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Bondage Whore Jacqueline Gives It All To Her Master

Bondage whoreBondage whore is what I identify as. And I love it! As I stand before you, bound and gagged, my heart races with anticipation. The ropes that bind me are tight against my skin, digging into my flesh as they hold me in place. My body is covered head to toe in black latex, leaving nothing to the imagination. Fishnet stockings cover my legs, adding a delicate yet provocative touch to the ensemble.

You approach me from behind, your hard cock already pressing against the seam of my panties. Without warning, you tear through the fabric like it’s nothing and thrust yourself deep inside me. I let out a muffled moan around the ball gag in my mouth as you begin to pound away at my tight little hole.

The sensation of being taken so roughly from behind is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. Every time you pull out only to slam back in again, it feels like I’m being split apart at the seams. But despite myself, I can’t help but arch my back towards you in search of more pleasure… or maybe just relief from this intense sensation coursing through every fiber of my being right now?

As our rhythm picks up pace and intensity increases tenfold ,I feel myself getting closer…closer still until finally -with one powerful thrust-you send me over edge into an orgasmic release unlike any other before it .My body shudders uncontrollably under yours while hot sticky cum fills every crevice within reach.

As the waves of pleasure wash over me, I can feel your cock throbbing inside my pussy as you reach your own climax. The feeling is indescribable – being completely at your mercy like this…it’s both exhilarating and humiliating all at once. But somehow it feels right too; almost natural in this twisted sort of way that we share together now .

As our passion subsides ,you slowly withdraw from deep within me leaving behind a trail of stickiness between us .You untie some ropes but keep others tightly bound around wrists & ankles so i remain restrained for later use if needed.. You lean down close to whisper into ear “That was just round one sweetheart” before walking away with smirk on face knowing full well what he has planned next for his captive audience member who cannot resist him no matter how hard she tries

Erotic BDSM Stories Donatella Lets You Take the Lead Tonight

Erotic BDSM StoriesTonight, I’m all yours, completely at your mercy. The silk of my lingerie clings to my curves, teasing every inch of my body, while I kneel at your feet, waiting for your command. My pulse races just thinking about how good it feels to surrender, to give you full control, and I shiver with anticipation under your gaze.

I’ve read so many Erotic BDSM Stories, but nothing compares to the thrill of feeling your hands on me, guiding me, testing me. You’ll discover exactly how obedient I can be, how desperate I am to please you, and how far I’ll go to earn your approval. Every whisper, every flick of the wrist, every gentle tug of the restraints excites me beyond words. I’m trembling just imagining your eyes tracing the lines of my body as I follow your instructions without hesitation.

My hands rest softly in my lap, but I’m ready to obey instantly. If you tell me to crawl, I’ll crawl. If you tell me to kneel, I’ll sink to the floor, eager for your touch. There’s nothing I crave more than the sound of your voice telling me what to do, the authority in your tone making me melt with every order. I live to serve, to submit, and tonight, I’m offering myself completely, no holds barred.

You’ll love the way I respond to the smallest gestures, how I arch my back to entice you, how I let out soft, eager moans when you give me attention. I want to feel your power and strength, your hands exploring me as I surrender willingly. Every inch of me is ready for your pleasure, and I’ll do everything I can to ensure you’re satisfied. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my body trembling with excitement at the thought of being commanded by someone as dominant and handsome as you.

I’m dressed for you, but it’s not just my lingerie that’s yours… it’s my mind, my body, my devotion. I ache to be tested, to be pushed to my limits, to feel the delicious sting of discipline mingled with pleasure. Your satisfaction is my obsession, and I’ll eagerly comply with every order, every whim, every desire.

Tonight, you take the lead, and I am your willing, submissive muse. I exist to obey, to entice, and to surrender. Let your imagination run wild… I’m ready for anything, eager to prove how much I adore being under your control. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered “Yes, Master” is proof that I am yours entirely, and tonight, I’ll show you just how intoxicating my submission can be. 

 

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex with Donatella Raw Late Night Talk

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex

I’m sitting on my master’s couch, deep in his mansion, legs relaxed, letting his attention settle on me. My voice stays low and real as we talk, and Extreme Fetish Phone Sex slips between us without needing a name. He’s close, focused on me in that way that feels consuming, hands warm as they rest on my thighs. I let him kiss my lips slowly, not rushed, just enough to make him linger. He’s obsessed, and I feel it in the way his touch pauses, like he’s savoring the moment.

