When 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.
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Bondage Whore Breast Torture
I’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.
A Thin Line Between Pleasure And Pain
Bound to a chair flipped upside down. Leather straps securing me to the chair with my hands behind my back. He didn’t say much to me, my Master was on a mission. I seen a hose wound up in the corner so I knew water of some sort was going to be involved. I heard the door open but hand no way of seeing who also came in to join us. Once again Master seated himself in a position next to me where he had the advantage of seeing both my face and my rear end. I heard the hose unraveling and the anticipation sat in. Whenever I get nervous and anxious my pussy gets so wet. Part of what makes me such a great sub. My pussy is always inviting no matter what the anguish. Suddenly I heard a clicking and then the sound of water spraying the ground followed right behind. It was as if this person was trying to find a setting on the hose nozzle. I started to feel the misting coming off the water that was now spraying the ground. Then I felt it. I sharp steady stream of water nailed me from behind right between my pussy lips. Instantly spreading them apart with the force of the water. I felt the sensation of being filled up. My pussy hole began to gurgle and bubble as I could feel the water run back out just as quickly as it was being pumped in. I can see this is exciting Master because he is stroking his cock. He scoots his chair right in front of me and makes me start sucking his cock as the water stream sways up and down with each movement it gets closer to my clit. Then it hits. The force of the stream hitting my sensitive clit sent a spine chilling sensation up my body but at the same time felt pleasurable. The whole time Master has his cock balls deep in my throat. He is thoroughly enjoying my helpless moans and cries on his dick. While watching me walking a thin line between water pleasure and pain.
Dirty whore’s beg for a Alabama Hot Pocket!
He says I am a dirty whore. He spanks my pussy with his riding crop as he walks past me. His hard cock is sticking out. He knows how badly I want to suck his thick cock. He trained me to cum when I suck his cock. He knows I am a cum whore who loves to be forced to have an orgasm over and over again. He has me tied down to this table. The plastic he laid down is making me sweat. My asshole is filled with a big fake cock, he teases my pussy with a vibrator and just as I am about to cum he spanks my pussy so fucking hard I scream. He grabs my throat and squeezes, he bent down and whispered into my ear “Your pussy is worthless, you are a dirty fucking whore.” He shoved 3 of his thick sausage fingers into my cunt. Pounding me so hard until I squirt on his hand. He shoves his finger into my mouth, making me suck them clean. He shoves the vibrator back into my pussy. I can’t see him, but I can hear him. I can smell what he has. The foul smell makes my stomach roll, but it makes my pussy wet.
He walks back and that smell gets closer and my pussy gets wetter. I watch as he pulls a big handful of light golden brown solid shit. He starts fingering my dirty worthless cunt with it. He smashes his hot steamy shit into my cunt. Finally he brings that big thick hard cock and shoves it in my shitty pussy. He fucks me until he cum deep inside of my shit filled cunt!
I Just Want To Get Gangbanged
I have this fantasy of leaving my door unlocked and a buncha random dudes coming in and gangraping me. Do you think that’s wrong? Maybe I am a little sick in the head but I don’t care! I have this need to be abused and I just can’t live without it! In my perfect fantasy I would have like 10-20 guys just show up at my door and force their way in. They would tie me up tightly, I want to feel the rope digging into my skin making me bleed. Then they will cut off my clothes and force me to beg for their giant cocks, they will tease me unmercifully, I will be practically crying for it before they actually give in and shove those big dicks down my throat. That’s when things will start getting really rough, they will use all of my fuckholes until they are raw and bleeding but I will still be begging for more!