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Bondage and Submission Donatella Craves Control Midnight Now

Bondage and SubmissionThe moment I see the ropes, my pulse quickens, and I can’t help but shiver. Everything about being wrapped tight, restrained, and completely at someone else’s mercy makes my skin come alive. This isn’t fear… it’s craving. I want the surrender, the helplessness, the delicious tension in every bind. Bondage and Submission isn’t just a game to me… it’s a need, a rush, a way to feel every inch of myself while giving control away.

I kneel, waiting, my wrists and ankles already aching from anticipation. The rope bites gently, holding me close, reminding me I belong here, that every tiny move must be guided by their hand. My body arches instinctively as the cord presses just right, holding me, shaping me, claiming me. I’m not shy about it… I love the tightness, the way it forces me to focus only on them, only on my obedience.

“Look at you,” a voice yells above me, sharp and commanding. “Every move perfect, every shiver earned.” I tilt my head, biting my lip, knowing I’ve done nothing yet and already they are in control. I follow instructions instantly, small movements guided by whispered commands, my mind sharpening on the edge of pleasure and discipline. Every shift, every motion is met with approval… or correction, and I crave both.

They circle me, hands never touching, just presence commanding. I imagine them adjusting ropes, tightening knots, or guiding my chest and hips to the perfect position. The anticipation makes me moan quietly, a soft sound I can’t help, and I feel the thrill of being watched so intently, controlled so completely. Each command pulls me further, and I obey willingly, eagerly, desperate to please.

I imagine the night stretching on… my body bound, every inch mapped, every gesture scrutinized and guided. My senses heighten, every touch imagined more intense, every whispered order more intoxicating. I am caught between wanting to move and needing to remain still, craving freedom while loving restraint.

And when they finally say, “Rest, now,” I let myself melt into the ropes, utterly spent, utterly satisfied, and utterly devoted. Every tug, every binding, every whispered order confirms it: my body, my mind, my pleasure… they are theirs.

 I crave being choked tightly to where I can barely breathe, with him deeply looking into my soul. I live for this, and at midnight, wrapped and bound, I surrender completely, letting the ropes guide every shiver, every move, every desire…

Submissive slut Jessica is all yours!

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I’m Daddy’s submissive slut and his good girl. He deserves the best and most obedient whore ever because he’s such a good Daddy.

 I try to follow his rules and not touch my pussy without his permission. Sometimes I just get carried away.

Daddy turns me on so much!

 I can’t help but to touch my wet pussy and think of his hard cock.

That’s how I ended up tied up and gagged with my ass all red and blistered.

He caught me finger fucking my cunt again.

I thought that he was gone for the day. The video I was watching of a sub getting plowed by her Master was making me so wet.

Without even realizing what I was doing, my hand wandered into my panties. I found myself rubbing my pussy.

I started out softly circling my clit with two fingers. Before long, that became full on finger fucking myself and moaning loudly. My cunt gushed and pussy juice splashed all over my fingers.

Master came back to get something that he had forgotten when he heard me.

The bedroom door slammed open and he stood in the doorway with a stern look on his face.

I knew that I was in big trouble.

Sub slut Jessica took her place at Master’s feet and awaited her punishment.

Call me so we can talk about how Master punished his naughty submissive slave slut…

 

Submissive Slut Bernice is a Naughty Whore

submissive slutThis submissive slut was naughty this year. And Santa spanked me. But Santa did a lot more than just spank me too. My master summoned me to the BDSM club on Christmas Eve. I knew the club would be open. Holidays appear to be busy days for bars and clubs. He wanted me dressed as a sexy Mrs. Claus. And I do own such an outfit.

When I arrived at the club, Master looked like Santa Claus. And although the club appeared open, the crowd seemed small. He held a private Christmas party. And I would be servicing all these men at the private party. Master started things off. I sat on Santa’s lap. He groped my tits before flipping me over on his lap for some bare bottom spankings which he claimed, I deserved for being a naughty whore.

