It was a bondage and submission weekend for this old whore. Master let one of his old college friends have me for the weekend. I knew this would not be good. Phil is a brutal man. He knows master’s rules, but he never follows them. He has a bunch of slaves. He likes us to play slave games together. The first game, he bound and tied all of us. We had to try to escape. The last one to escape would have to eat his shit. I was the oldest slave there, but those other slaves had nothing on me. I may not be young, but I have been a slave longer than any of his slaves have been alive. I was the first one out of the ropes. I got to watch as one of Phil’s slaves had to eat his shit. My master may make me drink his piss sometimes, but he never makes me eat his shit thankfully. The second game was prostate milking. I knew this was one I could win easily again. I must drain master’s old balls manually a few times a week. Phil thought none of us knew how to drain him thoroughly. I was the star of the Submissive Games yet again. I found Phil’s prostate in less than 3 minutes. I made him shoot his jizz all over his slaves. I tried not to get cocky, but I was showing up his younger slaves. Phil was getting angered that his slaves were losing to me. The third game, I did not win. I did not lose either. I came in second, so I was spared the sex machine in and out of my asshole at warp speed. The third game was swallowing Phil’s cum without grimacing or gagging. Talk about some nasty tasting spunk. He ate a bunch of wheat germ and asparagus to make his old spunk extra funky. I did my best, but I gagged once. Just once luckily, or I would have been sodomized for an hour by a sex machine going 60 miles an hour. I did my best to not lose a single challenge, and I did not. My master was happy to hear that I showed up Phil’s slaves because I guess the reason that he lent him his submissive whore was for that very reason.
Category: Soft bondage
Bondage and Submission Games I Never Lose At Playing
Wearing my leash at the park was fun
Light bondage is what me and Master Daddy enjoy, but today we decided to take a walk in the park. Master Daddy is slave training me so I had my cute pink collar and leash on today. As I strutted along next to my master he gave me instructions to take my shirt off and expose my chocolate tits to joggers nearby. I did as I was told knowing that Submissive sex would follow as my reward for such whorish behavior. I truly love the looks we get when Master Daddy and I play in public places, I get so turned on he has to remind me not to go to far. I couldn’t care less who sees me submit to Master Daddy, I am his eternal sex slave.
Soft bondage gets me over the edge just like any hard dick
Strapped down with a brush slipping over my tits and teasing me until I’m a discomforted mess, I knew I couldn’t ask for anything different than soft bondage. I risk everything every day, and every dangerous moment or breath I give to someone else makes it all feel worth it. I take great bliss in the uncomfortable, in being teased and used. I feel amazing when I can barely breathe and my every nerve is singing at me. I need to be used and somehow this guy knew exactly what he had to do to get me down on the table with straps tied up all over me. My legs spread, my juices leaking onto the table with every tease, my naked body the showpiece for him and his friends. He’s got others staring at me, using me, appeasing their own whims while pushing me past boundaries I didn’t know I had. Too bad those boundaries will be gone by the time they’re done using their submissive whore, just a memory of a stuck-up girl I didn’t know I was. I’m always pushing further, growing more into myself and becoming kinkier. Every day is another step into a taboo-less valley of urges and desires met at every turn. I’m grateful for the experience, even if every touch and tease and abuse brings me just a little further from my husband. I used to be such a nice and cute girl, a wallflower without the slightest idea what this kind of world was like. Maybe that’s why I got addicted so fast, why my urges exploded and the next thing I knew my pussy was my main attraction and my pretty fast was no longer important. Fuck, I need this, I need to be treated like the whore I really am. It makes me feel so real and in the moment to be tortured, even if just a little. I can’t get anything like this with my normal husband, even if I wish he’d change his ways and realize what a submissive slut like me needs.
Dad Uses BDSM to Dominate Daughter
I like hardcore fucking in soft, fluffy handcuffs. I don’t care what is done to me as long as I have those handcuffs on me. The first person who fucked me like this was my father. He was a kinky motherfucker who loved to make me his bitch. Since I was a teen, he got me hooked on BDSM and worshiping him as my Master. He fucked me into submission every night, putting me in these fluffy, pink handcuffs that he got from the sex store. He whipped me, choked me and even tried to waterboard me with his piss. It got to the point that he could control me at any time. I didn’t even try to tell my Mom about what we were doing (not that she would be able to believe her daughter could be such a nasty whore). When he wanted me, he could get me with the snap of his finger, putting me in those pink handcuffs that I always loved.
Cum slut phone sex whores lure you in to take advantage of them
I knew he was there well before he even knew what he was doing. My allure drawing him into my room well into the night to take advantage of my cum slut phone sex body. I’d left my door slightly ajar, so that his big dick would draw him in like a sniffer might great food. I’d slept nude, my blanket slightly off of me so I showed off in just the right way. He’d started feeling my tits, really squeezing them in his palms and rolling them with his wrists. I had to hold back a giggle at knowing I’d had him in my trap. He was mine, always had been, and now I knew I’d get everything I wanted out of him. He’d climbed up onto the bed to straddle my soft waist before long. He couldn’t help himself much when he looked at my luscious body laid out for him like I was, ready to be abused to light bondage. He’d released himself and was rubbing his big cock against my hard nipples with relish, playing with them while trying to figure out exactly what cute move he’d do next with free reign and access to one of his favorite girls in the whole world. I was so vulnerable it made me a soaked mess aching for dick deep and ready to go off at a moment’s notice. I had to hold back from reaching up, grabbing his hair, and pulling him in for a kiss. I had to lay there and let him begin to fuck my massive tits instead, a dangerous game working itself out right on top of me. His every buck came with a groan, his balls slapping against my bouncing titties. I’d have his cum soon. I’d drag it from his youthful body and take it in until I was more than satisfied, my rape phone sex fantasies would get their fill.
Submissive whore like me need to be played with
Today I, a submissive whore, couldn’t recognize a cock that was already inside of me. Normally as I get used, even if it’s dark and I’m waking up to it by the feel, the size, the speed it’s moving. Not today though, today was a different new cock and I loved not knowing. I loved that someone just got tired of my short little skirt and decided to do something about it. I came so hard my entire body spasmed as I realized the monster inside of me was totally unrecognizable to my poor abused little pussy stretching around it. Maybe it was a habit but I found myself grabbing my ankles and staring at my thong that had been ripped off and thrown on the ground. A stranger was using me for their pleasure and all I could think was that I was grateful for the surprise, for the welcome waves of pleasure washing over me. All I wanted in that moment was to milk that fat cock dry, to be as pleasurable for him as I could be. To make him cum a half dozen times inside of me. I am a free-use whore and I have always been proud of it. However, I rarely enjoy it half as much as when a stranger uses me for the first time, as I’m made a man’s toy and he chooses when and how to play with me.














