Submissive whore mommy Jessica is patiently waiting for Daddy to get home. I’ve been a naughty slut and word got back to Daddy that I was sucking dick without his permission. I know that I’m going to be punished when he gets home and I have to admit that although it turns me on, it’s so humiliating when he punishes me. It’s embarrassing when he bends me over his knee and spanks me like I’m a little girl. I try not to let Daddy see me crying but the sting of his hand across my bare ass brings tears to my eyes with every strike. He knows that and he makes sure that I can feel how powerful and strong he is through his blows across my ass. He keeps me on the verge of tears but brings me right back by rubbing my little pussy and teasing me. It’s humiliating when he makes me stand in the corner with my back to him after he spanks me. He strokes his big, hard cock and comments on the bright red hand prints across my skin. He always asks if I’ve learned my lesson yet and the answer is always “yes sir” even though we both know that he’ll have to continue to punish me the entire time that he owns me. This time, Daddy knew that a spanking was just the start of the punishment that I deserved. He stood me in the corner after he spanked me and scolded me for a while. Then, he made me bend over and grab my ankles. I thought that he would just beat my ass with his thick, leather belt like he usually does but instead, he shoved his rock hard dick into my ass and started force fucking me with no lube or anything. I knew better than to cry or scream but it really hurt the way he reamed my dry asshole. My hole prolapsed around his huge dick but Daddy didn’t give a fuck. His only goals were to punish me and to shoot his load so he kept thrusting in and out until he did. He busted his load and then made me lick him clean before standing me back in the corner to think more about what I had done.
Tag: bondage and submission
Vicious Pleasure: A Submissive Whore’s Torment
Being the willing whore that I am, I yearned for my Master’s touch. Bound and helpless, I awaited his devious plans with a dripping wetness between my legs. And boy, did he deliver!He started with a whip, leaving my back a mesh of red stings. I cried out in pleasure, begging for more. Master knew just how to push my buttons, torturing me with deliciously vicious strikes.
But that was only the beginning. He moved down my body, piercing my delicate flesh with sharp claws. The pain was exquisite, driving me wild with desire. I was his to command, and the thought of it made me soaked.His heavy thrusts soon followed, each one making me see stars. He fucked me mercilessly, using me as his personal sex doll. The filthier he talked, the harder I came.
But Master had more tricks up his sleeve. A hard gag was buckled into my mouth, silencing my moans, though it couldn’t muffle my desperate pleas for more. Yes, more! Give me your nasty, hard cock! Fuck me like the whore I am!He granted my wish, and I felt his meaty Cock stretch me to new limits. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, sending me into a blissful abyss.
I was his submissive slut, and this was my idea of a perfect night—being tortured, fucked, and used.
Use me, Master!
The Brunette’s Bondage: A Nasty Narrative
As a brunette beauty, I exude a different kind of allure, a dark and mysterious charm that beckons dominate males. My hair is a beacon, attracting the most sadistic of masters. I’m not just a possession—I’m an obsession.My current owner is no different. He found me, a stray ready to be tamed, and put a collar around my neck. To the world, I’m a submissive slave, but to him, I’m his prized possession, his personal whore.
I’m often left bound and gagged, awaiting his return. The click of his boots signals my reward, and IArch my back in anticipation. He relishes in my helplessness, taking advantage of my vulnerable state.His hands explore my body, and his lips leave marks where they touch. I’m his canvas, and he’s the artist, painting me with bruises and bite marks. The pain is a symphony, a precursor to the main event.
He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he thrusts his thick, pulsing cock down my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t care, using my mouth as his personal playground. My eyes water, but the tears only add to his pleasure. The brunette in me emerges as I take his abuse, craving more. I’m a nasty little slut, and I love it when he treats me like one. My pussy drips with anticipation, and my ass twitches, eager for his invasion.