He then invited all the men in the club, which I counted 32, to do what they wanted to me. And I felt like it might be Christmas hell for me. All the men in the club wanted to spank my bare ass. And I think they all got a few whacks in making my ass bright red. However, if I only endured spanking, I would’ve been OK with it. But their hands turned into belts. And that turned into a gang bang. A Christmas gangbang.

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Master rarely lets other men fuck me. Although he will let men spank me, flog me and tie me up, he usually keeps my fuck holes to himself. But not Christmas Eve. All my fuck holes were up for grabs to the 32 random club members. All younger men with big cocks and no dedicated slaves.

Perhaps, I deserved this rough treatment. Occasionally, I hook up with somebody that master does not know about. These men started gagging me with their cocks. Although I consider myself good at cock worshiping, these guys turned greedy. And they tried to monopolize my mouth, forcing more than a few cocks in my mouth simultaneously. And I ended up puking. One of the guys grabbed my head and pushed my face in the puke, like a dog that pissed the carpet. He forced me to lick it up.

But I survived. Master tried to tell me this was less punishment for his slave and more a reward for his disciples. Try telling that to my ass. I can’t even sit straight. But I do try to be a good whore. And for the New Year, I promised master I would be an even better whore for him and you.

Jacqueline Bends Over For Bare Bottom Spankings

Thinking about those bare bottom spankings, yes please! bare bottom spankings Oh, You know I love it when my master spanks my bare bottom! I’ll bend over eagerly, presenting my round cheeks to him. He can use his hand or a paddle if he wants to make me squeal louder. The sting of his palm against my flesh will only make me wetter for him. And when he starts alternating between cheeks, it feels like heaven and hell all at once. By the end of it, both of us will be breathless but satisfied as ever before.

As I bend over, my master’s gaze lingers on the plump curves of my ass. He runs his hand gently along the crack between my cheeks, teasing me with anticipation. When he finally makes contact with one rosy cheek, it stings but also feels so good at the same time. The sound of his palm meeting flesh echoes through the room as he delivers a hard smack that causes me to yelp out in surprise and pleasure mixed together.

He continues spanking me in quick succession, alternating between both cheeks until they are both bright red and throbbing with heat. With each strike, I feel myself growing wetter for him – a testament to how much this kind of punishment arouses me deep down inside. My pussy is dripping wet by now as well; I can feel it pooling between my legs every time I move even slightly awkwardly due to being bent over like this for so long…

Despite how much it hurts (or maybe because of it), all I can think about is pleasing him more – taking his cock deeper into my stretched-out cunt or sucking on his thick shaft until he cums all over my face… But right now isn’t about that; right now is about submitting completely to his will and enjoying every moment of pain mixed with pleasure coursing through our bodies intertwined together like this.

Submissive slave on all fours begging to get splayed

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I’m hooked on cock, I never stop thinking about it. I’m the typical daddy issues whore who needs to be brutally abused. It all started when daddy would sell me off for cash. Extra food on the table meant I had to get rammed, pounded and groped to make everyone happy. After some years of being that barely legal bitch getting used up by her own daddy I began to love it. Could you be my daddy and sell me off? What’s a good price boo? Would you wanna watch?

My daddy was a busy fuck. He put money and work before me and my sister. Forced to fend for myself as a little tiny tot youngers that meant throating meat or sitting on daddy’s friends laps playing after school bouncy games. Baby, I’m always looking for validation, in the wrong ways. Big daddy and friends opened me up wide, spreading my wings after years of stretching my gaping creampie cunt, I was ready to find some bad boys.

Bondage and submission is what keeps me alive

The moment I met you I knew you had a really bad side. Not much conversation with you, just you staring at my tits and ass. I love men like you, dangerous and mysterious, you never know what’s to come. You followed me from work to home and I’m all for it. As soon as you kicked in my door I was already down on my couch with my legs spread wide, pulling on my panties through my ass and soiled dripping snatch.

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Not a word peeped out of your mouth. You threw me over, smashing my coffee table and put me on my back.  I asked “what’s your name baby?” and you told me to “shut the fuck up”. I could hear your pants unzip as you had your foot on my back.

