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Submissive Slut Fucks a Stiletto

submissive slutI’m such a submissive slut, I will fuck a shoe if I am ordered to do just that. My master is older by twenty plus years. All that means is that he has dick issues now. Sometimes, he can still get it up like a twenty something year old, but that is usually only when he’s very pissed at me. I was on good behavior today, but he was still horny. He needed a visual to cum, so he instructed me to impale my pussy with my stiletto heel. I must wear high heels at work always. I’m not talking pumps, but stripper heels. The black patent leather stilettos I wore this morning, would give a stripper pause. I am a seasoned submissive whore, so I can walk like a pro in 8 inch heels. I was unsure about putting the pointy heel into my pussy. Master sensed my hesitation and was not happy. “Fuck that heel you worthless whore,” he screamed. When he gets angry, I best do as I am told, or the pain is far worse than anything I could do to myself. I laid on his office couch in my sexy lingerie writhing around like Betty Page doing a photo shoot. I sucked on the heel seductively, before inserting it into my pussy. He wanted the sole of the shoe square against my pussy like the shoe was balls deep inside me. It hurt, but then I am a pain slut. I put one leg over the back of the couch to spread my pussy wide. It helped with the pain and with Master’s viewing pleasure. After a while, the heel would come out of my pussy glistening with my cunt juice. I was about to cum, when Master ordered me to stop. He was denying me an orgasm today. Instead, he came in both heels, forcing me to spend the rest of the day walking in cum filled high heels. It was a constant reminder that I don’t deserve to cum as a fuck pig.

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.

Bondage Whore Bernie Needs Punished

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on Tinder, FetLife and a few other fetish sites. I can’t help it. I love bondage. Do you remember those old silent short films with the woman in peril tied to a train track? I masturbated to those images as a wee girl. I wanted tied up then rescued. As I grew up, I wanted tied up and abused. Something about being vulnerable and helpless and at your mercy makes my cunt wet. I’m trusting a stranger or a master not to kill me. Not to permanently hurt me. My master, my boss, ties me up to my office chair often. Yesterday, he was feeling mean. It happens, but not often. Normally, we have more of a sensual master slave relationship. Hardcore bondage and nipple torture made his dick hard. He tied the ropes so hard, my wrists bled. He ripped my shirt open, exposing my DD breasts. He slapped my tits so hard they started to turn colors immediately. He started sucking on my right tit. It felt amazing, until he bit so hard on the nipple it tore. I was bleeding down my breast. He grabbed my jaw, spit my blood and flesh in my face and said, “Did you think I would not know about your little online endeavors, bitch.” He was not happy I was moonlighting. I was being punished; not for cheating, but for not asking permission to be on those sites. Master owns me. I know I am his property, no better than the office chair I was strapped to. He spent the rest of the day punishing me for my violation of our master servant relationship. He sodomized my ass with the stapler, along with other office supplies. Lesson learned the hard way. At his age, I didn’t know he still had all that in him.

Extreme Temperatures

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Master instructed me to stand perfectly still with my arms out while he inspected me. I tried to listen, but he attached small weights to each of my wrists, making it harder to keep my arms suspended. The pain in my shoulders grew too intense and Master showed no signs of mercy, so I was naughty. I let my arms down, telling him I couldn’t hold them any longer. This angered him. A lot. He smacked me across the face hard enough to disorient me, and before I knew it he had me tied up and on the ground. My hands and feet were tied up behind me and my mouth was gagged. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me across the smooth floors, down the hall, and into the bathroom. Then he threw me into the bath tub. Unsure of his plan, I cowered in fear. He was gone for what seemed like forever. When he came back, he was carrying to buckets of water. One sounded like it had ice in it and the other one was steaming. Terrified, I squirmed and tried to scream through the cloth gag. He dumped the first bucket of icy water over my naked skin. The frigid water made every nerve ending scream in agony. He then picked up the second bucket and pouring the boiling hot water over me. The extreme change made my skin feel like it had just been ignited into flames. Crying with my skin now singed, he told me never to disobey him again. I’m so sorry Master for being a bad girl! Please let me redeem myself.