I don’t rush or perform; I sit there confident, letting my presence do what it does. He’s drawn to me, to my skin, my tone, the way I hold myself when I know I’m wanted. I love how he enjoys me in the privacy of his home, making me feel like I’m on top of the world.  His fingers move along my thighs again, slow and deliberate, like he doesn’t want the feeling to end. I lean in, kissing him back, keeping everything grounded, steady, and unforced. He reacts to my calm confidence, to the way I let his fascination exist without feeding it chaos.

I talk softly, close to him, letting words mix with breath and silence. Nothing is forced here, no hype, just two sex addicts choosing a moment and staying in it. The chandelier fades into the background while his attention stays locked on me. I let him feel how desired he is too, because control and devotion move both ways. My voice remains steady, affectionate, never exaggerated, never distant. He listens like every word matters, like I’m something he doesn’t want to lose. I stay right there on the couch in my sexy lingerie, letting closeness build without pushing it anywhere.

The energy settles into something thick and intimate, but still calm and controlled. I remind him through tone alone that this fascination is welcome and held safely as I push his head towards my wet cunt as he forcefully opens up my legs to devour me nonstop. He exhales, hands resting, eyes fixed on me like he’s exactly where he wants to be. I stay present, letting the moment stretch naturally instead of racing it. Nothing feels staged, nothing feels rushed, just chosen.

When I finally shift, it’s slow, intentional, leaving him aware of my absence before it happens. That’s the kind of impression I leave, quiet but heavy. He stays there thinking about me, about my voice, my skin, my composure. I know exactly how that feels, and I let it sit with him. The atmosphere is built on lust, desire, and intention, nothing more and nothing less. I remain calm, confident, and fully myself, which is what keeps him wanting me even more. The memory lingers quietly, waiting to be returned to whenever the urge rises again. Until then, I stay unforgettable, composed, desired, and undeniably present in his thoughts long after the room settles.

Sexy Phone Sex Donatella Whispers Everything You Really Want

Sexy Phone SexI love when he comes over and I get to be completely his. Tonight I’m sitting on his lap, pressed close, feeling the heat between us build instantly. Sexy Phone Sex has always been our little game, teasing each other over the phone, but nothing beats feeling him here, hard and needy beneath me, while I whisper everything I know he wants to hear. My lips are right by his ear, my breath hot, my tongue flicking over the sensitive skin there, and I can tell he’s already losing control.

I tell him exactly how much I’ve been thinking about him today, how wet I am for him, how every inch of me aches to be used by him. My hands roam over his chest and shoulders, sliding down slowly to his thighs, teasing him just enough to make him groan. I grind slightly, letting my body brush against him, my whispers getting filthier as I let my voice drip with everything he’s been imagining all day. “You like the wetness of my pussy Master?” I moan while he’s fingering my tight cunt. “Fuck yea, open it wider you fucking slut” He says aggressively, as I immediately does what he orders. I can hear him moaning, and it makes me bolder, more desperate to make him lose himself in me.

He grabs my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I let my hands wander lower, pressing into him, teasing and tasting the control he has over me. I whisper about all the things I want to do for him, letting him hear just how much I love being dirty for him, how much I live to make him shiver under my touch. I feel him tremble beneath me, and it’s everything I could have imagined and more.

I press closer, letting my lips trail down his neck, whispering naughty little promises, letting my hands tease him and my body push him to the edge. Every whisper, every sigh, every wet little moan I can’t help letting out makes him harder, more desperate, and it turns me on like nothing else. I can feel his need pressing into me, and it makes me greedier, wetter, louder, until I’m moaning right into his ear about how much I want him, how much I’m his little slut tonight.

By the time I let my juicy lips linger against his skin one last time, whispering every filthy fantasy he loves to hear, I’m trembling, my body soaked with need, and he’s trembling too, completely lost. I’m dripping, desperate, aching, and ready to show him just how much I love sucking the cum out of his cock.

Submissive Slut Donatella Pleasing Every Thick Cock She Sees

Submissive SlutI can feel my master’s gaze even before he enters the room, and my body responds before my mind can catch up. I sink to my knees, trembling, my hands resting lightly on my thighs, trying to steady the racing of my heart. I whisper to myself, barely audibly, “I’m a submissive slut,” and the words taste like fire on my tongue.

He smiles at me, slow and knowing, and the way he watches me makes me ache to please him. I lower my eyes, my lips parting slightly, desperate for any acknowledgment, any sign that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. My body is already betraying me… quivering, shivering, yearning to obey every subtle command he might give.

