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Slave re training

bondage and submissionBack to the basics!

My pussy throbbed in anticipation. My tits, arms, and legs were bound tightly, and burning so sweetly. It had been so long since I had had a master, I went back into training! My son’s best friend was home for a few weeks, and happily agreed to cum over refresh my memory. He entered the room holding a massive black cock dildo. “You know the rule, Mrs B. You have to earn making one single sound. And don’t you fucking dare climax with out permission.”

I tried to control the throbbing and spasms already happening in my sticky, wet cunt. This wasn’t going to be easy!

He got between my legs, and ran the tip of the big, cold rubber toy up and down my slit and asshole. I bit my lip, not making a squeak. He began pressing and screwing it into my ass, stretching my tight, neglected asshole. A whimper rose in my throat, but I suppressed it. Once it was buried to the hilt, completely filling my ass, he started sliding his own massive, impressive cock into my pussy. I couldn’t do it, I came hard, and violently.

SLAP! A quirt across my tits, raising welts and dots of blood on my nipples.

“I told you, little whore, not to do that!”

What should my next punishment be?

Submissive Slut Druggy

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All I want is to be a submissive slut. The thing about being a submissive slut is you have to be born into that life! My parents made me submit to them, so now that is all I know. When guys actually are nice to me and treat me right I am confused. This is not how it is supposed to be! I am a stupid fucking whore. I don’t deserve to be treated like a human even.  I mean that’s how everyone has always made me feel so at this point I’ve gotten used to it. Accustomed to it, to say the least. It helps though, if I stay fucked up. I must admit I do have a little bit of an addiction. I greatly enjoy any drug I can get my hands on – it helps me get myself ‘loosened up’ so I don’t fight those cocks. Coke and weed together are perfect for me because I can get a perfect buzz when I do them together…and then I am helplessly theirs.

BDSM Phone Sex

bdsm phone sexSometimes this submissive little whore likes to switch and be a punisher to her Daddy. When in his dungeon, it’s usually him taking the reigns but last night I turned the tables.

Strapping him to the table, I told him that his cock needed to be punished for being hard when I didn’t give permission. After placing a male chastity device on his raging hard-on, I locked it up and put the key away. Now, he was mine and I told him what a little sissy that he was that day for letting me take control. He writhed, twitched and moaned letting me know that he liked taking on this new role.

I made him beg me for the pleasure of having my pussy on his face. He pleaded for me to straddle him there on the table and I smothered him with it. I rode his face like my life depended on it. Teasing his cock with my tongue, I made him beg for more. He had to tell me he needed my mouth on his shaft. He had to whine like a little sissy. By the time I got the chastity off of him, I couldn’t wait to taste his cock and his cum.

Ice Cold Water Bondage

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You had taken me into the world of water bondage once before, but we had not visited again until now. I thought you were being respectful of my fear of water, but I should have known you would not respect a submissive whore. You led me into the dungeon with a blindfold over my eyes. You laid me on what seemed to be a metal table and began to shackle me. You did not remove my blindfold until I was securely restrained. When you did, I could see what I thought was a table was atop some type of water tank. Fear gripped me. Knowing I was completely at your mercy, my pussy began to dampen anyway. The fear was paralyzing, but tell that to my excited cunt. I see you standing by the controls. The table begins to lower and ice cold water surrounded me on all sides. It was so cold, it was numbing my body where it touched. Yet, my pussy stayed hot. It was likely so hot, it was warming the water immediately around it.

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Then the table starts to rotate and one half of my body is under water. My whole body is shaking from the cold. My mind is overwhelmed by my water fear. It is the only thing I can concentrate on. My table continues to rotate until I am completely underwater. Thankful, you remembered to plug my nose so I would not have to concentrate on holding my breath. It seems like forever before the rotisserie continued its full turn and I could once again breathe. I begin shaking violently when my ice cold body meets the warm air. Then the table begins rotating again, a little faster this time. With each rotation the speed increases until I am spun so quickly, it makes me dizzy. Around and around I go, trying to time my breathing with my up time. I have to concentrate so much on breathing at the right time, I lose all sense of time and place, forgetting my fear, and even the temperature. Then, the table begins to slow again. It stops and you release my restraints, lift me and move me to the bed.

You start rubbing me all over my body and my numb body begins to warm and respond. You sink your cock into my icy pussy and it suddenly feels like it is on fire. When your hot cum fills me, I loose control and cum so hard. I know I should have asked permission to cum, but my body was so numb and responded as only it knows how. I know I should be more disciplined. I’m sure you will work on correcting that on our next trip to the dungeon basement.