Bondage and Submission at Work

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is my life. I am always giving in and getting tied up, especially at work. My boss and Master is old, but he does love tying me up at work. He was feeling extra frisky yesterday. I only go to the office a couple days a week now. My work schedule just depends on what kind of case he is working. He is a lawyer close to full retirement, which is why I have been supplementing my income being a phone sex submissive. I messed up some legal briefs. I filed them incorrectly. I am not allowed to make mistakes. For a simple fixable clerical error, I got some soft bondage of my tits. Well soft only in the way he tied up my boobs. The torture my whore tits, as he likes to call them, received was something very different from soft. He pinched the nipples so hard they bled. That was not enough pain for the mood he was in. He got out his lighter so he could burn them too. Have you ever smelled burning flesh? It is awful. When it is your own flesh, it is worse. The pain and smell combined is nauseating. I knew not to vomit or complain or cry. It was tough to do, but if I had, the torture would have been far worse. Master has never been big into torture sex except when it comes to my tits. The way he views it, he bought me my tits, so he can do whatever he wants to them. I will take nipple and breast torture any day over being used as a punching bag. Some of the more modern Masters, whom I have encountered, on and off the phone, enjoy going Mike Tyson on me. In their eyes, I’m not a woman, just a worthless submissive whore.

Rape phone sex fantasies the Fuck Pig

Rape phone sex fantasiesI had become the office fuck pig. I’m not sure how I agreed to it other than through blackmail and my boss using my submissive nature against me. He had kidnapped me and taken out all his rape fantasies out on me while telling me my cunt belonged to the office now. That I was to make sure everyone was satisfied and came or he’d tell my Master… Who he doesn’t know is my Master. That I went and fucked him willingly. I didn’t know what to do. I knew Master would give him permission and tell me to be the office fuck pig if my boss had asked but I felt like I would get in trouble for not telling him. So, I just didn’t say anything and it’s how I found myself bent over my Boss’ desk this morning. Him lifting up my skirt and pumping my pussy with his cock as if it’d been  years since he’d last gotten to enjoy it. Reminding me of my place. “Fucking pig, it’s all your good for isn’t it? Being a fucking cum dump?” he was getting off hard on the abuse and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I was enjoying it too. Maybe I’m just a bad slave? Maybe I like it when I’m forced to do something like this against my will. I am a bad slut, enjoying being the office fuck pig already. My mind was so full of thoughts and confusion that I missed when he pumped my pussy with it’s first load of cum for the day and smacked my ass hard enough for it to mark. “Go fuck off.” he said gruffly wanting me out of his site now that he was done with me. I pulled down my skirt as I walked away, closing the door behind me I saw Brian. He grinned at me as if he knew exactly what I had done. Which he probably did as he came up to me and without a word pushed me up against the glass pane that connected the lobby to the bosses office. I could see our boss grin at me pressed up against the glass even as Brian lifted my skirt and I could feel his cock press against my ass. “You always act like you’re to good for us lowly surfs. Fucking entitled slut.” he growled, angry at me as he shoved his cock into my ass making me cry out with the pain of the muscles stretching. He showed no mercy though, pumping hard and deep with each thrust groaning as if my ass was the best hole he’d ever fucked. “You fucking cum dump. I’m going to use you every fucking day. Make sure your ass is ready for me.” he growled. His hand going around my throat, squeezing as he fucked me harder and faster. Leaving me gasping for breath until he exploded in my ass filling me with cum.

Submissive Brat Gets Punished

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Whenever I am naughty, which is often, my Master punishes me with a heavy fist. I can’t help being naughty- I love Master’s punishments so much. The other day he instructed me very specifically that I should sit still while he fastened the restraints. It was a bed with straps that pulled each limb in a different direction, like a medieval torture device. I planned on behaving, but memories of him with a furrowed brow and his rough hands smacking my ass until my skin was screaming in agony, all made it far too tempted to poke the beast once more. With each nerve he sends into searing pain, the juicier my slit would get. I began to fidget relentlessly, making it hard for him to strap me down. A familiar, dark look came over his eyes. My nipples poked out like daggers in the cold room as he finished securing the tie downs. My naked body lay there quivering at the thought of what he might do to punish me. He took out a whip and after countless lashes, my welted torso ached. Whimpering, I looked up at him, “Please Sir, I promise to be a good girl.”  But the discipline isn’t over. He releases my ankles and tears his way into my dry ass hole while holding my ankles up by my head. It feel like fire! Will I ever learn to behave?

