When my Mistress is feeling extra wicked she makes me wear ‘the vibrating panties of torture’ all day long as I meticulously clean her house. She makes me organize her closet, clean her kitchen and bathroom with a toothbrush and any other menial tedious task she can think up all while wearing the vibrating panties. When she toys with the remote and sets the vibration high, I’m likely to mess up on my chores… she punishes me with a cock in my ass without any lube or a hard paddling on my soft ass. I’m cleaning all her crystal glassware when she turns the vibration on the panties all the way to pulsate, I break a glass because she left it on for three minutes straight, My orgasm overpowered me wildly and the glass shattered ruining my release, I knew Mistress would be down any minute to punish my ass for the mistake.
Category: XXX bondage
Cum slut phone sex whore Jessica
Now that my son has graduated, he and his friends are over at the house hanging out almost every day. They spend a lot of time out by the pool, with their wet swim trunk clinging to them, outlining those young, hard dicks. You have no idea how hard it is for a naughty, cum slut phone sex whore like me to control myself around all of those sexy, young men. My son has caught me on more than one occasion, watching them through my window and rubbing my whore cunt. We’ve turned it into a little game. He’ll try to catch me rubbing my slutty cum hole so that he can out me to all of his friends as a dirty, perverted slut. As a punishment for embarrassing him and being such a disgusting whore, he’ll hogtie me, strip me down and whip me. He’ll abuse, beat and degrade me before turning me over to his friends to use as a gangbang fuck toy. I get my mouth, pussy and asshole force fucked while he watches and jerks his cock. I can’t wait to have a buffet of sexy, young men all to myself tomorrow!
Bondage Whore Bernice
Being a bondage whore can be dangerous. Master ties me up with care. He does not hurt me either, at least not much. It is about submission and control with us. When I go to fetish clubs, however, it can be a much different dynamic. I am a glutton for punishment. I like to go to BDSM clubs now that most are back open. Men have been out of the game for over a year. Me too, but I have less pent up anger and steam to blow off. That makes me vulnerable, but I like the not knowing. I like being in danger. This BDSM club I frequent is undergrounds. They stay off the radar because they do not follow the letter of the law. They allow the exchange of bodily fluids. They do not screen their clients either. One of these days I may be injured so badly, I end up hospitalized or worse. I was lucky I got out of the club last night on my own two feet. As a single woman in the club, I was matched up with a single man. Most clubs do not allow single males in because many are just misogynistic bullies. The one I went into a room with was just that. He did tie me up, but it was clear he had no clue what he was doing. He had no experience with bondage. When I questioned his skills, he punched me in the face. Master would never punch me. When I fell to the ground, he kicked me calling me names. He clearly hated women and was not interested in a master slave relationship. He just wanted a submissive whore to abuse. He kicked me, spit on me, and fucked me against my will. Master does not mind that I go to these clubs. He just does not want another man cumming inside his property. I had no choice. This angry stranger took total control of me. I have a broken nose and a bunch of bruises. I had to lie to master that I fell down some stairs or he would have hurt me worse.
Bad Romance
Who knew I’d be stuck in such a submissive relationship. I am so in love with being used and fucked sexually. My master is all I want. The only way to please him is with him being able to fuck me as he pleases. I was put on earth to serve him and make him fall in love with me thru sexy bondage. I’m always wearing the hottest lingerie pieces and smell delightful, and I’m ready to be devoured. Our toxic relationship is full of ups and downs, but the sex is far better than I could even imagine. I stick with him because he knows my body in ways I don’t know what to do to make me orgasm and submit to all his selfish needs. He loves to please me, but he comes first, and that is okay with me. Some may say it’s a bad romance, but I’m addicted to him. I love the pain and pleasure he provides me.
Dicked Down At The DMV
Mindlessly, I shifted and tugged my micro skirt down. Damn it was hot, but I was dressed extra slutty to be in public. I was minding my business and waiting in line at the DMV, yes still six feet apart. The man behind me, however, had been coming closer and closer to me as the line move up, leading into a dark hall with a door at the end.
Now that we stood in the hallway, at the end of the line as the last clients for the day, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. My cunt spurted in excitement. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” He growled in my ear. My slit really started to drip. I knew that voice.
It was possible he’d seen me around town, but the quiver in my pussy knew what he meant. He’d used me, or rented me before when I was a trafficked sex slave. “What are you doing off your leash, chicklet?” He grabbed me hard around my wrist, and dragged me out to his vehicle like a sloppy little rag doll. No one tried to stop him while he manhandled me. He shoved me into the back of his van, and climbed inside with me.
He choke slammed me into the floor, pulling out a little burner phone as he dialed my old pimp; the one he was known me with. I’d been sold and rebought several times over. But! He was going to try and take me back to sexual slavery where I would be used like a whore day in and day out. Suddenly, with a second thought, he broke the phone in half and move on me like a starving tiger.
“I came to get my tags renewed and snagged a hot little slut instead.” He was laughing as he clamped the steel, barb wire collar around my neck. As it bit into my tender flesh, I screamed.





