You cuffed me, spread my legs nice and wide, lifted my hips and shoved your massive meat pack up my wazoo. This pain and pleasure sure go good together darling. After you ripped my asshole walls by rapidly mounting me you pulled that large girth and shoved in in my mouth, forcing me to drink my fecal cum down my throat. Gasping for air I can tell how angry you are while you spank my ass raw, pulling my head and hair back as you finish me off. My hot tootsie doesn’t squirt unless I’m not treated like a pathetic worthless fuck bitch.

 

Bare bottom spankings leaving my ass all red for holidays

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Bare bottom spankings with handprints and marks all over. That is my favorite. I love begging to get spanked so hard I can’t even sit the next day. Especially when it’s all bruised up by the master’s and his big, strong men’s hands.

He takes my little neck and squeezes it in his hands, knowing I choke so fast in his grip. Begging him, maste, please, but being yanked right to a big hard dick tthat’sready for my fuck holes. Master loves tossing me around with his big dick friends. And I’ll do anything I can to drain every last drop of cum from their throbbing, hard fucking dicks.

It’s so sexy when I am tied up all the way. Unable to run, squirm, or move. My slutty cum bucket body has to stay where it is and take loads of sticky jizz juice. As deep as it can go! I want it to feel it coating the insides of my sloppy, stretched womb. With all the big strong men surrounding me and forcing me to take more than one cock in each hole.

Before I knew it, every hole had been stretched more than I’ve ever seen it. A new personal record! Stretched enough I can hold my holes open for you to cum in.

Erotic Submissive Stories by Donatella Under Total Authority

Erotic Submissive StoriesI kneel at the edge of his leather chair, my knees brushing the polished floor, my eyes locked on him like a predator sizing up her prey. Erotic Submissive Stories always begin with tension like this… thick with desire, heavy with the knowledge that I am utterly his. He purchased me at the auction, claimed me, and now every inch of my body exists to obey.

“Donatella,” he says, his voice low and controlled, each syllable a command, a spark igniting my skin. “Hands behind your back.”

I move without hesitation, slipping my wrists together and letting him inspect, letting him remind me that this is his world, and I am nothing without his approval. My breath hitches as he circles me, touching my soft breast while fingering my wet pussy, with the power radiating from him like heat I can’t escape.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, and I obey instantly remaining on my knees of his cold marble floors, remembering every second that brought me here. Every gaze, every auctioned bid, every whispered fantasy… they all led to this moment. I feel the weight of his authority pressing into my chest, and it only makes me ache harder for his approval.

I trace my tongue along his commands, exploring each word, letting my lips and body reflect my devotion. He loves the way I slowly put my lips on his fat cock and suck him dry until he’s completely empty. Every shift of his hand, every nod, every clipped command sends shivers down my spine. I am pliant. I am eager for his fluids. I am the perfect reflection of his desires.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his praise a whip against my craving. Then proceeds to splatter my face with his cum, while I let it to drip all over my body, soaked and starving. I feel my own heat bloom, my body responding not to my wants but to the structure he imposes. I exist in this space of surrender, my mind focused on one truth: my obedience pleases him, and that is all that matters.

As I kneel, submitting fully, I realize that I have never felt more alive, more awake, more needed and finally satisfied. Every command shapes me, every glance consumes me, and every touch cements my role of obedience. I am his… bought, owned, and reveling in the intoxicating pleasure of living under total authority.

Submissive whore Jessica gets spanked

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This is just another story about a submissive whore getting punished by her Master.

I know better than to talk back to him. The reason I do anyway is because the way he puts me in my place makes my pussy so wet and hot!

My ass is stinging and bright red once again.

At first, I thought that he had forgotten about my disrespect. That was until he backed me up against the wall and started to scold me. He said that I was a brat and that I needed to be punished. He’s the best Daddy and deserves a good girl who doesn’t back talk him.

He tried to bend me over his lap and smack my ass a couple of times. I felt his dick getting harder and harder with every slap. My pussy grew more and more wet as his cock pressed into me.

