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Master Sent Me to a Rival BDSM Club for Intel and I Became a Gangbang Phone Sex Whore

gangbang phone sexAs a submissive woman, sometimes, I find myself in gangbang phone sex situations. And that ends well. At least not for me. Master summoned me to a different BDSM club over the weekend. I thought to check out the competition. Master would never have sent me if he knew what would happen. He does not pimp me out to total strangers.

This club looked Gothic almost. Big heavy door and a castle-like structure. When I arrived, the California sunset created a magical glow against the backdrop of this club. The club resembled a cavern. Heavy smoke permeated the air. Strobe lights pulsed like a heartbeat. The air smelled thick of leather, sweat, and sex. Sort of an intoxicating scent.

My big tits felt on display in my leather corset top. And each step I took made them bounce. Although I felt scared, my nipples betrayed me. So did my pussy. I felt my juices soaking my pink panties making them cling to my cunt like a second skin.

This club looked so different than ours. Plus, it looked frightening. I scanned the room and tried to take as many mental notes as possible. I went there on a mission. However, I did intend to fuck anyone or get myself tied up as a bondage whore either. But I felt eyes on me. No doubt, they saw me as new meat and a stranger.

Although I am an Owned Slave, Other Men Still Enjoy Using Me

Suddenly, men swarmed me like hungry vultures. Five of them, maybe six. Muscular, tall, strong looking men. They did not smile. They just swarmed me like vultures. One grabbed my wrist, another my arm, and a third one grabbed my throat. Rough, calloused hands. I could tell they did manual labor for work. I begged them to let me go.  “Please,” I whispered, “I came to this club by mistake.” But they did not stop nor did they let me go along my way.

They spun me around, shoved me towards the center of the room. That’s when I saw a St. Andrew’s cross on a table instead of hanging on a wall. One of the men hoisted me up in the air by my nipple. While another man slapped some leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I feared they might nail me to the cross. What did master get me into? On the count of three, they lifted me in unison on to the cross.

The cuffs felt tight. The men secured me on the cross spread-eagle with my tits exposed and my legs forced apart. One of them ripped my panties from my body leaving me completely naked. Another man hovered over me. He looked evil and strong.  With his cock already out, he grabbed my chin, tilted my head back, and shoved his dick deep into my mouth. Forced cock worshiping followed.

I Went to a Rival BDSM Cub and Accidentally Became a Gang Bang Whore

I opened my mouth wide, gagging immediately as he rammed his meaty dick down my throat. While he fucked my face, fast and brutally, another man used my tits for boxing practiced. And yet another guy spread open my meat curtains in preparation for his cock. Then his cock slammed balls deep in my owned pussy. My cunt clenched his cock desperate for air. My pussy lips gripped his shaft like a vice grip. And he began pounding my pussy, hard and fast. Before long, it felt like both cocks thrust into my mouth and cunt in unison. I could barely breathe.

The first man in my mouth pulled out. And when he did, I gasped for air. As he slapped his cock against my cheek, he asked me if I wanted more. But I told him no. That fell on death ears. With the first two men finished with me, they switched out men. Two more lined up to take their place. But these two men looked bigger, and thicker.

They pushed their veiny monsters into my pussy and ass like their predecessors. And I cried out in pain. Balls slapped against my wet cunt and chin. I got lost in the pain and the pleasure. This felt like raw animal fucking. Time blurred. And two more cocks went into my fuck holes. Would this ever end, I wondered?

What Happened at that BDSM Club Shall Stay at That BDSM Club

I sucked the third cock in my mouth greedily, making my tongue swirl around the thick head. A third man mounted my pussy, grunting like a beast. I felt my orgasm building like a tidal wave. Although I did not want to cum because it felt like a betrayal to master, I could not control myself. As started to orgasm, two more men stepped up to the plate to finish me off.

A new cock in my pussy, but this time, one in my ass instead of my mouth. They double stuffed me to the brim. Hours passed. I lost count of how many men used me. And how long I endured this BDSM gang bang. However, my pussy felt drenched. My limbs trembled. And my breathing became labored. They used me like a bitch in heat. Master would not be happy. But this felt like his fault. He sent me into a den of lions. And they devoured me.

Jessica the cum slut phone sex freak

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Once my date took me back to his place, he turned from gentleman to Master. As the door clicked closed behind us, he demanded that I get on my knees so that he could fuck my slut face. This is what happens every time I try to date. I always end up being used as another man’s submissive fuck toy. He ordered me to look up at him while he stuffed his cock down my throat. Holding on to my hair, he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth causing me to gag violently.

My eyes watered and drool poured down his shaft and dripped from his balls.

