A cheating whore like me always deserves to be punished more and more to be thrown into bondage and submission without a choice. It’s not just my guilt its also just how things are. I deserve to feel pain, and I should, I want you to inflict it on this poor body of mine. I want to be stripped of all excuses I could possibly give, and have to come clean because you split me open so hard there’s irrefutable evidence. Sure I could claim it was something else, maybe I got pinned down outside of a shopping plaza and ravaged until my insides were quivering and my body was as unfit for his use as it was filled with cum. Sure I could have been wandering through a park for some mid-day air when I got dropped to my knees and had my face fucked and used by some hard cock. My bondage whore airway struggling, my whole body moving into it out of pure fear, my palms on their legs so I could control some of the tempo and ensure it was over quick. Sure, I could have been at a club with a friend when I got grabbed from behind. The dark light not letting me figure out who it was, my short skirt lifted before I knew what was going on. He could have used me to the beat of the rapid music, my moans and cries for help drowned out by the strobe lights and deafening music beating through our hearts. I’ve even given some of those excuses before, my husband thinks I get taken advantage of a lot, like I’m a beacon for predators to come and use me for their whims. How many times do you think I can get away with that before he starts to wonder about the consent part of my claims? I doubt it’s very many more times, so abuse me, hurt me, bring me one step closer to a crashing burn with Erotic BDSM stories.
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Bondage Whore Bernice Hates Pissing Sex, But No One Cares
I love being a bondage whore. I do not like to be one with just anyone though. My dad? Never. He left me tied to a bed for 10 hours a day, making me sit in my own piss. I was not a fan of that. My master? I love being his office whore. He ties me to my desk chair, and I still must do work, which is a challenge. But with master, if I must pee, he lets me go to the bathroom or if I am being punished, I must pee in a cup which is better than sitting in your own piss. Men other than my master? It is a gamble. I am allowed to go to this bondage club that master owns a stake in. Everyone there knows I am an owned bitch. Sometimes, men I meet at the club take his submissive whore home. Not to fuck. I am mot permitted to fuck men. Even though many men have tried to fuck me, I always assume it is a loyalty test or something. So, I follow the rules. This guy last night was not interested in fucking me. He was, however, interested in tying me up like a package for hours. I love being tied up because of the vulnerability, but I do not want to be tied up indefinitely. And I do not want to be left for God knows how long. He was with me for a couple hours. He was chugging ice-tea and lemonade so he could piss on me. I was on my floor, bound and gagged, and now covered in piss. Master pisses on my occasionally, but it is mostly on accident because he has old prostate issues. This guy was young and clearly into things like golden showers phone sex. He left me there. My daughter found me in the morning when she got up for school. Did she help me? Nope. She took pictures, laughed at me and told me I smelled like a Porta-Potty. The life of a subby whore is never boring.
Submissive Sex Made Me A P-Mommy!

I know it was submissive sex that led me down the path of becoming a p-mommy who whores out her precious daughters. I knew the first time I was dominated by a real master that I would give anything I had to feel the sweet release of submission. That moment was so pivotal in my journey to becoming a hopeless bondage whore because I had no thoughts of motherhood in my head… I never thought I’d end up tied up on my bed watching my oldest daughter get her underaged cunt stuffed full of cock. She was right across the foot of my bed getting used like a fuck toy for master and all I can do I watch. My cunt was dripping into my panties because master was watching me, he looked me right in my eyes while he made my daughter a submissive whore, just like me…
Slave training whore is in need of a good trainer
I’m sitting at the bus stop waiting for my boyfriend to arrive, he’s thirty minutes late and I continue to wait like a good slut. You see me and think that I would be a good whore from some slave training. You approach me and begin to play with my hair and feel all over me while asking what I’m doing there all alone. I tell you I’m waiting for someone… “Oh sweetie, no one’s coming to get you. Do you really think he’s going to come pick up a whore after he has already gotten what he wanted from you?” You speak. You offer to take me home with since I’ve got nowhere to go while touching all over my responding breasts. I agree and go home with you. You tell me I’m your new slave and that from now on I’ll be your new bondage and submission whore. When we get to your home you make me bark like a dog and get on all fours while walking me around the house in a leash and collar. You tell me to spread my legs and show you everything I have to offer. I do. I spread my legs and rub my tight twat, going faster and faster. Oh! That feels so good. I feel myself on the edge as I start to look at my master in desperation. I beg you for permission to come. “Please master, please! I need it!” You cruelly laugh and tell me that good whores don’t beg to cum, they cum only when their master tells them too. You introduce me into cock worshiping, I suck and lick and deepthroat your huge cock. I’m your shiny brand new toy that will never say no to anything you have me do. I’m then forced to lick your ass whole. I give you a deep rim job and think about how humiliated and what a slut I am. I like being your tied up whore and I want more.


















