One memory that will never leave my mind is when I was kidnapped and used as a sex slave for a bunch of teens. I was their instructor, and I had given each of them a failing grade in my class. They warned me that there would be consequences for giving them those grades. I didn’t think anything of it as I thought they wouldn’t have dared hurt me. One day, when I was pumping gas in my car, someone came up behind me and blindfolded me. Another scooped up my legs and they took me to their car. They had nowhere to take me, so they drove out to a field and forced me to strip naked. Those students tied me up tight with rope and then they publicly took turns fantasy raping me. This was punishment, they said, for giving them terrible grades. It was their right to take revenge on me. By the time they were done, my body was covered in cum, all of my holes were sore and red from the abuse, and I was left on the side of the road for anyone else to come and use me.
Category: Sexy bondage
Students Destroy Teacher’s Holes and Use Her as a Cum Rag
Bondage Whore Bernice Hates Pissing Sex, But No One Cares
I love being a bondage whore. I do not like to be one with just anyone though. My dad? Never. He left me tied to a bed for 10 hours a day, making me sit in my own piss. I was not a fan of that. My master? I love being his office whore. He ties me to my desk chair, and I still must do work, which is a challenge. But with master, if I must pee, he lets me go to the bathroom or if I am being punished, I must pee in a cup which is better than sitting in your own piss. Men other than my master? It is a gamble. I am allowed to go to this bondage club that master owns a stake in. Everyone there knows I am an owned bitch. Sometimes, men I meet at the club take his submissive whore home. Not to fuck. I am mot permitted to fuck men. Even though many men have tried to fuck me, I always assume it is a loyalty test or something. So, I follow the rules. This guy last night was not interested in fucking me. He was, however, interested in tying me up like a package for hours. I love being tied up because of the vulnerability, but I do not want to be tied up indefinitely. And I do not want to be left for God knows how long. He was with me for a couple hours. He was chugging ice-tea and lemonade so he could piss on me. I was on my floor, bound and gagged, and now covered in piss. Master pisses on my occasionally, but it is mostly on accident because he has old prostate issues. This guy was young and clearly into things like golden showers phone sex. He left me there. My daughter found me in the morning when she got up for school. Did she help me? Nope. She took pictures, laughed at me and told me I smelled like a Porta-Potty. The life of a subby whore is never boring.
Submissive Sex Made Me A P-Mommy!

I know it was submissive sex that led me down the path of becoming a p-mommy who whores out her precious daughters. I knew the first time I was dominated by a real master that I would give anything I had to feel the sweet release of submission. That moment was so pivotal in my journey to becoming a hopeless bondage whore because I had no thoughts of motherhood in my head… I never thought I’d end up tied up on my bed watching my oldest daughter get her underaged cunt stuffed full of cock. She was right across the foot of my bed getting used like a fuck toy for master and all I can do I watch. My cunt was dripping into my panties because master was watching me, he looked me right in my eyes while he made my daughter a submissive whore, just like me…
Submissive whore like me need to be played with
Today I, a submissive whore, couldn’t recognize a cock that was already inside of me. Normally as I get used, even if it’s dark and I’m waking up to it by the feel, the size, the speed it’s moving. Not today though, today was a different new cock and I loved not knowing. I loved that someone just got tired of my short little skirt and decided to do something about it. I came so hard my entire body spasmed as I realized the monster inside of me was totally unrecognizable to my poor abused little pussy stretching around it. Maybe it was a habit but I found myself grabbing my ankles and staring at my thong that had been ripped off and thrown on the ground. A stranger was using me for their pleasure and all I could think was that I was grateful for the surprise, for the welcome waves of pleasure washing over me. All I wanted in that moment was to milk that fat cock dry, to be as pleasurable for him as I could be. To make him cum a half dozen times inside of me. I am a free-use whore and I have always been proud of it. However, I rarely enjoy it half as much as when a stranger uses me for the first time, as I’m made a man’s toy and he chooses when and how to play with me.

















