Bondage and submission is my life. I am either tied up or submitting to some man. I am still trying to heal my bruised psyche from being forced to entertain a barn yard last week. Master has been in a foul mood lately. He lost a big case. A case he worked years on too. Lots of billable hours wasted. It was a class action suit against a pharmaceutical company. The plaintiffs ended up settling for a fraction of what they could have received if the case had gone to court, but they got desperate for money. I said, I understood and that pissed master off. I know what it is like to be desperate for money. You will make unwise decisions to keep food on the table and a roof over your head. All Master saw was a loss of significant income to his already lined pockets. I was punished for my comment. Not the traditional spanking punishment either. He stripped me naked, tied me up and tossed me in a supply closet. I hate the dark and I am claustrophobic. It felt like I was in their for hours but it was only about 20 minutes when he opened the door. He was not alone. He had a few janitors with him. He told them it was their lucky day because they could do anything they wanted to me. Master told them that his submissive slut needed punished. They gang banged me on the floor. My hands and feet were bound while fat balding toilet cleaners fucked me. Master was giving me a message that I was even below the janitors. They pissed on me too because master let them know that I was the one toilet they didn’t have to clean. Just when I thought I couldn’t be humiliated any more. I was wrong.
Tag: bondage and submission
Bondage Whore Bernice
When you are a bondage whore, life can be unpredictable. I go to fetish clubs often. Master doesn’t mind because fetish clubs are rarely about fucking and I maintain my submissive nature. I just went home with the wrong man. Story of my life. It has happened before and will happen again. Harry was a dominant master. He is looking for a new sub. His last one moved for work. I have seen him at this bondage club often. He was always with a pretty blonde. When I saw him alone last night, I put myself in his eyesight. I wanted him to tie me up. I knew he was a rope expert. We got a room. He was not a big talker, but he did bind me like a parcel package. I felt like a contortionist. He had me in some unnatural positions. When the club closed, he suggested we go to his place. He knew I was owned, and we could not fuck. He didn’t want to fuck me. I was too old for his tastes. He likes a young submissive whore, but he had no problem perfecting his already excellent bondage skills with me. He tied me up so securely, I couldn’t move without fear of breaking a bone. He excused himself to use the bathroom and never came back until the next morning. He left me tied up tightly on a guest bed while he slept. I pissed the bed. I was dying of thirst and I was cold. When he came back the next morning, he had to cut the ropes because even he could not undo the knots. I had rope burns on my wrists and my ankles. I could barely walk when I left. He gave me his card and suggested we do it again. I took his card, but in my head, I was saying hell no as I ran out his door.
My Master’s Entertainment
I know that I belong to my Master. So, when he tells me that my body is to be used and abused by his friends for entertainment I simply obey. Secretly I enjoy it, truly I do. I love to be spanked and degraded and fucked furiously by as many men at a time as I can. I would never let him know that though. One morning he told me that I was to go get my body waxed, hair done, douche my snatch and enema my shit hole. I knew I was in for a treat. I did exactly as I was instructed and when he examined my body he was pleased. We rode to his lodge and he told me to undress. I undressed and stood there with my head down as I am not worthy to look at these men’s faces. They bound me with ropes and left me there as they drank, ate and partied. Soon my Master came over to me and announced that all my holes were open to do with what they pleased. I felt my heart flutter and then I felt my pussy getting wet. They didn’t even take turns, they ravaged me like a pack of animals. They used my tits to suck on, bite, whip and piss on. They smacked my face, squirted their cum on my face and pulled my mouth wide open as they rammed their dicks inside. They spanked my ass so hard it was numb. They fucked my ass hard, filling it with their loads each time, they inserted dildos, candles, cigarettes and broom handles. The tore my pussy up. It was bit, beat, fucked and burned. By the time they were finished my entire body was covered with cum and piss. I would never let my master know but I had so many orgasms that I lost count. My body will need to recover but my insatiable appetite for orgasms was fulfilled.
