Category: Soft bondage

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. 

 

Light Bondage, But Heavy Anal Fucking

Light BondageLight Bondage doesn’t mean your holes are fucked easy. Eric bound me with a strap appratice. Clearly, It only cuffed my hands so I couldn’t place them together in addition my feet were attached to my hands. Think of it as being lightly hogtied. That is the position I was restrained in, just completely nude too.

I was made to get on my hands and knees. Pussy Hole and Ass Hole exposed. Whereas my titties quivered and my nipples became hard enough to cut glass. The straps tightened against my body. His hands all over my body rubbing slowly. I felt the years of hard work in his manly calloused hands.

I was about to be used, as a hole to fuck

The next thing I felt was his warm taught tongue, driving deep into my pussy hole, and running straight up the crack of my ass. The anticipation of waiting to see exactly what he as going to do was making my twat moist.  Obviously drenched. He made sure both of my holes were wet. I ooohed and ahhhed as he licked at me. Eating my holes from the back was bringing my orgasm closer and closer, then. ..

Nothing

I was no longer being touched. No longer being eaten. It was nothing but silence.

Then, out of nowhere. I feel a hard thick cock being rammed up into my asshole. No mercy. He was assaulting my asshole, forcing it open. Using me to please his cock. I was not in control. In fact, I was losing control, of my own body. Again, his touch ripped away, and the, without warning  his dick entered  my pussy. Fucking hard, fast and direct. My release was mounting. Just as I felt myself giving in and coming undone.

I was going to explode… here.. here it was.

His cock ripped away and plunged deep and hard into my ass. I was cumming, while he fucked my ass, so hard and rough. I felt him begin to swell. My sore and burning back door would be the flesh pocket for his sperm. He drove deep and I felt his balls pulse and give way as he filled me full.

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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 Sex Chat with Donatella Craving Controlled Desire

Submissive Sex ChatThe moment I hear his voice, my body melts before my mind even registers it. Submissive Sex Chat with him isn’t just words; it’s a current that pulls me under, leaving me shaking with anticipation. I feel my heartbeat spike as he reminds me to kneel, to focus, to listen, every instruction laced with control and promise. “Good girl,” he whispers, and it’s enough to make my knees wobble with longing.

I obey instantly, every movement precise because I want him to see that I crave his dominance. He guides me slowly, firmly touching my big titties, deliberately while slowly fingering my wet yummy pussy, telling me how to place my hands, how to arch my back, and how to respond. His voice is firm but teasing, each command dripping with desire, and I feel myself heating under the weight of his attention. “Touch yourself for me,” he orders, and I shiver at the permission, the command, the need to please him perfectly.

Soft whispers and sharp instructions mix together, creating a rhythm I can’t escape. I love the way he notices every shiver, every breath I take, every tiny twitch of need. His control makes me desperate, stretching my limits in ways I didn’t know I wanted. I moan softly, careful to match the pace he sets, to stay within the boundaries he draws. Every correction from him is electric, reminding me exactly who is in charge and why I crave it so deeply.

“Eyes on me,” he says, and I obey instantly, feeling the tug of power in my chest. My entire being narrows into focus on him alone. Each command, each teasing order, heightens my craving, makes me ache with anticipation, makes me tremble with submission. I feel exposed and cherished all at once, every nerve alert, every sense alive, tuned only to his voice, his pleasure, his approval.

By the time he finally lets me relax, my body is trembling, flushed, and humming with satisfaction. I crave more, even as I catch my breath, even as I feel the burn of obedience lingering through my muscles. He has guided me exactly where he wanted, controlling every pulse of desire, shaping every moment of pleasure. I am his, fully surrendered, completely addicted to the thrill of being molded by him. The intensity of his dominance leaves me dizzy and weak, and I would follow every command forever, if he only asked.

Bondage and Submission Donatella Craves Control Midnight Now

Bondage and SubmissionThe moment I see the ropes, my pulse quickens, and I can’t help but shiver. Everything about being wrapped tight, restrained, and completely at someone else’s mercy makes my skin come alive. This isn’t fear… it’s craving. I want the surrender, the helplessness, the delicious tension in every bind. Bondage and Submission isn’t just a game to me… it’s a need, a rush, a way to feel every inch of myself while giving control away.

