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Light Bondage

Light Bondage

I love sitting at work thinking about the rope work I have had done in the past. I am into mild to extreme. But, lately my focus has been on the lighter stuff. I love the smell and feel of the rope, when that comes out that means I am about to be owned and I am very, very good at being owned. I am one of the most obedient subs you could meet and enjoy. I love being gagged and told to lay down after I have been roped. I love meeting new strange doms online, it makes it more of a thrill. Isn’t there anyone out there that can help fulfill my desire? I would think men would love to be in control of a bitch.

What It Took To Break Me

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Training me as your slave wasn’t as easy as you had expected. It took weeks of humiliation, force fucking and sleep deprivation. You brought home to live in your “toy box” and upon realizing that I wasn’t naturally as submissive as the job would require you began immediately breaking my spirit and turning me into your ideal submissive. I wont lie, there were times where I wanted to quit. Like when you would make me eat mine and your scat. You putting me into the shackles and leathers was a great way to really make sure I felt like a sex slave for you. I couldn’t deny the fact that you were going to break me no matter what. I slowly started to give in and that’s when we started to finally have fun. You bringing your friends and their furry friends over to force fuck me while you made videos is absolutely what pushed me over the edge. I knew there was no turning back now and that you would do what ever it took to put me in my proper place as your bondage slut. Now I don’t question you at all. I worship your cock every day and I am thankful for my bowl full of scatty goodness when I receive it. I know now exactly where my place is: at your feet and dressed in leather, chain around my neck and happy to please.

The mentality of a submissive whore

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Taking the good with the bad is all part of life right? *When I’m Not Allowed* Well a submissive whore doesn’t have much of a choice in mind. Subservience is not for the weak of mind. It takes a lot of inner strength to understand your place in life. My Master makes me feel content thru his use of me. He disciplines me when I need it and comforts me when I’m down. Most of all, he makes me feel sexy and used, just how I am supposed to be. Position one, kneeling, and tits out, hands-on thighs Sir. I love my collar, it will compliment my tits while you bind them, clamp them or just use them. My pussy is yours as you desire. Shaved and always ready for your use Sir. I am your slave.

Yes, Sir, I am Your slave…

Submissive Sex with My Son

submissive sexSubmissive sex is the only sex I have as a whore. I am the bottom, always. My son was in a foul mood this weekend. He shows signs of his daddy more and more everyday. But this weekend, the mean son of a bitch came out. I found out he has been selling weed for money. I confronted him. My Master and my boss, the reason we have a roof over our heads, is a lawyer. If my son got busted, I would lose my job. Master would cut ties with me, cut me off financially. I laid into him about what he was jeopardizing.  He smacked me. Made it clear he didn’t give a rat’s ass about me. He is 18. He doesn’t need me or our house. I tried to reason with him some more and he punched me in the face so hard, I passed out. I woke up naked, chained to the bed with my son force fucking my ass. He had his hands around my throat choking me too. I was clearly his bitch. My son let me know he didn’t care what I did at work, but when I was home, under his roof, I would answer to him only. He sounded just like his father 20 years ago. My son doesn’t really know his dad, but with every hard thrust in my ass, he made it clear that he was his father’s son. He fucked me for a few hours. I’d pass out from his hands choking me, then wake back up being fucked like a rag doll. He came finally, but left me there chained to the bed, bloody, bruised and battered. Covered in cum too. I guess I have two masters now. Maybe I need a third master. Think you are up for the job?

BDSM Not just for Men

BDSM phone sexDomme called me up the other day and told me she wants to use me for a session. I was all for it and even my clit and nipples agreed, let the throbbing begin. Unfortunately, it was going to be a few hours and I had asked permission from her to masturbate to cum before she was coming over. I got a “No” of course so I suffered from a wet throbbing pussy for a while. When she arrived she got right down to it. She threw off her long coat and showed her strapon, her cane and the gag for me. She immediately put me into the “expose” position, gagged me. She wasted no time in snapping that cane across my tits and hitting a nipple, sending shivers down to my clit. She pushed my face to the floor, mounted me from behind and fucked my pussy with her strap-on until she started to cum. She sat me back up, removed the gag, put her coat on and left. I sat there for a moment and thought that had never happened before. It got me wondering, is my Domme a dude? Now what, I’m sitting here horny and not sure what to do. I need a Master’s guidance. BDSM just for men? Well, maybe it shouldn’t be with this horseshit happening. Why couldn’t I cum? Going to bed mad and horny.