Tonight, it’s just him and me. I feel the weight of his attention on my shoulders, the heat of his presence pressing into my skin. My master kneels before me, and I obey immediately, opening my mouth and letting him see the depth of my submission. I savor the feeling of giving myself entirely, of letting him take control without question. Each tiny movement he permits, forcing his fat cock down my throat makes my pussy throb, driving me further into devotion.

I feel small, yet it’s liberating. Being this vulnerable, this exposed, makes every shiver, every gasp, every subtle whimper mean something. I’m his to guide, to tease, to train, and I love it. The anticipation builds with every second, and I can’t help but imagine how far he’ll test my obedience. I know I’ll follow every command, no hesitation, no resistance, because it’s what I want most… to be molded, used, and completely surrendered.

My master moves me, adjusts me, watches my reactions closely. I respond instantly, my body bending to his direction, my lips and hands performing their roles without a single thought beyond his pleasure. My mind is empty, and in that emptiness, I feel whole. I am nothing but an instrument of his will, and yet I’ve never felt more alive.

Hours could pass like this, and I wouldn’t notice. I live for the way he notices every tiny shiver, every whispered breath, every desperate attempt to show him how devoted I am. When he finally steps back, I feel the weight of satisfaction… mine from obedience, his from control. I’m flushed, trembling, spent in the best possible way. And even now, kneeling at his feet, I know that I would do it all again tomorrow, and the next day, and every day after that, always ready to obey, to serve, to please, waiting on my knees begging for his cum.

Submissive Sex With Strangers On The Train

Submissive Sex

Submissive sex on the train is always the best! My submissive pussy gets so wet knowing I’m doing it in public and anyone can see. That’s why I sit next to master and start stroking his cock right before I go down on him and take his big sexy cock down my throat.  I slurp up all his yummy precum as I bob my head up and down on his fat cock and I start rubbing my wet pink pussy. I finally push my shorts down and beg him to fuck me. I love submissive sex with dominate men so much! I need that fat Dom cock inside my sweet submissive pussy so I can cum all over his cock and drown it in my sweet pussy juices. When he slides his fat cock into my wet pussy hole I grip his cock nice and tight and my wet slut hole starts milking his cock. He pounds me and makes my little titties bounce up and down as he savagely fucks me. I know he’ll make me his dirty little cum dump and I cum so hard I drown his cock in my creamy pussy juices. He fills my submissive slut hole full of creamy cum. Its so full it leaks out when he pulls his cock out. Like a good slut I suck all his cum and my pussy cream off his cock and make him cum a second time down my whore mouth.

Submissive Whore Wants Your Cum

Submissive whore

Submissive whore here for your pleasure, use me in every way, force your cock down my throat, gagging and choking on your huge fuck stick, both of my hands wrapped around that thick fucking shaft, jerking you right into my wet warm mouth.  

 

I need your fucking load in my mouth, every single sperm swimming in my belly when you shoot that huge fucking load in my thirsty cum craving mouth. 

 

We are just getting started, my tight soggy pussy wants to be fucked in the worst way, every inch of you deep in my fuck hole, stretch me out and make me your fucking cum dumpster, dumping loads and loads of your cum inside me, jizz oozing out of me as you continue to stroke this gaping hole, your fat fucking dick never gets soft, you are always hard as a brick in my fat fucking pussy. Picking me up, my legs wrapped around your waist, rock hard dick in my tight asshole, pounding me deep and fast, your tongue swirling in my mouth as you hammer my shithole, my nails clawing at your back, teeth sinking in your strong shoulder, begging you to go deeper in my shitter! Give me your dick milk deep inside my asshole. I feel your warm sticky dick snot dripping out of my once tight asshole. I just love being a cum loving whore for you Master.  Follow me on bluesky.

Submissive Whore Donatella Completely Under Total Control

Submissive Whore

I sink to my knees, trembling as he steps closer, his presence pressing into me. Bought and paid for for half a million dollars, every part of me aches to obey. I can’t think, I just follow.

“Look at me,” he says, voice low and rough. “You’re mine. My submissive whore. You belong to me.” His fingers brush my jaw, down my neck, resting briefly on my chest. Heat burns low, making me shiver.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, and I do without question. “Good girl. I want to see how wet you get for me.” He leans closer, whispering filthy instructions for me to follow, each one making my stomach twist and my chest tighten.

“Touch yourself for me,” he says, watching every move. “Do it exactly like I told you.” My body trembles under his gaze, every command driving me further, every whisper pulling me deeper.

When he reaches out to guide me, to tease me, to make me do exactly what he wants, I obey instantly. “Yes… just like that, My Nigger Slut,” he murmurs, and I melt, breathless, shaking, entirely his.