I kneel, waiting, my wrists and ankles already aching from anticipation. The rope bites gently, holding me close, reminding me I belong here, that every tiny move must be guided by their hand. My body arches instinctively as the cord presses just right, holding me, shaping me, claiming me. I’m not shy about it… I love the tightness, the way it forces me to focus only on them, only on my obedience.

“Look at you,” a voice yells above me, sharp and commanding. “Every move perfect, every shiver earned.” I tilt my head, biting my lip, knowing I’ve done nothing yet and already they are in control. I follow instructions instantly, small movements guided by whispered commands, my mind sharpening on the edge of pleasure and discipline. Every shift, every motion is met with approval… or correction, and I crave both.

They circle me, hands never touching, just presence commanding. I imagine them adjusting ropes, tightening knots, or guiding my chest and hips to the perfect position. The anticipation makes me moan quietly, a soft sound I can’t help, and I feel the thrill of being watched so intently, controlled so completely. Each command pulls me further, and I obey willingly, eagerly, desperate to please.

I imagine the night stretching on… my body bound, every inch mapped, every gesture scrutinized and guided. My senses heighten, every touch imagined more intense, every whispered order more intoxicating. I am caught between wanting to move and needing to remain still, craving freedom while loving restraint.

And when they finally say, “Rest, now,” I let myself melt into the ropes, utterly spent, utterly satisfied, and utterly devoted. Every tug, every binding, every whispered order confirms it: my body, my mind, my pleasure… they are theirs.

 I crave being choked tightly to where I can barely breathe, with him deeply looking into my soul. I live for this, and at midnight, wrapped and bound, I surrender completely, letting the ropes guide every shiver, every move, every desire…

Bare bottom spankings leaving my ass all red for holidays

Bare bottom spankings

Bare bottom spankings with handprints and marks all over. That is my favorite. I love begging to get spanked so hard I can’t even sit the next day. Especially when it’s all bruised up by the master’s and his big, strong men’s hands.

He takes my little neck and squeezes it in his hands, knowing I choke so fast in his grip. Begging him, maste, please, but being yanked right to a big hard dick tthat’sready for my fuck holes. Master loves tossing me around with his big dick friends. And I’ll do anything I can to drain every last drop of cum from their throbbing, hard fucking dicks.

It’s so sexy when I am tied up all the way. Unable to run, squirm, or move. My slutty cum bucket body has to stay where it is and take loads of sticky jizz juice. As deep as it can go! I want it to feel it coating the insides of my sloppy, stretched womb. With all the big strong men surrounding me and forcing me to take more than one cock in each hole.

Before I knew it, every hole had been stretched more than I’ve ever seen it. A new personal record! Stretched enough I can hold my holes open for you to cum in.

Bondage Whore Tied and Used at His Will

Bondage WhoreA Bondage whore has purpose. That purpose is to fulfill every single solitary desire of her Dom. Stripped completely naked and teased. My Nipples were hard as rocks and My cunt was oozy wet. After taking my clothes off and kissing me so sweetly. He playfully slipped bondage rope around my wrists and ankles. Tying me spread eagle. I was hot and bothered and ready to be fucked. Instead…

 I was Tied and left for hours while My Dommy Daddy played his play station just feet away.

He kept Barking trigger words while Talking to the boys. My Pussy throbbed, and then I got Whiny. That’s when he paused the game, and told the boys to hold on a second He had to tend to something. He walked up to me, and place the hot pink ball gag in my mouth. As he was strapping the belt to it, He leaned into my ear and he said ” If you can’t learn to be quiet, I’ll shove your dirty panties in there as well” While Lightly slapping my face.

Then His fingers tweaked my nipples, pinching and pulling slightly. He let his fingers slide down over my tummy. My twat ached for him. Daddy finger walked right to my sticky little pussy. Roughly he used his hand to rub me, shoving his thick finger in between my click pussy lips and stroking my clit vigorously. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he licked my pussy from them, and then spit in his hand, and plunged his fingers deep inside me.

” Are you going to be a good girl?”

Finger fucking me hard and fast and almost bringing me to climax. Then, he backed off. Leaving me with that desperation of needing to be fucked, wanting , yearning. I needed him to fuck me, and he knew I wanted his cock inside me. My pussy was wet and swollen with wanting as he walked back to his gaming chair.