When he finally pulled his cock from my mouth and let me catch my breath, I was trembling. He pulled me up to my feet, turned me around and bent me over. While smashing my face into the counter top, he ripped my panties off. My cunt was already dripping as he pounded his hard dick into me. He let me know that he could feel my wetness and what a whore it made me to be so drenched from his abuse. While drilling his dick deep into my slut cunt, he degraded me constantly.

My pussy squirted on his cock more than once and each time, he would degrade me even more. When he was ready to cum he pulled his dick out and shoved me back down to my knees. He ordered me to open my mouth but was already blowing his load across my face before I could.

Hot strings of gooey nut landed on my face, dripped from my chin and soaked my tits.

Just because he drained his balls across my face doesn’t mean that he was finished with me. He shoved his still throbbing cock down my throat, fucked my face til it was rock hard again and then used my cunt and asshole repeatedly. Give me a call and I’ll tell you more about it.

Golden showers phone sex with Jessica the sub slut

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Men love to use sub sluts like me in disgusting and humiliating ways. My last John had me meet him at this sleazy motel known for all the sketchy shit that happens there. He told me that he wanted a toilet slut and I happily obliged.

The room was just as dirty and creepy as the guy that I was hooking up with but money is money, right?

I looked up at him and leaned back with my thirsty mouth open, ready to catch his hot, golden liquid. The warm stream flowed straight into my mouth, filling it all the way up. I tried to gulp it down but it splashed out, dripping down my chin and soaking my tits. When he was finished, I leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I suckled the last few drops of his piss and then looked up at him, thirsty for more.

He turned around and let me spread his ass cheeks apart. My tongue ran right up his crack and swirled around his sweaty asshole. I felt it flare open and the hot log of shit came forcing its way out and into my mouth. After catching all that I could in my mouth and chewing it up, I leaned back and let the rest fall to my chest.

I smeared the hot shit all over my tits and let him lick it from my nipples while he was jacking his hard dick. He scooped up a handful, smeared it all over his cock and then rammed his dick deep into my ass.

I sucked the leftover shit from his fingers while he drilled my asshole as deep as he could. After catching his cream load, I squatted over him and pushed it all out onto his chest. We spent the rest of the night rolling around in a puddle of piss, shit, sweat and cum. We fucked in every position imaginable and destroyed that already filthy motel bed.

I’m such a disgusting slut…

Daddy’s whipping whore

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Daddy had a stressful week but luckily for him, I was right there for him to take his stress out on. As soon as he walked in the door, he was ripping his belt through the loops, tearing it off to whip my ass. Daddy knows what a naughty slut I’ve been, talking dirty to all of these men. He’s not a jealous master but he still likes his slave to ask permission to cum and I didn’t. He’s been waiting all day to come home and punish his slut.  I’ve been warned too many times to count. I know what Daddy expects of me but the way he punishes me turns me on so much!

 The whole time he’s scolding me with his deep, booming voice all I can think of is how strong and dominant he is.

I knelt in front of him on the floor waiting. He stood behind me, his deep breaths filling the otherwise silent room. Without a word, he reached down and snatched my panties down to my thighs. I could feel the trickle of cunt juices starting to escape my hot fuck box.

“Stay still you worthless Slut!,” he ordered. I knew what to expect and bit my bottom lip to keep from accidentally crying out. Daddy’s belt came down hard across both of butt cheeks. The sharp crack of the leather echoed across the room. My skin burned and stinged but I stayed as still as possible. The next belt lash landed just above the first, creating a thick, red welt on my skin.

The stinging pain from each strike of his belt was hard to ignore.

 “Count them,” Daddy ordered. “One… two… three…” my voice trembled as his belt landed harder and harder across my blistered, red skin. By the count of ten, my ass was burning and starting to bruise and my pussy had grown all slick and wet. Daddy’s hard dick pressed into my belly and I wanted him to fuck me more than ever before.

Call and jerk your dick for me while I tell you about Daddy noticing my soaked cunt after his intense spanking. He force fucked me like a worthless cum whore and your dick is going to throb when you hear the details.

 

Bondage Whore Jacqueline Describes Being At Masters Mercy

I love being a bondage whore because it allows me to fully embrace my submissive side and please my Master in the most intimate ways possible. The feeling of being restrained, helpless yet desired is incredibly arousing for me. It heightens all my senses and makes me yearn for even more pleasure.

When I’m bound, every move becomes deliberate and sensual as I try to entice my Master with my body language alone. My cunt is always wet with anticipation, eagerly awaiting his touch or cock to fill it up completely. The sound of chains clinking against each other only adds to the erotic atmosphere we create together.

As he approaches me, his hardened cock pressing against his pants serves as a reminder that he too is turned on by our kinky playtime. Watching him undress slowly while maintaining eye contact sends shivers down my spine knowing what’s about to happen next – total submission at his hands (or rather chains).

