I like hardcore fucking in soft, fluffy handcuffs. I don’t care what is done to me as long as I have those handcuffs on me. The first person who fucked me like this was my father. He was a kinky motherfucker who loved to make me his bitch. Since I was a teen, he got me hooked on BDSM and worshiping him as my Master. He fucked me into submission every night, putting me in these fluffy, pink handcuffs that he got from the sex store. He whipped me, choked me and even tried to waterboard me with his piss. It got to the point that he could control me at any time. I didn’t even try to tell my Mom about what we were doing (not that she would be able to believe her daughter could be such a nasty whore). When he wanted me, he could get me with the snap of his finger, putting me in those pink handcuffs that I always loved.
Tag: bondage and submission
Bondage and Submission Whore Gets Brutally Whipped
I am a bondage and submission whore. You do not need to bind me to get me to bend to your ways, however. Most men in my life know I will always submit. They just like to tie me up and watch me suffer sometimes. Master is part owner in a bondage club. He has left his stake to me in his will. One day, I will own half of a BDSM club. That will help me financially when I am no longer working with him or maybe I get too old to do phone sex. I am an owned whore, but I have a very benevolent master. We love each other. And, if I had met him before he got married, no doubt I would be his wife. The problem was that I was only in diapers when he met his wife. He is over 20 years older than me. But he takes good care of his submissive whore. I can go to the club anytime I want. I do not need an escort because all the men at the club know me as the owner’s prized pony. That makes me coveted by many male patrons. I am allowed to let anyone of them use me if they do not cum inside me or leave any kinds of marks on my body other than rope burns. Hal understood the rules. He knew what was at stake if he violated any of them. Apparently, he did not care. He got escorted out of the club and banned for life. While we were in one of the sex rooms, he tied me up to a St. Andrew’s cross. There was some light flogging to start. But as he whipped me, I could see him getting aroused. He liked my pain a little too much and broke the skin. I was screaming for help because he wanted to tear all the flesh from my bones. Those were his words, not mine. The cavalry came and I ended up in the ER. To protect the club, and its owners, I never mentioned the club. I told the hospital that I was a bondage whore and a guy I met on Tinder got too rough with me. It is only a little white lie. Even as sore as I am today, I must protect my master and his interests as best as I can.
Students Destroy Teacher’s Holes and Use Her as a Cum Rag
One memory that will never leave my mind is when I was kidnapped and used as a sex slave for a bunch of teens. I was their instructor, and I had given each of them a failing grade in my class. They warned me that there would be consequences for giving them those grades. I didn’t think anything of it as I thought they wouldn’t have dared hurt me. One day, when I was pumping gas in my car, someone came up behind me and blindfolded me. Another scooped up my legs and they took me to their car. They had nowhere to take me, so they drove out to a field and forced me to strip naked. Those students tied me up tight with rope and then they publicly took turns fantasy raping me. This was punishment, they said, for giving them terrible grades. It was their right to take revenge on me. By the time they were done, my body was covered in cum, all of my holes were sore and red from the abuse, and I was left on the side of the road for anyone else to come and use me.


















