my face, forcing me to eat her cunt. Her juices dripped down my face as she rubbed her clit against my tongue. Cumming in a gushing burst, she made me eat all her cum as she squirted all over me. Mistress says I must always swallow all of her juices.

Spanking Chat – Master’s Anger

Spanking chatMaster was angry. I had no idea who had pissed him off, or what had happened, but he was pissed. He stalked right past me, hardly acknowledging my presence, which he only does when his anger could potentially cause me harm. I knew to stay out of the way until he called for me, and just did the household things I knew he’d appreciate until then. When he finally did call for me, I could hear the iron-willed control that I loved so much threading his voice. When I found him, Master was in the dungeon, and he had his flog and riding crop out, along with the shackles. Master told me that he needed me to endure pain for him, and that he was sorry that he needed to because he loves me so dearly. I walked over to the table, bent myself over it, and held my hands in their proper place. He shackled them to their respective bindings, and ran a hand over my bare ass. He bent down and kissed each cheek, apologizing again, before I felt the first blow from the flog. He spanked me hard several times, then switched to the riding crop, landing blows all across my cheeks, and occasionally hitting my hips and thighs in the process. I was welting, and I would bear these marks for a few days, I already knew this. But, I knew that I was helping Master, and that made all the difference. By the time his fingers found their way to my cunt, I was sore and aching, and I needed what only he could give. When he finally rammed his dick all the way into me, I cried out with the pain and pleasure of it. Master took his anger out on my cunt and ass for over an hour before kissing every inch of the skin he’d bruised.

Submissive slut Life is so Hard

Submissive slutIt’s not easy being me. Always have to be pretty, ready to be fucked. Be the perfect toy, a lover, a wife, everything you need me to be as you need it. Of course, I don’t have to work. I always get fucked. You take care of my every want and desire. It’s just oh so hard to kneel at your knees. Give you those sweet eyes as I lick your cock from base to head. Let you fuck my throat and cum all over my tongue and face. Or like, entertaining your guests when they come over. Letting 4 or 5 men fuck me all at once is hard work you know? I put sooo much work into looking this good just for you and to have those men fuck me until my panties are ruined and my make up is all smeared and running. Don’t even get me started on the hair. So long to curl and primp just to have it ruined. Sigh, the hard life of a slave this is. Not to mention the orgasms, over and over and over again all day. I’m surprised I can walk! What is that Master? I’m being a brat again? Oh no… Time for my spankings. Well… If you insist Sir. I even wore those panties that you like against your hand.

I need to be dominated

Submissive Sex ChatI’ve always had a fantasy about a guy coming into my house, and forcing himself on top of me. The thought of just being dominated, without even knowing who they are, or what to expect in there pants, just gets my pussy dripping wet. I’m very submissive sexually, so unless I’m at work, I want to be dominated. I want a man bigger than me, muscular, with a thick cock, to break into my house one night, and force himself on top of, and to dominate my juicy tight pussy. I want him to tie me up, gag me, and have his absolute way with my pussy. Make me suck his cock, and take him deep down my throat all for his own pleasure. What he doesn’t know though, is I’m loving every single minute of it. I can’t see his face because it’s dark, all I hear are his sexual grunts and moans as he thrusts his huge cock into my bare pussy. Have you ever had a fantasy similar to mine? I’ve love for you to call me and tell me about your fantasies. Nothing is too extreme for this submissive slut!

Footstool

Bondage submissionI made my owner angry, there was dust on the entertainment center behind the television. He scolded me for a hour yelling and screaming. He told me I was a stupid bitch. Then he took that offensive remark back, and he told me I was lower than a stupid bitch I was nothing. He sat down on the sofa and a wicked grin spread across his face.
“Get over here, Nothing”, he demanded
I went over to my owner and dropped to my knees at his feet.
“You nothing, Nothing, you’re a footstool”, he told me
And I obediently got on my hands and knees, and he rested his feet on my back. I wasn’t a person anymore, I was his object. I was humiliated, but I remained obedient. His feet were heavy on my back, but I didn’t dare complain. I became a piece of furniture, I remained perfectly still. I was his object, a piece of property. I am a footstool.

Extreme Temperatures

Torture Phone Sex

Master instructed me to stand perfectly still with my arms out while he inspected me. I tried to listen, but he attached small weights to each of my wrists, making it harder to keep my arms suspended. The pain in my shoulders grew too intense and Master showed no signs of mercy, so I was naughty. I let my arms down, telling him I couldn’t hold them any longer. This angered him. A lot. He smacked me across the face hard enough to disorient me, and before I knew it he had me tied up and on the ground. My hands and feet were tied up behind me and my mouth was gagged. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me across the smooth floors, down the hall, and into the bathroom. Then he threw me into the bath tub. Unsure of his plan, I cowered in fear. He was gone for what seemed like forever. When he came back, he was carrying to buckets of water. One sounded like it had ice in it and the other one was steaming. Terrified, I squirmed and tried to scream through the cloth gag. He dumped the first bucket of icy water over my naked skin. The frigid water made every nerve ending scream in agony. He then picked up the second bucket and pouring the boiling hot water over me. The extreme change made my skin feel like it had just been ignited into flames. Crying with my skin now singed, he told me never to disobey him again. I’m so sorry Master for being a bad girl! Please let me redeem myself.