Jessica the jizz rag whore is here to serve as your submissive slut. I’m just another worthless set of cum holes that grew up getting used like a fuck toy by every man in my life and became obsessed with cock. Same story, different slut. Let’s not waste time on the details of how I became an owned whore or why I’m so well trained and know my place as a submissive, cum bucket. We can get straight into how you’re going to use my filthy fuck holes for your pleasure. Master prefers to fuck me while I’m tied up and can’t get away from him but, you can take my holes however you want. I’m well used but still tight enough to squeeze your dick and take your nut. Just like Master promised, you’ll have no limits access to my body and will be able to force fuck my cunt, ass and face along with all of the friends you invite to use me. Once you rent me and he drops me off, you have full control over what happens to me and how I’m allowed to react to it. It doesn’t matter if I’m getting slapped across the face while your friends ream my pussy and asshole with their huge, hard dicks. I know that my place is to serve as an obedient whore even when my cunt and shit hole are being stretched and destroyed over and over again. Even when my worn out pussy and ass are gaped, filled to the brim and oozing with sticky cum, I’ll eagerly serve you with a smile on my slut face. I would get into serious trouble if master knew how wet I’m getting at the thought of being used up by you and every dick you know.
Tag: bondage and submission
Bondage Whore Bernice Spent Most of Her Life Tied Up
The life of a bondage whore is never dull. I have probably spent most of my life tied up. In fact, I might argue that I’ve spent more time tied up than not. Almost my entire teenage years my father had me tied to my bed. I had very little freedom. Although I escaped him, I never escaped being tied up.
My master loves to tie me up. In fact, we met in a bondage club in New York City when I was in my early 20s. And now he owns his own BDSM club. And he teaches classes to a younger generation of men who want to someday have their own rope bunny to play with.
Master summoned me to his club this weekend because he needed a rope bunny to demonstrate different knots to his class of future masters. Although I’m not a fan of some of these younger men because they seem more misogynistic and just cruel compared to men of my master’s generation. I like old school masters. But as a submissive whore, I do as I am told.
This one guy who is 26 and in law school, is the grandson of one of my master’s partners in the BDSM club. So, he gets special attention. Master wanted me to spend quality time with the boy in one of the private rooms so he could master his rope techniques. Again, I do as I am told. But this boy scared me. Just something in his eyes told me he hated women. A rich boy who can have anything he wants. even women, because of his money. And those types of men I fear the most because they know their money buys them out of trouble.
Younger Men Seemed Filled with Hate for Mature Slaves
This boy did more than just practice his rope moves with me. He brutalized my ass too. Master did not say anything to him about molesting me or fucking me. Master lent me out just as a rope bunny so the boy could practice his skills. But he had other things on his mind besides bondage. Master never lent me out much before because he didn’t trust other people with his prized pony.
I tried fighting this strong and angry young man, but he just slapped me hard. I fell and landed on the floor with a thud. Then he started kicking me. I knew master did not approve of any of this, but I feared if I told him what this boy did, he might lose the club. How does a boy his age get so filled with such rage against a woman. What started out as him exploring bondage positions turned into him exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for a red headed MILF.
When we emerged from the VIP room, master knew something had happened. He could see my tear stained cheeks and the bruise appearing on my cheek. But I told him, I tripped. I’ve been a submissive slave my entire life. Although it would be nice to have a master who did not lend me out to psychopathic boys, when it happens, I suck it up. This is not my first rodeo and it won’t be my last period
Bondage whore is a rope bunny who needs to suffer
Bondage whore like me always craves the rope; it’s the sweet agony of surrender. I was born to be bound, to be at the mercy of a dominant master who will push me to my limits and beyond.
Thick ropes digging into my skin is a release for me. The rough fibers chafe against my tender flesh as I’m hoisted up into the air, helpless and exposed. For a true rope bunny like myself, there’s no pleasure quite like the sting of raw skin and the knowledge that I’m entirely at the mercy of my captor.
I serve my master with gusto, eager to please however he sees fit. Whether it’s a harsh flogging or a deep, throaty blowjob, I’m always ready to his beatings.
There’s something primal about being bound by sturdy twine, about feeling those coils constrict around my limbs and torso, limiting my range of motion until I’m nothing more than a helpless, writhing toy for my master to play with.
I can feel the tension building in my muscles as I strain against the ropes, the subtle give of my skin as the fibers bite into me. It’s a living, breathing thing, this Hardcore bondage desire for rope, a constant ache that only a mean dominant master can satisfy.





