“Be a good girl Angel, and you might get what you want”

 

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Cock Worshiping Ryan’s BBC Almost Smothered Me

cock worshipingSometimes this slave gets lucky and enjoys cock worshiping with a big black anaconda. Now I know I’m naughty, and I should never cheat on my master like that. But in my defense, Ryan’s black cock appeared massive. And I’ve never been lucky enough to enjoy such a big fat piece of dark meat in my slave holes before. So, when I saw the outline in his jeans, I knew what I needed to do.

I brought Ryan home with me. I slipped on a pair of black stockings and high heels for his viewing pleasure. But the real pleasure belonged to me. My master cannot compare to Ryan’s massive cock. Most days my master requires a little blue pill to even get hard, but Ryan’s cock appeared hard at hello. Master would never need to know.

I fell to my knees and begged Ryan to allow me to suck his beautiful black cock. He dick slapped me a few times. And he even smeared his balls all over my face. But I just begged for more like a good submissive whore. I masturbated my pussy while I swallowed his trouser snake. And for a moment, I thought I might pass out because his balls pressed up against my nose, blocking my breathing. But I remember thinking to myself if I suffocate what a way to go.

Sometimes, This Slave Gets Lucky and Finds a Massive Anaconda to Worship

Ryan ate my pussy too, which surprised me. As a submissive slave, most men never care about my sexual pleasure. But Ryan told me you must lick it before you stick it. Because of him, I required no extra lubrication because his tongue gushed my pussy. But I think sucking his cock drenched me first. When he finally fucked me, I felt like I might be possessed. Nothing that big ever entered my pussy before. And I’ve been fucked from everything from cocks to wine bottles.

Ryan possesses massive skills. He made me squirt on his cock. I don’t think I ever squirted on anything. In fact, I did not know I could squirt. We fucked for hours. And now Ryan owns me with his big black anaconda. But we can’t tell my master that. I acted like a bad slave. And I cheated. But in my defense, how could I say no to such a massive fucking cock. Now Ryan owns a sexy MILF Phone sex slave. And he knows I will always put on black stockings, fall to my knees and worship his big black anaconda whenever he snaps his fingers

Spanking Phone Sex Fantasy Watching Donatella Submit Fully

Spanking Phone Sex

Spanking Phone Sex hits the moment your message comes through, and it doesn’t feel sweet. It feels demanding. I don’t get comfort from it. I get pressure. I get heat crawling under my skin because I know you expect obedience, not hesitation.

I don’t need reassurance. I need direction. When you tell me what to do, there’s no warmth in it, just authority. I follow because I want to be stripped down to nothing but response. No excuses. No independence. Just reaction.

I like the way control makes me smaller. Quieter. Sharper. Every instruction reminds me that my role is to comply, not to think. I crave that edge where my pride dissolves and all that’s left is need. Your words press down on me, keep me in line, keep me aware of every mistake I could make.

I don’t want tenderness. I want intensity. I want to feel watched, evaluated, corrected. The tension sits heavy in my chest, and I don’t try to escape it. I lean into it. I want to be tested. I want to earn approval by doing exactly what I’m told.

By the end of the day, I’m wound tight, alert, hungry for the next command. There’s no romance in it. Just desire sharpened into submission. I don’t ask for more. I wait for it.

Submissive phone sex Tramp Gracie Needs a Pounding!

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Bring a submissive phone sex tramp is all I ever want to be!

Anything I need comes second to being tied up and fucked mercilessly by you, Daddy. 

Fuck me. Hard. I need it.
I am just a cock-hungry whore who needs a good pounding. 

Something about the way you know how to make me beg for your dick makes me crave you. 

You know how to fuck me like I’m just a special glory hole just for you! 

I am a cum-drunk slut, who only wants to suck you dry and drink you up. 

For breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I only want your cock. 

I could see your cock get hard, thick and veiny, pointing right at me like it owned me.

I love being under you like this, helpless and spread open, fucking me like the good little slut I am. 

I love it when you fuck me like that. Use me anytime

I am your good girl, your submissive slut, letting you wreck my hole however you want.