 

Submissive slut surrenders to her Master and still gets beat

Submissive slutA Submissive slut place is on her knees or bound for the Master. I am his to command, to bruise, to bleed. His piercing gaze saw through my façade, into the depths of my sick desires. I offered myself to him, a willing vessel for his kinky whims, aching to be dominated, to be broken and remade in his image.
And so he took me, claimed me as his own, his plaything to be used as he saw fit. At first, it was a pleasure, intense and overwhelming, as he explored every inch of my body, every crevice and cavity screaming for his touch. But as time passed, his needs grew darker, his desires more sadistic.
He wanted to see me bleed, to hear my sobs of pain. I was scared to bleed, but I knew my place and let him beat me black and blue. Mercilessly, he used his hands to pummel me and choke me. Tied me up and whipped me with his belt, and until the blood started dripping down my thigh. I am a lucky Submissive Whore to have a Master who will make me suffer so much.

Submissive Slut, My Beginning

Submissive SlutHow I became the submissive slut that I am, is quite simple. The answer is I wanted too, for him. For him, I would do anything. A school girl crush really, he was older and had the most erotic heir to him. He exuded sex. What made it sexier was that he had no Idea that he did. I had no business wanting my teacher so bad. It’s cliche’, but It kept my pussy wet, and I still pleasure myself and think of him often.

Sex, drugs and married men are my 3 vices.

He was a combination of the 3. I flirted with him at school ever single day. Watching My English Teacher Mr. Wolfe. It just so happened My Senior papers’ Thesis was written on “The Talk about Sex” that all our parents have with us, and he asked me to stay after so we could talk about it. I throbbed in my panties, and felt a rush of wetness gushing from m cunt. I knew had completely drenched the crotch.

Walking up to his desk, I dropped my purse, and the tiniest little baggy filled with powder fell out. I tried to grab it, but He picked it up, and slipped it into his pocket, with the hand that held his golden wedding ring. Focusing on his pocket and his hardening cock, that I couldn’t look away from. Was this happening, was he hard? This had to be wishful thinking.  I stood beside his desk waiting for everyone to leave the classroom.  My heart sank. I knew I was in trouble.

“Angel, I am very proud of the paper you wrote, you explained your side of why the talk can be interpreted in too many ways. The fact that your side argued that parents should let teenagers come to their own conclusions when it comes to fornication as long as they practice safe sex, was very well written”

Then he sighed

“What I’m not proud of however, is how you can put this Shit, in your perfectly beautiful, precious little nose. Now explain to me why you need this?”

I stammered. My Nipples getting diamond hard underneath my lacey purple bra. My Pussy throbbing, and that sinking feeling in my stomach. I couldn’t speak. He pulled my baggy from his pocket. Playing with it in his left hand. His ring Twinkled.

“Tell me why you do this to yourself?”

Finally I could respond. ” I focus better and can get more things done, and I like the way it makes me feel. I Feel sexy when I do it” I said fast, and breathy. I couldn’t believe it. Did I really just tell Mr. Wolfe that coke make me feel sexy?

He looked at me and pulled the baggy open. ” Well, Angel what would you do if I poured it out all over the floor” Without missing a beat, I said ” I would get on my knees and gather as much as I could. Maybe even snort it off the floor. IDK! I Like, no I Love it! It makes me the very best version of myself, please don’t!!!” I plead with Mr. Wolfe.

Mr. Wolfe pursed his lips, almost detesting. He walked over to the door and locked it. Then he walked back to me, dipped his fingers in the bag and pinched, and sprinkled it on the floor. My heart throttled, and sank.

” No! Please! Stop!”

Dropping my purse. I fell to my knees.

The slickest sly smile spread across his face. ” Stop it Angel!…. Now, I don’t like this at all, but you do look pretty down there on your knees. You like it so much, you’d snort it off the floor? Really now?” I shook my head yes, embarrassed. Mr. Wolfe undid his belt, and pulled his fly open, exposing his cock to me. My eyes grew wide as I watched him pinch the bag again, and sprinkle a bump right on the tip of his married cock.

My Mouth Watered. Salivation that was to full , I almost choked on it.  I didn’t know in that moment I didn’t know which I wanted more… Mr. Wolfes cock, or my fucking powder.

“Snort it off of me, show me what makes you feel sexy. Do it! ”

“Fucking Now Angel”

What happened after I snorted a bump off of my Married English teachers cock. Was years of Him Being My dominant. Meeting him in hotels and submitting my pussy, my body, my all to him. Using all of me to pleasure his cock in the best way that I could. My cunt is and always will be only his. I belong to him.