My Parents Sold Me

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Daddy & Mommy were tired of feeding me so they allowed you to buy me from them. I knew I was in big trouble
when I walked in the door and you already had all your bondage accessories out. You immediately put a collar around
my neck and added the leash. You walked your new pet around it’s new home. Pointing out where my food and water bowls
were. Where my cage I would sleep in each night was. Showing me the large tupperware containers where I am to now
relieve myself. You want to save every drop of my urine and solid waste for scat play in the future.
You lay down your list of rules as my new master which seem simple, basically just whatever you say goes and no
objecting. You then decide to break me in by tying me to the bondage cross in your bedroom and fucking all of my holes
while only a camera watches. You tell me I’m going to be a movie star now. I guess that means you’re going to make even
more money off of me than mommy and daddy even ever did.

 

 

 

Shitty Family Meal

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Mom and dad have been feeding me nothing but human waste for weeks now. I don’t even remember what
real food tastes like but it’s so important to me that their submissive whore training program
goes off without a snag that I can only comply. They are just making sure I can be the best
human toilet bitch. Also I have to consider how much money mommy and daddy make off me.
They have started inviting tons of new guys over to help keep me fed. Even designed this crazy
chair with a hole in the middle, right where your ass goes. They tie me up under it and order
that I keep my mouth wide open while you and other men drop ooey gooey shit right into my
mouth like a baby bird. How am I going to wash it down? You had the best idea- buckets of piss
and only cum for dessert. I hope mom and dad never change their minds about this program.
I love being a tool for desire. What do you think mommy and daddy should try next?

A little Tied Up At The Moment

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I am worthless piece of shit submissive whore who only lives to be treated like a object. I love being kept busy- all tied up that is! The way those ropes feel against my skin, completely triggering all those memories of growing up as a target of objectification. I don’t know any other way to be than submissive. Laying back and taking it, even though my eyes are begging you to stop, is just the way my life was meant to be. Punch me in my pussy- tenderize that cunt. Bend me over and force fuck my asshole till it bleeds. Spank and slap the bottoms of my feet until they are purple. I am your human punching bag sex doll who cannot stop you even if she wanted to. Make me wish I had never been born. I am your toy now.

Hogtied and Abducted

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I woke up hogtied with a ball gag in my mouth. No amount of struggling seemed to loosen the ropes. I looked around at my surroundings, but I didn’t recognize anything. I had no clue where I was or who had taken me. I didn’t even know if anyone knew I had been taken! The bedroom door opened and the man who had abducted me walked in. He stared at me with hungry eyes and a crazy smile. Holding a video camera and tripod, he set it up in the corner of the room. My shirt was then pulled up so he could squeeze my perky tit. He started out massaging it, but his grip gradually became firmer until he was squeezing it so hard, I thought my boob would pop! Twisting my nipple, he smiled at my pain. I groaned in agony as he twisted harder and harder. He spanked me repeatedly until my ass felt like it was on fire. After what seemed like an eternity of torture, he said if I didn’t scream or run, and that I agreed to love him, he would untie me so I could be his good whore. I shook my head, unable to say anything with the gag still in my mouth. As promised, my restraints and ball gag were removed. Now, he said, as long as I behave and love him, I could stay loose. I let him use my body for his pleasure. I was his perfect little whore, bending into any position he desired. He fucked me until I was too sore to sit up straight and I was oozing cum from every hole. He was my owner now.

Slave Training for the Workplace

Slave trainingThey walked into the office, and I knew I was in trouble. They were 2 of Master’s friends, and I knew well enough that when they came around, Master wasn’t going to be far behind. I thought about trying to get up and run, but I knew that would only make matters worse. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve punishment, but for Master to send them by my job, even so close to the end of the day, meant it was bad. They bound me to the chair I was seated in, and then proceeded to slowly cut my clothes off, shirt, then bra, then skirt. They left my panties whole, and I wondered if that was at Master’s bidding. When Master walked in, the scowl on his face told me I’d done fucked up. His crop was in his right hand, and I even noticed that it wasn’t his favorite crop – it was the well-worn, well-used crop that he liked to punish his slaves with. He didn’t just walk over to me, either. He walked to my boss’s office, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of them talking behind that door, they both walked out. The humiliation of my boss seeing me all but naked compounded the situation. Master explained that my boss had called the house and left a voicemail with a complaint about my forgetting something when I had left the day before. It was important, and I’d apologized to my boss when he’d approached me about it this morning. I sat there and looked directly at Master’s feet, knowing anything else was unacceptable. He took that crop and swung it, hitting me across the shoulders. He smacked each breast, the inside and outside of each thigh, and right across my tummy. I was welted everywhere. I knew I’d never do that again…