This submissive slut needs used!!

Submissive slut JessicaMy appetites as a submissive slut have grown recently. I need more than tied up and my holes used and torn. I need more than modeling as furniture, or shitting in a pail or drinking from a doggy dish. I need my limits pushed and fucking shattered! So I reached out to a retired Navy captain I’m so fond of. I told him I needed slut boot camp! And he didn’t let me down!

As soon as I walked in the door I was smacked hard across the face and knocked to the floor. He sat on my back and commanded me to crawl to the next room. I barely made it, knees and hands bleeding from the course wooden, splintery floor.

He tied me to this big, hard wall, lacing ropes around me and up through my cunt, sliding against my sensitive little clit. He attached this huge weight to the other end and stood there holding it. My heart pounded even as my kitty oozed exited juices!

Slowly, bit by bit he lowered the weight. Squeezing my clit, cutting into me.

As soon as He released it, and my pussy held it’s full weight, I almost came right then and there! He walked up, put my nipple between his teeth, and rubbed my pussy over the rope as he clamped down, drawing blood.

Fuck! I squirted all over his hands!

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Submissive Slut – Valentine’s Surprise

Submissive slutI went to a Valentine’s Day bash at a friend’s house. I have loved these parties ever since I attended my first one, and I couldn’t wait to subject myself to all the forms of torture and pleasure that awaited me. What I didn’t expect was that there would be a “greeting area” set up outside of the room where the party would be. They stopped me, made me strip right there, then bound my hands, blindfolded me, and put a rag-gag in my mouth. At least they were kind enough to put some kind of strawberry flavored oil on it. I was led into a room by at least one dom, and laid out stomach-down on a leather, padded bed or table; my nipples got hard with the first contact with that cold material. I knew my cunt was dripping, but I didn’t care. The sounds of others breathing were all around me. I could hear a couple of voices across the room, but there was no way to hear what they were saying. When things finally got started, I could hear movements, and then shrill cries from other girls. It made me anxious, but the anticipation also made my cunt start pulsating with lust. Finally, I could feel someone next to my own table. I expected pinching, electric wand, clamps, something that didn’t make much noise, but produced a good bit of pain. I did NOT expect someone to start carving skin off my ass. It hurt, at first, but the pain became unbearable after a bit, and I couldn’t help the moans and cries that started to come from me. I could hear other girls around me being fucked, but I was in torment. When they finally stopped carving into me, someone leaned down and kissed the tortured area before fingers entered my cunt. They drove me to orgasm so many times last night, AND I love the heart they gave me on my ass!!Hardcore bondage

More Slave Training

slave trainingMy boss is my master. Friday, I was late to work by 5 minutes. That pissed him off. He decided I needed re-schooled. He hired a younger guy to give me some slave training. It was no training. It was just punishment. Painful punishment. My master is no spring chicken. In fact, he has one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel. I am loyal to him because he has been my master for decades. He has taken good care of me financially and even has provisions in his will for me and my offspring. I can’t afford to fuck things up now with being late or complaining about my punishment. This guy he hired was sadistic as fuck too. My master is not unusually cruel. He rules with an iron fist, but has never disfigured me or put me in the hospital. He is an old school master. This new generation of women hating men scare me because they don’t respect the master and servant relationship; they just want to do serious harm to a woman. Permanent harm. He tied my boobs up so tight they turned blue and purple. Master was rock hard and touching himself. My punishment didn’t seem too bad until my surrogate master started punching  my boobs like he was Mike Tyson. He was Mike Tyson. Not only did he punch them hard, he bit my left nipple off. When I screamed in pain, he looked at my boss and said, “It tastes like chicken.” Master started to come to my aid, but this young guy told him to back off, I was his bitch at the moment. He suggested Master has been too soft with his submissive whore over the years. He yelled at my master for making me weak then punched my tits so hard a saline bag burst. I had to work several hours with a fucked up boob that caused me a lot of pain. I spent Friday night in the ER. First time my master has sent me to the ER. Things are changing and I am scared.