Even a good submissive whore like me forgets her place sometimes. I will admit I have been doing things I am not supposed to do as an owned bitch. I have been playing with my pussy and making myself cum without permission. I enjoy making myself cum. I have been chatting with men online and omitting the fact that I am an owned woman. I was on good behavior for the first few months of quarantine. I did not think that this would last long, certainly not this long. As the months passed, I started feeling like an independent woman. I know that is wrong. I have never been my own woman. I met Carlos online in a fetish room on Reddit. We just flirted and talked dirty. After a few weeks of daily talking, he pushed to meet. I figured Master would never find out. I would have a booty call. I got my booty call, but it did not go as planned. Not as I wanted. He fucked me, but only after he tied me up and abused me for a couple hours. He said dirty old whores like me do not deserve to have pleasure. He had no interest in eating me for hours or spooning me after sex like we talked about. He saw me as a dirty old whore and nothing else. When he fucked me, he did so without lube. He just crammed his cock up my ass raw, tearing my sphincter. I was bleeding. He was laughing and choking me. This was not just rough sex. He was brutalizing me. He could have killed me. He seemed so hateful, I thought I might not see tomorrow. As he made me suck his dirty cock clean, he told me he would be back for more. I do not want more of him. It was a painful lesson to learn. I may never shit right again. I have been trying to avoid him online, but he made a point of telling me he knows where I live and I better be a good submissive sex slave fore him if I want to stay alive.
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Do You Like Submissive Sex?
Do you like submissive sex? It is all I have ever had. Not once in my life have I been able to be in charge. Not saying I would want to. I do not think I would know what to do. Oscar is this guy I met at a fetish club before Covid-19 changed my life. He has been my master for a few months now. He is pushing me to take charge more. Not with him. He would never permit that. What he wants is for me to dominate his teen daughter. I feel like that is his job only, but he likes the idea of his sub spanking his daughter. He forced me to do it last night. I just tried to think about what all you phone masters do to me. I channeled you last night. After dinner, I grabbed his blonde twat of a girl and threw her over my knees. I pulled her panties down and gave her the hardest spanking ever. Bare bottom spankings leave a mark on such a young ass. She was kicking and screaming. She begged for daddy’s help, but he was just stroking his cock watching. Turns out I like dominating young girls. But do not worry. I have not forgotten my place.
Bondage and Submission with a Young Man
I want to be your bondage whore. That is what my ad said on a fetish site. I used this picture to tell men I was serious and that I had my own equipment. I was getting tons of responses and that made my pussy wet. I spent a few days sifting through responses and texting with the ones who seemed the most promising for me. It was hard to decided on a man to begin with because I never suspected I would have that many responses. Just a few months ago, I could not find a man on Tinder who wanted to fuck me. Maybe as time goes by, folks are willing to take more risks? I know I am. Master gave me permission for some bondage and submission games. He would love to be the one to tie me up, but he can not escape his wife. So, placing an ad on a fetish site, was the next best thing. I settled on Teddy. He was young for a man into bondage. I was hoping he would fuck me. When he arrived, he seemed way younger than 27. I joked that I should card him. Turns out he was 18. I told him he could not know anything about bondage because he was still wet behind the ears. He pulled his belt off his jeans and whacked me across the face. I could feel my cheek swelling up. My lip started bleeding too. He manhandled me for hours, tying me up in various poses. He tied me tightly. Too tightly. I was getting rope burns on my wrists and ankles. He was so young to be full of that much hate. He reminded me of my son. He is just as angry and violent. I did not sign up for hardcore bondage games. A barely legal boy used me better than an army of seasoned masters. I think I am in love.
Baseball Bat To The Cunt Made Me Wet
I got fucked up at a party the other night, like the druggy cunt I am. I ended up chained to a wall, getting railed by four big, black cocks all at once. They used me like a cocksleeve, a little fuck puppet. I had snorted so much coke, I didn’t care. Their leader hung me from the ceiling, chained by my saggy tits.
My eight inch pumps were barely brushing the ground. Fuck it hurt! I was dripping wet by the time they took a wooden baseball bat to my pussy. I screamed; because fuck it hurt, but I couldn’t help but want more. I became their piñata; they cracked my ribs, ripped at my hair, pulled out my teeth.
I was in the sweetest agony, a heaven in hell. Every time they landed a blow, the tears leaked from my eyes, the blood from my cuts, and a thick, sticky wetness from my cunt. Offering me more coke, they put a pigs mask on me now. Their side of bacon; I was squealing like Suey herself. A bat to the temple knocked me out. When I woke up, I was tucked into bed, all cleaned up. The manacles around my wrists let me know I was trapped; again.
Fucking Me With Fists And Forearms
Every hole I had hole was filled, black gloves covering the hands that fisted me. I was screaming through the cock I was gagging on, trying to cry and beg, but no one was listening to me. These men were elbow deep in my cunt, in my ass. They were re-arranging my organs, and there was nothing I could do.
For days I’d been trapped and abused. I was branded, hooked, electrocuted, beaten, and all-around tortured. The other day it had been baseball bats, but today it was themselves. They said they wanted to feel how damaged I was inside. It made me wonder, was I damaged enough? Would I be getting out of here anytime soon? Or was I doomed to live in this dungeon forever, just a toy for them to torment, to torture, to trap? They were fucking me with their forearms.
Never did I ever think I would have to endure this type of not only humiliation, but body modification. I knew my holes would never unstretch. They would never be the same. I would never be able to fuck a man and have him tell me I was tight again. I’m for what? Because they had found me in an alley?
They took me because they could. They took me, because now they own me. I’ve always been a submissive for, but now I wish the true definition of property. As much as I wanted the pain to stop, I knew that if the pain stopped, I would just want it to happen all over again. They were fucking my holes, the worst part? They hadn’t needed any lube.
Kidnapped And Kept
I didn’t know who they were or what they wanted. All I knew is that there were at least six of them, and all of my holes were filled with at least one cock. I’m pretty sure there were two in my ass. I was leaving for the night, locking up my business. Well I was heading to my car, someone called my name.
Stupid slutty me turned around, tripping over my 8 inch pump heels. My head hit the pavement. The next thing I knew, I was handcuffed, spread eagle, and blindfolded. It felt like we were moving so I guess we were in the back of their van. I was crying, but my pussy was giving away how excited I was.
They’re taking my clothes, my sight, my freedom. Now they were taking me, and using me the way I was meant to be. I was dripping, begging for them to stop while my cunny pleaded for more. I was slurping cum, sucking cock. I was helpless against the way they were raping me. Unwanted or not, my cunt wanted it. I kept cumming, getting wetter and wetter. That just egged them on.
The cock in my ass must have been at least 10 inches, and thicker than three of my fingers. He was destroying me from the inside out. The two in my pussy were equal sized. I was being stretched to my limits, choking on the cock down my throat. I couldn’t stop crying; I couldn’t stop cumming. Fuck it all hurt so bad. I blacked out. That didn’t stop them.
When I awoke I was cum-stained but unchained. Naked and alone in a dark room with a cold, stone floor. I was being watched. “Look, our cocksleeve is awake.” The pain was more than I could handle. And yet, I needed it all over again.