Submissive whore mommy Jessica is patiently waiting for Daddy to get home. I’ve been a naughty slut and word got back to Daddy that I was sucking dick without his permission. I know that I’m going to be punished when he gets home and I have to admit that although it turns me on, it’s so humiliating when he punishes me. It’s embarrassing when he bends me over his knee and spanks me like I’m a little girl. I try not to let Daddy see me crying but the sting of his hand across my bare ass brings tears to my eyes with every strike. He knows that and he makes sure that I can feel how powerful and strong he is through his blows across my ass. He keeps me on the verge of tears but brings me right back by rubbing my little pussy and teasing me. It’s humiliating when he makes me stand in the corner with my back to him after he spanks me. He strokes his big, hard cock and comments on the bright red hand prints across my skin. He always asks if I’ve learned my lesson yet and the answer is always “yes sir” even though we both know that he’ll have to continue to punish me the entire time that he owns me. This time, Daddy knew that a spanking was just the start of the punishment that I deserved. He stood me in the corner after he spanked me and scolded me for a while. Then, he made me bend over and grab my ankles. I thought that he would just beat my ass with his thick, leather belt like he usually does but instead, he shoved his rock hard dick into my ass and started force fucking me with no lube or anything. I knew better than to cry or scream but it really hurt the way he reamed my dry asshole. My hole prolapsed around his huge dick but Daddy didn’t give a fuck. His only goals were to punish me and to shoot his load so he kept thrusting in and out until he did. He busted his load and then made me lick him clean before standing me back in the corner to think more about what I had done.
Category: Submissive Whore
Jacqueline Becomes A Hot Submissive Slut For Her Masters
I loved being a submissive whore this weekend more than everl! As I lay spread eagle on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse, my heart raced with anticipation. Dominic approached me slowly, his eyes burning with desire as he ran his rough hands over my body. He tied my wrists tightly to the metal rings embedded in the ground, pulling them up above my head until they were stretched taut. The rope bit into my skin but I didn’t care; all that mattered was feeling him inside me again.
He stood back for a moment, taking in every inch of me exposed and vulnerable before him. His gaze lingered on my breasts which jutted out from their restraints begging for attention. With a smirk playing at his lips, he reached down and pinched one nipple hard causing it to ache with pleasure-pain mixed together perfectly . “You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg,” he growled low in his throat making sure everyone knew who belonged where at this moment .
Without further ado ,he knelt between my legs teasingly running his tongue along wet slit causing me shudder uncontrollably underneath him . His fingers found their way inside me once more preparing me for what was about come next while continuing oral assault driving both of us wild with passion . Just when think couldn’t take anymore ,he positioned himself at entrance pushing slowly yet firmly inside filling every corner inside once again claiming what rightfully belonged only him alone .
As he began thrusting harder faster deeper into pussy ,I arched back against restraints moan ing loudly feeling every inch of him stretching me out completely . The sound of our skin slapping together mixed with heavy breaths filled the air around us creating an erotic symphony only meant for each other’s ears alone .
With one hand gripping onto my hip firmly ,he reached around grabbing hold fistful hair pulling back head forcing me to look into his eyes as he took control both physically emotionally pushing boundaries further than ever before . His hips slammed against mine relentlessly driving both closer towards climax neither wanting let go until finally reaching peak simultaneously screaming each other’s names as waves pleasure washed over them leaving them spent but wanting more still.
Bondage Whore Bernice Sometimes Regrets Being a Rope Bunny
Most days, I want to be a bondage whore. However, then there are days like yesterday I wish that I had never told anyone that I enjoy being a rope bunny. My master could be considered an expert at tying women up. He has been a rope master since I was in diapers. But as he ages, his strength dissipates. So, sometimes he uses surrogates to tie me up. And some of them, like his friend Alex, get extremely rough with me. And men like that make me regret being a rope bunny.
Master summoned me to the club last night. His friend needed a slave to practice his rope skills on. My master often takes younger men under his wing and helps them be dominant slave owners. Alex clerked for a friend of his, and they became friendly. Perhaps, master saw potential in him. He has an eye for natural domes. Just like he has an eye for submissive sex slaves.