Binding Myself In The Hotel

bondage whoreWhen you announced we were going on a road trip, I thought that meant a break from our BDSM lifestyle as it did the last time we went on a trip. It is a little harder to practice bondage in hotel rooms with no pulleys, hanging hooks, or any of our other assorted bondage equipment. I was soon to find out I was wrong about this trip. While I experienced relative freedom on the car ride, things changed when we arrived at the first hotel on our trip. In the room, you demanded I lie on the floor face down. You told me you were not going to tie me up but I was going to restrain myself from movement. You told me I was to take my feet into my hands and maintain that position. I was not to drop my legs for any reason or there would be consequences. This mental domination was more difficult than being bound with ropes. When the ropes are holding me, I am able to let myself go into that special place in my mind. Holding myself, I found that I must remain focused on my body and what it is doing. This position spread my pussy open wide and I could feel the wetness leaking from me. You sat in the chair and although you seemed to be watching tv, I knew you had a perfect view of me in your peripheral vision, which meant you could see how wet my gaping pussy was. After what seemed like eternity, you finally approached me. Getting on your knees behind me, you lifted my legs to your lap, instructing me not to let go. As I held my legs in place, you entered me, filling my stretched pussy completely. You put your hands on my calves and started moving me on your cock. With my arms stretched behind me and my legs up, my abdomen was rounded on the floor. As you moved me, it was almost a rocking chair motion that I was moving in. In this position, your balls slapped my stretched cunt on every stroke, perfectly connecting with my clit. My clit couldn’t handle much pounding before I was begging you to allow me to come. Thankfully you granted permission. As my orgasm started, my pussy muscles clenched tightly around your cock. The pressure was too much for you to bear and you were soon filling my pussy with your warm cum. As we prepare for bed, I am wondering what sort of fun lies ahead for Day 2 of our road trip.

Submissive Milf

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Sure you came here for a submissive whore, but why not have that and milf phone sex too? Yes, yes I do in fact have 3 little brats running around that need as much torture and punishment as I do. So yes, that’s my plan…master. I am going to give you myself and my little ones, all our free will. We don’t need that anyway…you’re going to do whatever you want to us. And we can’t complain, and I know very well that you’re going to make me help. What kind of bad, naughty whore would I be if I didn’t help you fulfill your rape fantasies with my babies tight little bald holes? Mmm, bet that got you rock hard, huh? Come play with us, we’re waiting for you!

Bondage Whore Breast Torture

bondage whoreI’m such a bondage whore; sometimes I try to get into trouble so master will tie me up at work. I was purposefully late the other morning just so he would tie me to my chair. I was hoping for breast bondage. It is my favorite. I love it when a man wraps them up so tightly that look like torpedoes and  start to change colors. I guess master is on to my games. He did tie me to my office chair for being late, however, he did not bind them like I hoped. Instead, I got nipple and breast torture. That I do not like. I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter and he was pissed that I put in for maternity leave. He beat, cut and drained my breasts of their milk. I was never able to breast feed her because he mutilated my nipples. My more recent torture was reminiscent of that time. He smacked my tits together. He used them like Muhammad Ali uses punching bags when training for a fight. I was crying from the pain. My fun bags are fake, so the more he punched me, the more the risk increased that he would bust a saline bag. He stabbed my nipples with a letter opener. He even stapled my nipples, piercing them to my areolas. I was bleeding. Battered and bruised, but master was just getting started. He is part of an old boys club. They smoke stogies and drink gin. He lit a big fat stogie until the embers were bright orange then burned my already bloody nipple. He put the smoke out with his gin. The pain was awful. So bad I pissed myself. Alcohol burns an open wound. The sting of the gin was almost as bad as the cigar burn. I was forced to work the rest of the day with bleeding and swollen breasts. Blood leaked through my bra onto my pink blouse. It just made master hard remembering how good he punished his worthless submissive whore.

Master’s Money Day

submissive whore robynEvery time we have a Friday the 13th, Master rakes up the dough. Tonight will be no different. I always think I am ready but I never am. Friday the 13th is beyond what is considered a dominant and submissive relationship. Or  at least I think it is. Men that are more sadistic and into pain and torture pay master to have their way with me. They do things they would never do on a daily basis with girls they take out or with their girlfriends. Master does not give them any restrictions. His only rule is that he gets to watch every minute of the action. It’s a dark and evil night where they all release a side of themselves that they keep locked away, at my expense. The last time there was a Friday the 13th it took almost a week for me to recover and I still had to be there for my Master during that time, no excuses.

A Taste Of The Power Trip

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I love being Masters Submissive whore. I am at his beck and call for him to do what he wishes with me. From tying me up and leaving me sit in anticipation to covering my ass and pussy in candle wax and everything in between. Well tonight he surprised me and let me be his assistant. He brought home another submissive slut for me to practice on. Just like the sounding session I had with Masters cock it made my pussy so wet being in control for a change up. I loved tying her up. Bounding her tightly so that she could not squirm. Knowing I disabled all of her freedom nearly made me cum. I spread her legs apart. And fastened a new mechanic that master had been working on right between her helpless legs. She was a loud little whore so I helped Master as he put a gag in her mouth to hush the bitch up. Then I had a little mercy on her only starting out this fuck machine on slow. The more she cried out then I would turn it up faster. Master had such a hard cock. I dropped to my knees and sucked him off while we sat there and enjoyed our powerless little fuck slave. And that was just the start of the night.

The Smell Of Leather

submissive whore robynMaster loves the smell of leather. Sweaty, old, used leather. He loves to put the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and leave me in them for days. Then they have that certain smell that drives him wild. He takes them off and inhales the scent and i watch as his dick gets hard instantly. He rubs the smelly leather on my body covering me in the special smell that he loves so much. Then he grabs me and throws me to the floor taking me, owning me, shoving his cock into me so hard and rough that it feels like he is ripping my pussy opened. I try not to let it show that I love his abuse. But my pussy always gives me away and serves to inflame his rage to the breaking point. It is a strange fetish I know but it is also very erotic.