I’m a submissive whore. I fuck anyone my Master tells me to fuck. His friends come to our home and they pass me around like a party favor. I’m on my knees so much that I have calluses. My master stands there watching me take two cocks at a time. It turns him on to see me double penetrated. He likes to see wide gaping holes where tight holes use to be. I can see out the corner of my eye that my Master has a huge erection. I fuck guy after guy until both pairs of lips are swollen and sore. But even then I can’t stop until Master says I can stop. He controls my mind and body. I’m here on this earth to make him happy. If he tells me to fuck 20 men in one night, then I’ll fuck 20 men in one night. I’ll never tell Master “no”. I’m his sex slave and I’ll be his sex slave for the rest of my life.
Category: Sexy bondage
Submissive Whore Drinks Up A Cup Of Cum
I’m a cum eating submissive whore. I’ll admit it proudly. I love drinking up every last drop of that creamy goodness. I remember the time I was tied up and forced to drink a cup full of cum. My Master asked me to come to his house that night and when I arrived I immediately knew he had big plans for his submissive slut. There were ten guys there and when I walked in I could see them all appraising me with their eyes like I was livestock for sale.
Before I knew it, they had me bound up with my hands behind my back. My Master ordered me to my knees. All the men started removing their clothes and stroking their cocks, getting them hard. Master told me to open my mouth and said that I was not to close it for the rest of the night. One by one they each took their turn fucking my face until they were satisfied. None of them came in my mouth though. Each would get his fill of my fuck hole and then jerk his cock off into a cup that my Master had placed on the table.
By the end, my jaw was so sore from being left open I was crying from the discomfort. My Master was the last to go and when he was done, he closed my jaw for me and said that I had been a good submissive whore for him tonight. He untied me and handed the cup that was now full to the top. He ordered me to drink every last drop and I did as I was told. All their eyes were on me while I guzzled down their loads of cum.
My Son Makes Me His Bondage Whore Again
Being a sexy MILF bondage whore is just a way of life for me. I first let my son tie me up and have his way with me when he was just a teen. Now I let men make me their bondage whore on a regular occasion. I just love being tied up and fucked roughly, it makes me feel like such a good submissive slut. The last time I saw my son he put the restraints on and started fucking my face with his cock. He was so forceful and rough with me, I was choking on him. I almost threw up from him slamming his dick down my throat, while I sat there helpless and tied up. My son didn’t care about my comfort. He also didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe while I gagged on his cock. He just kept forcing his entire cock into my throat, tears rolling down my cheeks, and my tits covered in drool. When he came, he shoved his cock as far down my throat as he could. My lips touched him while his cock throbbed on my tongue and his cum filled my mouth and throat. When he finished shooting his creamy load into me, he stood back and start stroking his still hard cock. He told me he was going to make me his filthy MILF bondage whore and gave me a warm golden shower. His piss sprayed all over my face and body and I was helpless to move. My son left me there covered in his piss and the taste of his cum on my tongue.
Submissive Sex Slave
Master controls everything I say and do. I’m his submissive slut, his play toy, and his sex slave. I’m not allowed to wearing clothing the only thing that I wear is the leash and collar around my neck. He takes a shit and it’s my job to wipe his ass with my tongue. I’m not allowed to ask questions or talk back. When he has guests over he passes me around like a party favor. I have scars on my knees because I’m on my knees sucking cock for hours at a time. My purpose in life is to be used and abused. Master loves to cause me pain and make me cry because he loves the taste of my tears. I’m only allowed to speak when spoken to, and if I break his rules that’s an automatic reason for punishment. He’ll hang me against the wall with my hands above my head and my legs spread and whip me with a leather belt. I love and respect Master and I’ll always be his submissive slut.
Please Hurt Me
My hands are tied roughly behind my back. The rope is scratching against my sweating skin. My legs tied up together attached to chain hanging down. I watch a part of me growing impatient as he plays with his instruments now paying me no mind. The bastard is humming, making me grow more annoyed…and anxious. Finally in what felt like forever he turns around coming closer with nothing but a rag in hand. He looms over me pulling my head up by my hair.
He whispers “Hush” and he stuffs the rag into my mouth. Goosebumps cover my body and I shake in anticipation. He knows I won’t go anywhere. He shoves my face back down
before walking away. I almost want to make a noise just to make him angry.