The moment he enters me feels like heaven on earth; so full yet still wanting more! His thrusts are powerful yet gentle enough not break any bones but they do make sure everyone knows who owns whom here tonight – including passersby if there were any… Our moans echo off the walls creating an auditory symphony only we can hear amidst this sea of darkness lit only by candlelight flickering across our sweaty bodies entwined in passionate union under these restrictive circumstances designed specifically for us both enjoyment immensely!

My pussy grips his cock tightly, milking every last drop of pleasure from him as he takes me roughly against the cold metal restraints. The pain mixed with pleasure is exquisite and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second anticipating what comes next.

As we reach our climax together, my body shudders uncontrollably under his weight while mine remains still due to being bound so perfectly for this very purpose – serving only at His will without resistance or hesitation… Our release echoes through the room like thunder clapping in approval after a storm has passed; signifying not just physical satisfaction but also emotional connection achieved between us two deviants locked away in our own little world filled solely by lustful desires fulfilled within these four walls adorned only with leather straps holding fast fragile human forms ready to be used however their Master sees fit!Bondage whore

Submissive whore gagged and left with a dripping cunt

submissive whoreSubmissive whore, I dropped to my knees. Master Beast stood over me, his cock already hard, he shoved the fat red ball gag into my mouth. Open wide, slut! The thick red ball stretched my jaw. He yanked the straps tight behind my head until it locked in place. Drool started spilling down my chin. I couldn’t speak. Just pathetic, wet gurgles and whimpers. Master Beast grabbed my hair and slapped my face hard, watching my eyes water. Look at you, gagged like a cheap fuck toy. He yanked my head back and spit on my tits, then pinched and twisted my nipples until I screamed into the gag. My pussy was dripping down my thighs. He kicked my legs apart and shoved two thick fingers deep inside my soaked cunt, pumping roughly while I bucked and drooled helplessly. Every moan came out as a muffled, broken sound. Spit ran down my neck and over my aching tits as he finger banged me harder, slapping my clit until my legs shook. He pulled the gag just long enough to ram his cock down my throat, then strapped it back in, leaving me choking on my own spit and precum. Bound, gagged, and used that’s exactly what I am. A brainless, dripping whore for my Master Beast. By the time he finally pulled the gag out, my jaw was sore, my face was covered in spit and tears, and my cunt was throbbing. I’d never been wetter.

 

 

Bondage whore mommy Jessica gets used

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After hanging out at the pool all afternoon with my son, I went inside to cool off. I accidentally passed out on the bed wearing nothing but my string bikini. At some point, my son came inside and saw me all laid out and barely covered. My sexy body and big tits were too hot for him to resist.

I didn’t wake up when he slipped the looped ropes around my wrists and secured me to the headboard. He was careful enough not to wake me while he was tying my ankles to each bed post either. I didn’t even know that he was in the room with me until I felt his lips press against mine.

His hard dick pressed against my pussy as I woke up in a panic. He told me to calm down and shut up and then kept kissing me and caressing my body. He started telling me how he could tell that I wanted him and that he knew I was a freak by the books that I had been reading.

I wanted to deny everything and push him away but I was tied to the bed with his hand clasped firmly over my mouth. His free hand pulled my bikini bottom to the side and his hard dick pounded deep into my cunt. I couldn’t hide how wet my pussy got when he started fucking me.

When he felt the wave of cunt juice soak his cock, he looked at me with a smirk. “Cum for me Mommy.” he groaned in my ear while slamming his dick in and out of my hot cunt. I couldn’t control the way my eyes rolled back or the way my pussy squirted all over his dick.

That’s how I ended up tied to the bed, used up with my own son’s cum leaking from my cunt.

 

Jacqueline Meets a New Master For BDSM Phone Sex

bdsm phone sex jacquelinePutting your trust in someone for some BDSM phone sex, you are handing them your body, mind and soul.  As I did recently to a local guy that I heard had a magical cock and liked whores that were into bondage. I met up with him and he immediately told me to get on my knees and beg for the outfit he needed me in. “Call me master and nothing else, do you understand slut?:

“Yes master.” I said sheepishly on my knees as he handed me the outfit.

I took the outfit and with his permission put on my latex skimpy bathing suit like piece. It had holes where the nipples, cunt and ass were.  It rode up every crevice of what little skin it covered.  With it, he included some fish net over the knee stockings and high heel shoes.

I came out and headed to the bedroom, the outfit riding up the area around my cunt, giving me some excitement. He told me to lay spread eagle on his bed as he tied me to the posts,  He teased my pussy with his flogger. He clipped nipple clamps on my hard nipples, tighter than I had ever felt.  The pain radiated from my nipples throughout my body but eventally came out in the middle of my cunt right at the clit.  Like the nerves took on the pain and changed it to pleasure as it ran through the rest of the blood vessels in my body.

