Hardcore bondage makes me suffer the way I deserve

Hardcore bondage means all the suffering, zero cumming. I am not allowed to cum without his permission. And he does everything he can to make me a desperate horny mess.

I live for the pain, the humiliation, the complete submission to his every whim.

Last weekend he chained me up, leaving me suspended, a human specimen for his pleasure and punishment—twenty-four long hours of torment.

His cruel touch knows no bounds. Every vicious slap to my ass and tits, each painful twist of the ropes, only serves to fan the flames of my desperate hunger for more.

The paddle relentlessly smacks against my exposed flesh, leaving me crying for permission. But he said no; I would have to hold it until he said so. So I did; it was so hard, but I held back. I thought maybe after a few hours he would know that I am a dedicated Bondage whore and allow my pussy to cum.

But 14 hours later, my limbs were numb, and my pussy still had no release. In between the beatings, he would make it even worse by making me suck on him. His cock tasted so good I could squirt right there, but still no release.

I didn’t think I would be there for a whole day and night, and by the time he was bored with me, I could barely walk; surely this is when he would give me mercy. But no, he used me as his cum rag and kicked me out the door without ever allowing my pussy to cum.

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