My DP Fuck Machine Punishment
I want to be a strong woman, but I am nothing but a submissive whore. I have found that I like the pain. I like pleasing my master, I like bringing him joy. I deserve every punishment that he has for me. I also have an insatiable appetite for orgasms. I have so much trouble keeping my hands off my master’s pussy. I often don’t ask permission before I play with it. And for that I know I will be punished, and I know that I must learn. I was caught by master pleasuring myself and he yanked me up by my hair and drug me to the punishment room. He pulled down my bra, attached clamps to my nipples and began pulling tightly until tears fell from my eyes. He then added weights to them. Next, he stuffed a ball gag in my mouth and tied my arms behind me. He left me there in pain while he retrieved his special punishment. I was in so much pain and my nipples were numb. My arms were bound so tightly that I could barely feel them. He walked in the room wheeling behind him and extreme DP fucking machine. He positioned me on top of it and turned it on. It was on a variety setting and with every turn on of the motor I did not know how long or hard that dildo would be rammed into my pussy. To add humiliation to my punishment he turned on the webcam to allow all his friends to watch as I was fucked nonstop for hours. I continued with orgasm after orgasm until my pussy was raw. He still didn’t stop the machine. He turned off the lights and left me there, with only the humming of the machine to think about how I had displeased my master.
Submissive Phone Sex Whore Gets Punished
A submissive phone sex whore can get into trouble easily. Master has been pissed with me for a couple weeks now. He is older and not capable of punishing me as hard as he thinks I deserve. I thought I had gotten off easy with some spankings, but when I came back to work, he was still pissed. A man came in for an appointment. I did a legal intake assuming he was there for legal representation, but he was there for me. Master had hired a surrogate punisher and he looked mean. I almost pissed myself. Master came out and greeted the man who was about to torture me. They are both part of an underground BDSM club. My surrogate punisher came prepared with anal torture devices. I was in trouble. Master didn’t see me slip a pill in my mouth. Two pills. My migraine prevention medicine is also used as a sleeping pill. I took double the dosage to help me not feel the pain as much. I bent over master’s desk naked. First, I got paddled. A fraternity wood paddle packs a punch. That was followed by an anal hook. I tried not to cry, but even drugged, I was in pain. I had to stay bound to the desk, naked with a hook in my ass which was tied to the ceiling fan so that any movement on my part would tear my ass. Seven hours in a painful bondage and submission position taught me the lesson that master’s bare hand did not. Always follow master’s rules.
Submissive Whore Christmas
I am going to have a submissive whore Christmas. I have a few weeks off from my master and my paralegal job; however, I am never off duty from being a submissive. I decided to go to a Christmas party. The party is thrown every year by this S & M couple well known in the underground BDSM world. They own many of the fetish clubs. Women could attend solo, but men needed a slave. I think the reasoning behind that is that the men needed someone to vouch for them to protect the safety of the female slaves. They are a kinky couple, but true lifestyle BDSMers. They use safe words and don’t cross certain limits like breaking bones and drawing blood. I dressed up as a sexy Mrs. Claus. I felt like I was cheating on master, but no one at this party would rat me out. I wanted to get spanked and fucked, maybe even tied up too. Since there were no single men there, I had to ask for permission from a woman to let her dom use me. I found a couple that didn’t appear to be together. I think she brought a friend who was exploring his bad ass side. He was happy to explore bondage and submission with me. I was his willing slave, but I did have to tell him what to do. It was clear he had never even dabbled in the BDSM world before. He made me worship his cock first. I was happy to be skull fucked. I almost puked on his dick. Been a while since I had that big of a dick down my throat. He wanted to ass fuck me too. Nothing I couldn’t handle, or so I thought. His cock was thick, and my ass is tight for a slave. He rammed his dick in my back door balls deep making me yelp. He got into giving me a hardcore ass fucking. He used me better than most masters do. I am still sore from the pounding he gave me. I am seeing him again tonight for some Christmas Eve rough sex. Please, don’t tell on me.