Next was the clamp for my clit, he went down and started licking and biting.  He put down hard on my clit then slapped me with the floggers and licked my cunt again.  What a crazy mix of feelings running through my body.  Wow!

He next took away my senses putting a mask on my face and stuffing my mouth with  a ball gag.  Spit running down my face, he starts rubbing his hard cock around my lips, then slaps me harder than ever while tugging on the three chains.

To be continued…

Submissive Sex is All a Slave Knows

submissive sexSubmissive sex is really all I know. I’ve never been on equal footing with a man. Not sure at this point in my life I want to be either. Now my current master and I do not have a typical sexual relationship. We fuck.  Maybe not as much as we once did because of his age. But usually when we do fuck, I’m bound and gagged in some sort of strange position. We don’t make love. We fuck.

But the fucking usually comes later. Bondage and spanking serve as foreplay to him. Back in the day when, he could spank my bare ass and pop a chubby. Now he needs to spank my bare ass and pop a Viagra before he can pop the chubby. Or I need to give him a prostate milking to get his old dick hard.

However, last night he did not need a Viagra. Not sure what came over him, but he got an erect cock tying my naked body up. Now he’s tied my body up naked many times without that same reaction. So, I asked myself what seemed different about this bondage encounter. And the difference seemed to be an audience.

 He spanked me in front of some of the members of his BDSM club. First, he tied me up in front of them to show them some rope moves. With my tits tied up like torpedoes and rope around my ass and legs like chaps, he decided to get in some spanks too. Honestly, I think those guys watching him, made his dick hard.

Sometimes, I am Surprised What Gets My Master’s Old Dick Hard

Master has never been one for voyeurism necessarily or exhibitionism either. As a married man and a pillar of his community, I think he worries about optics. But in a BDSM club with younger men just like him, he didn’t worry about the optics. So, after the demonstration on how to tie a woman up and spank her, he showed them how to fuck a submissive whore.

He bent me over a saw a horse, tied my arms under it, and my ankles to the legs. And then he got on a little step stool, pulled his cock out and fucked me in the ass. It felt like he found his mojo. No Viagra. Three times the age of any of those guys watching us. Twice my age. But either he likes the praise he receives from the younger generation, or he just likes the idea of his minions watching him. The bondage club is like fight club and the number one rule is you never talk about what happens in fight club.

I’ll take it. Not needing to wait four hours for a blue pill to kick in so I can get fucked felt amazing. It’s been a while since master fucked me. And occasionally he has fucked me in front of one person, but this was six. And six men a quarter of his age, no less. The only thing that ruined the night was that he offered me up to those six other guys to fuck me too. So, I became a gangbang whore, tied up to a sawhorse while my master recuperated and watched his minions fuck his prized pony.

Jacqueline Gets Off In Bondage Phone Sex

Bondage phone sex is natural to submissive little whores like myself. Being tied up and beaten in bondage play can be an intense experience, especially when it involves water sports. As I lay bound on the bed, my heart races with anticipation of what’s to come. The ropes dig into my skin but they only add to the excitement as you approach me with a wicked grin on your face. You tease me by running your fingers over my body before stopping at my wet cunt lips that are already glistening from arousal alone.

You lean down close enough for our breaths to mingle and whisper dirty words against my ear while tracing circles around one hardened nipple through the restraints holding me captive – sending shivers down spine despite myself! Then suddenly there’s a splash…you have filled a bucket full of ice cold water which you proceed pour onto sensitive areas like breasts or stomach making sure not miss any spot including between legs where waves upon wave crash against clit causing unbearable pleasure mixed amongst painful sensations brought about by rough handling during this intimate encounter.

bondage phone sex My pussy juices flow freely now drenching both us as we continue playing out these twisted fantasies together leaving behind trails markings reminding us both just how far gone we truly were in those moments spent exploring each other’s darkest desires under moonlit skies above rustling sheets below..

The cold water feels like a shock to my system, but it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through my body. As you continue your assault on me with both fists and words, I can’t help but moan in delight. Every strike of your hand against my flesh sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, making my cunt even wetter than before.

You lean down again and this time instead of ice-cold water you bring forth something warm – your mouth! You kiss along the line where rope meets skin while simultaneously teasing one nipple between finger and thumb causing an almost unbearable mix between pain and pleasure that has me squirming beneath you in ecstasy! Your tongue darts out tracing patterns over hot flesh as if painting a masterpiece only visible by moonlight casting shadows across our entwined forms below rustling sheets above…