I was told to be still but I knew that wiggling around would cause him to get all flustered. Daddy always spanks me harder when he’s frustrated with me. I wiggled around so much that Daddy lost control!

He yelled at me and told me that I was a bad girl. His belt felt like a thousand bees stinging my ass, all at once.

Daddy spanked me hard with that thick, leather strap of a belt. Lick after lick rained down on my red, hot ass until he could barely lift his arm anymore.

My whole body trembled and the heat from my stinging butt seemed to radiate.

        Daddy was out of breath but his dick had never been so hard!

He held my hips, worked his big cock in and pounded my pussy so hard that my titties were smacking me in the face. Just like his spankings, all I could do was let Daddy use me until he was too weak and tired to continue.

After he spanked, whipped and then fucked me, Daddy made me recite the rules to him. I even recited the consequences if I don’t follow his rules as well.

The next time I break Daddy’s rules, he’s going to get even more mean and strict with his punishments! Daddy does deserve a good girl but I get so horny and wet when he punishes me!

 

Jacqueline Loves Bondage and Submission For Christmas

bondage and submissionBondage and Submission – whatever you want, I’ll do for you! That is my Christmas gift to my master, use me to get your cock hard and drain your cum filled balls in my o

He took the lights right from the perfectly spun ropes of sparkling magical greatness that I put hours into having Christmas be so perfect for him and everyone else. And like nothing, he rips them off the tree not even flinching as the ornaments fell off and the glass ones splattered all over the hard wood floors.

I mean, his present this year was to be able use me and do anything and everything he wants to me for the next month. He sure has taken his present and ran with it.  Took me (himself) on a $2000 shopping spree to buy me new latex outfits that are 3 sizes too small.  New ropes, chains, a bed swing, a stripper pole, clamps for my nipples, clit and a bunch of others that I can attest now from experience, are quite the intense level of pain. Stockings and panty hose is a given at any sex shop we go to. We get one use out of each one because they end up tying my hands, feet, or get used for a gag.  Needless to say, they are a one a done type of deal.

So here I am now his Christmas light project.  He wraps more tightly around me and out of nowhere he pulls the strings tightly. They are stll plugged in and I can hear the Christmas music loudly buzzing as his cock is taking over my pussy pushing deepers and deeper and faster and faster.

I let out a big sigh and my cunt relaxes and squirts all over his face to shower him with thanks for taking such good care of my slut holes.  There is no better present he can give me than making me feel like a worn out used slut this holiday season.

 

Slave Training with Donatella The Naughty Submissive Beauty

Slave TrainingMy heart races as I kneel on the soft carpet, hands folded neatly in my lap. Every inch of me tingles with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of candles and leather. Tonight, I’m ready to give myself completely.

His voice cuts through the quiet, calm but firm. “You’re going to learn exactly what it means to obey,” he says, guiding me through the rules of Slave Training. I shiver at the word, feeling the thrill of submission pulse through me.

I crawl closer, eyes downcast, knowing that every glance, every little movement, is being watched. He circles me, inspecting my posture, my willingness, and the naughty sparkle in my eyes. My lips part slightly as a soft sigh escapes me when his hand brushes over my back, down to my bare thighs.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Now, show me how much you desire to serve me you filthy nigger slut.”

I let my obedience become an art. I move with purpose, eager to please, letting myself be guided and corrected with gentle but firm touches. Each command sends shivers of delight through my body, and I revel in the delicious tension of restraint and anticipation.

When he directs me to present myself for a final lesson, I bend forward, cheeks warm, body exposed and ready. The spankings are firm, precise, and absolutely intoxicating, each one leaving a trail of fire along my skin. I moan softly, surrendering fully to the experience, my mind focused entirely on the pleasure of serving and being disciplined.

When it ends, I rest my forehead on the floor, breathless and flushed. The thrill of submission, the heat of every touch, and the taste of his control linger, leaving me trembling, every nerve alive, completely satisfied, and aching for more.