The Life of Submissive Slaves Gets Painful Sometimes
Alex used me to practice his rope skills. From a simple hogtie to a more complicated reverse prayer tie, Alex used me as his practice doll. But Alex tied me up too well. Perhaps, master spoiled me by never binding me too tightly. And I don’t know if that’s because of his age or if he just never wanted to inflict pain. But Alex did not care about my comfort level. And I suppose most men do not.
The reverse prayer tie almost dislocated my shoulder. Master could see me crying, grimacing in pain. However, he never stopped Alex. He let him run the show. And he just sat back and masturbated. Today, my arm is in a sling. Plus, I have rope burns all over my body. And I can barely move. The life of a submissive whore can be dangerous.
Pedicured Princess: A Extreme Foot Fetish story!
This guy, John, had me so damn worked up. He wasn’t your typical foot fetishist. No, this man was a foot worshipper, and he knew exactly how to make my toes curl. Pun intended!
He started slow, asking permission to admire my feet—oh, how I love that dirty talk! He went on about how my feet were so prim and proper, like a proper lady should have. But little did he know, I had a secret fetish of my own. I craved the dirty, the taboo, and John was about to deliver.
He began licking and sucking my toes, tongue weaving between them, sending shivers down my spine. Then, with a wicked grin, he took the whole foot in his mouth, slurping and sucking like a hungry babe.
But that wasn’t enough for this foot fetish freak. John reached for his pants, and out came his thick, throbbing cock. He placed my foot on his lap, the other caressing my sole, as he began piston-like movements. My pussy was dripping wet, and my feet were getting a workout of their own.
He fucked my foot, yes, fucked it good! While he did so, I imagined my feet wrapped around his meaty shaft, a sight I knew would be sinful and wrong but oh so right.
John was a man on a mission. He flipped me over, spread my legs, and dove into my pussy, feet still getting the VIP treatment. He licked and sucked my juicy cunt, making me squirm and moan. Then, with a grunt, he stood up, positioning himself at my feet.
He slammed into me, feet-first, making me gasp. The depravity of it all—having my pussy and feet worshipped—was a rush like no other. John fucked me senseless, the filth pouring from his mouth, calling me his foot bitch and slut.
It was disgraceful, it was debauched, but I loved every minute. That’s my story, an unromantic, wild foot fetish romp, and it gets me so damn horny every time!
Slave Training for a Deepthroating Milking Cow
Tit Milking Slave Training for Cocksucking Slut
Slave training is meant to remind me that I don’t own my body. My master does. And that includes my tits. Even when they are swollen and aching full of milk, I’m not allowed to touch them. All I can do is beg Daddy to milk my tits when he comes home.
I love being on all fours in front of my master. Master puts a collar around my neck like I’m one of his pets. My pussy gets wet just knowing that he will touch me. My tits are heavy and my nipples are so sensitive. Master teases them with his fingers and then gives my nipples a squeeze. The moan that comes out of my mouth makes his cock hard. If I want to be milked, I have to milk Master’s cock first.
He grabs my blonde hair and pulls my head back. Then he slaps his cock against my face and tells me to beg. I open my mouth and beg for him to fuck my throat. “That’s not how a milking cow begs.” I look at him in the eyes and then I moo. “Louder!”
Submissive Whore Cums For Tit Milking
I moo like a fucking cow while Master strokes his cock. Then he forces that hard dick in my mouth. He fucks my throat so fucking hard. I just relax my throat and let him use my sloppy mouth like a fleshlight. He squeezes my tit hard to make me moan. I can feel the milk dripping out of my tits. My tits are just begging to be milked. That’s when Master shoots his cum down my throat. I swallow his cum like my slave training requires.
Then I finally get my reward. He squeezes my nipples and points them down to the bucket underneath my tits. It feels so good I almost cum just from that. But Master pushes his finger into my pussy and presses on my g-spot while he milks me. The bucket fills and my legs start shaking. Master pushes my head into the bucket and tells me to drink.