Submissive Whore will do anything you like…sometimes. Not always but sometimes. At the same time, if I submit and suddenly don’t listen, will you then punish me. Like really bad. I would like that very much. Come and do it for me. Punish me perhaps.
How would you like to punish me? Perhaps you should tell me how you will punish me. It hurt me just a little bit. Or a lot of bits. Whips and chains get me excited. Oops did I think about doing a switch-a-roo. Role reversal. What do you think? You get tied up. I bet you will like it.
Bondage Submission is another way that we get to play. Play time is now. Who will be bound and who will be submitting. Come one come all to the festival of fools. Playing is the most important part of the festival.
Like all around the world we got the submissives that like to be hurt. I am one of them. How will you hurt me? Tell me now. Maybe I will be a good little fuck slut whore and you can command me.
Get me wet.
Tag: bondage and submission
Submissive Slut’s Gangbang Fantasy
🍆 My Cum-Eating, Bondage Adventure 🍆
I never thought I’d be this fucking filthy, begging for cum and submitting to total strangers. But here I am, a fuckin’ submissive slut, and I fucking love it!
When I told my bitch-ass boyfriend about my gangbang fantasy, he thought I was joking. But I was dead serious. I wanted to be a cum-guzzling, bondage-loving whore, and I was gonna make it happen.
I got myself all dressed up in lace, like a fuckin’ present for a gang of horny men. The room was lit with candles, and my pussy was dripping with anticipation. These guys walked in, all hung like horses, and I knew I was in for a wild ride.
I kissed and teased, sucked and fucked, letting each one of them use me like the slut I am. I lost count of how many cocks I took, but I didn’t care. Each one made me feel more alive, more submissive, and more eager to please.
As I looked over at my boyfriend, his eyes were glued to the action, his dick probably aching with jealousy. But this wasn’t his show, it was mine. I was the star, the submissive slut who was gonna eat every drop of cum and love every second of it.
And you know what? I fuckin’ loved it. I was in control, choosing who got to pound my holes and when. It was empowering as hell. Now, I can’t wait for the next gangbang. I’m gonna be the ultimate cum-eating, bondage-loving slut, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me!
Submissive Whore Jacqueline Enters The Dungeon
Dressed in a revealing outfit that left little to the imagination – fishnet stockings covering every inch of my long legs; a corset pushing up my huge bulging out tits; garter belts holding on thigh-high stilettos – I made my way through the crowd until he spotted me across the room. His eyes were like fire as he took me in slowly from head to toe before nodding once towards one of his friends who led me discreetly towards him through winding hallways lit only by candles flickering softly against red walls adorned with leather straps hanging off hooks waiting for someone’s flesh beneath them later tonight.
Inside his private back room, he wasted no time in asserting his dominance over me. He stripped me bare with his gaze before ordering me to kneel before him on the cold stone floor. My heart raced as I obeyed without question; this was exactly what I had been craving all along. He fucked the shit out of me shoving ball gags in my mouth, tying and belting me up so I could barely move. It was enough to make my pussy squirt over and over. His throbbing cock going in and out of my holes was exhilirating. Could feel the warm cum dripping out of my cunt, it was hot!
As the sun began to rise, he released me from my bondage restrai ts and allowed me to clean up. He handed me a robe and led me out of his chambers, leaving behind an indelible mark on my soul. I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together; he had claimed me as his whore, and I would gladly serve him for as long as he desired.
Extreme bondage allows me to surrender to your torture
Extreme bondage brings me to some very dark places. I love the rush of fear right before I submit. This last time, really sent shivers down my spine. Chains and ropes hung from the ceiling, and the scent of blood hung in the air.
Master stood in the center of the room, his muscular frame illuminated by the flickering light of a single candle. His eyes raked over my body, taking in my expensive suit and high heels, and I could see the hunger in his gaze.
“You’re late,” he growled, his voice deep and commanding.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I replied, my voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait to get here.”
He stepped closer, his fingers tracing a path down my cheek before tightening in my hair. “You know what I want from you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
I nodded, my throat dry. “Yes, Master. I’m ready.”
He led me over to a bench, pushing me down so that I was bent over, my ass in the air. I felt the cool metal of the chains as they were wrapped around my wrists and ankles, securing me in place.
He ran his hands over my body, his touch sending waves of pleasure and pain through me. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and I knew that he was enjoying this as much as I was.
He pulled out a flogger, the strands made of soft leather. He ran it over my skin, teasing me before bringing it down hard on my ass. I cried out, the pain soaked my pussy as he continued to rain blows down on me.
He moved behind me, his fingers tracing a path down my spine before he plunged into me. I moaned, my body trembling as he thrust into me, harder and harder. I wanted to cum so bad but as his Bondage whore I needed to ask permission.
He pulled out, and I could feel the cold metal of a plug as he pushed it into me. I gasped, my body tensing as he secured it in place. I knew then I couldn’t ask to cum for a while.
He reached for a crop, the tip made of hard plastic. He ran it over my skin, before bringing it down hard on my breasts. I cried out, the pain sharp and intense.
Master continued to rain blows down on me, my body trembling and sweating. The pain he was inflicting made my pussy beg to cum. I could feel myself slipping away, my mind lost in apre-cum haze.
He finally stopped, and I could feel him standing over me, his breath hot on my skin. He reached down, untying the ropes and chains that held me in place.
I stood up, my body sore and trembling. He pulled me close, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness.
“Yes, Master,” I replied, my voice filled with submission.
He led me over to a bed, pushing me down onto the mattress. He climbed on top of me, his body pinning me in place.
He thrust into me, hard and fast. I cried out, “Please Master, can I cum, I need to cum!”
He just laughed, kept fucking me harder, and at that point, I couldn’t help myself and soaked his cock with my pussy juice. Then he shot a load inside me and said “Now you are really gonna pay whore!”

















