Category: S&M porn
Torture Phone Sex Is The Quickest Way To Get Me Soaked!
Torture phone sex is something I’ve always had quite a soft spot for. I love the idea of being used like a worthless little whore while I get used and abused by a hot older man and his friends. I love the marks and bruises being abused leaves behind, looking at them throughout the day literally makes my pussy drip every time I see them on my milky white skin. The red welts of love left behind after being whipped, or the deep purple bruises after I’ve been bit, a little too hard. That’s what I crave, what I spend tons of time just daydreaming about.
Would you like to come to show me what you’ve got, see if you have what it takes to really make my pussy wet and achy for you? It takes a true Dominant to really get me going. Someone who just has that Dominant air about them, the one that makes me crave them like a needy little whore.
Tonight I had an amazing phone call with a guy who actually kinda took me by surprise. At first, I didn’t think he had it in him, but them it got really dark and amazing as the call went on. He talked about pinching my nipples until they bled with vice grips, and using a car battery to shock my pussy. Now that’s fucking hot.
After that call my pussy was so wet I just had to go rub one out again, moaning like a slut while I replayed the whole conversation in my head. That’s the kinda Dominant I need, one that really leaves a lasting impression.
i will always be a submissive slut
I escaped my master, thinking I would find comfort in a doormat. I planned to leave and stop being his submissive slut he took advantage of and made his slave.
I wanted out but couldn’t see that I was forever a submissive bitch. It took me a couple of monotonous, dull days to come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. The truth is being a switch is a lie and being able to transform from one way to another is also total bs.
The pain and the humiliation I began to crave and need. Once I came back with my tail between my legs, my master made sure I knew I had hell to pay.
Of course, he fucked me up, but he also made me cum a dozen times. Leaving him for a subby man was never going to work out and was proof of my coming back.
Respect My Subspace
You have to be really careful with bondage and submission, not just for your body, but for your mind as well. You can get hurt really badly by a dom who doesn’t give a shit about you. If they aren’t careful, your momentary master can give you scars that last a lifetime. Not just physical but mental scars, too.
I’m usually pretty good at vetting the cocky pricks who want to subjugate me. Not only do I need to figure out what type of abuse they plan on putting me through, but I gotta get a sense of their respect for my sacred subspace. They can go pretty far with my body, I can take a lot of physical punishment. I love it, makes sex feel visceral and real. I haven’t been put through a single second of submission that I haven’t been able to take, as long as I have access to my subspace.
I have places I can take myself to in my mind that makes being tied up and contorted into crazy positions a cake walk. I can take a hardcore pussy pounding or butt banging while I’m wrapped up in ropes or chained to a table with no problem at all if I’m allowed to drift off to the distant recesses of my mind. I’ll be a sex slave for hours while I dwell in my mental daisy lane. They have to let me go there, though.
If there’s no break in the abusive action and I’m forced to constantly interact and do whatever the dumbass dom wants me to do every single second of our submissive sex session, I won’t be happy and I won’t be allowing them near me ever again. Relationships are about respect, S&M interactions are no different. When you dominate me, you can pretty much do what you want to do, as long as you let me do what I need to do.
I’m Master’s Throat Whore!
Now I’ve done it, I’ve upset Master so much with disobedience that he tied me to the edge of the bed and fucked my face like a pussy! Master was so upset with me when I forgot to shine his shoes that he decided to invite his friends over to torture me. He hog tied me and left me at the edge of the bed with my head hanging over, just the perfect angle for him to slide his cock down my throat over and over. Master lined up with his pals and started fucking my face brutally, I gagged and gagged but they never stopped pounding my throat. With Masters balls pressed against my forehead I felt him slap me again and again before he shot the first hot load down my throat. From that angle I had no choice but to swallow what I could and leave the rest dripping down my face as the next cock slid in my mouth. That night I was Master’s throat whore being punished with a belly full of cum!
Off To Masters Dungeon!
Master commanded me to drive to his place in my slave clothes and my mask all for the purpose of displaying my obedience! My heart was racing as I drove through the busy downtown on my way to Master’s house in broad daylight. I hoped I would get pulled over, that I would be forced to parade my ass in the street in my slave clothes but I arrived to master’s place without any trouble. When I got out of the car, he told me to kneel on the ground until he came to me, with my hands behind my head I waited. When Master finally came out, he hooked a leash on my collar and I crawled behind him into the house. He bent me over his lap and began to spank me, God, I was getting so wet, I could feel my ass turning red. He slid his finger down between my cunt lips and I was amazed at how good it felt, how gently he touched my cunny. Master said I was a good slut before he jammed his cock in me. He rode me like the worthless fuck pig that I am, I finally felt complete.
S&m porn addict
I dated an S&m porn addict. It was a complete shock to be put under that type of scrutiny. All I ever did wasn’t good enough, and it always left him feeling a surge of rage throughout his body. One day I was trying to spice things up between us. I took a little longer in the bathroom, trying lingerie and different undies. My purpose was to be the hottest slut for him. Instead, it backed fired because he grew suspicious and began knocking down the door. He didn’t even let me have e the decency to answer him. Instead, he barged into the bathroom and began to beat me bloody and use me up while I begged him not to kill me.