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Slave Training for the Workplace

Slave trainingThey walked into the office, and I knew I was in trouble. They were 2 of Master’s friends, and I knew well enough that when they came around, Master wasn’t going to be far behind. I thought about trying to get up and run, but I knew that would only make matters worse. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve punishment, but for Master to send them by my job, even so close to the end of the day, meant it was bad. They bound me to the chair I was seated in, and then proceeded to slowly cut my clothes off, shirt, then bra, then skirt. They left my panties whole, and I wondered if that was at Master’s bidding. When Master walked in, the scowl on his face told me I’d done fucked up. His crop was in his right hand, and I even noticed that it wasn’t his favorite crop – it was the well-worn, well-used crop that he liked to punish his slaves with. He didn’t just walk over to me, either. He walked to my boss’s office, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of them talking behind that door, they both walked out. The humiliation of my boss seeing me all but naked compounded the situation. Master explained that my boss had called the house and left a voicemail with a complaint about my forgetting something when I had left the day before. It was important, and I’d apologized to my boss when he’d approached me about it this morning. I sat there and looked directly at Master’s feet, knowing anything else was unacceptable. He took that crop and swung it, hitting me across the shoulders. He smacked each breast, the inside and outside of each thigh, and right across my tummy. I was welted everywhere. I knew I’d never do that again…

Erotic bondage stories with Caitlin

Erotic bondage storiesMaster had been pretty strict lately and been a lot more rough than usual, but I loved it. I loved being treated like nothing but a no good whore. More than anything, I love being Master’s little whore. He had me dress up like a slut, put a gag in my mouth and tied me up. I loved being tied up and feeling restricted, it made sex even hotter! Master was just staring at me standing there. Seeing me looking like a slut and all tied up was making him hard and I could see it peeking through his pants. Master forced me onto my knees and took my gag out so I could suck on his huge cock. He grabbed my hair and started forcing me down on him. Making me choke and puke on him a little, master liked it when I was a little nasty slut and puked on his dick then licked it all off. He told me to lay on the ground and got on top of me, my pussy was already so wet his cock just glided in and it felt so good. I loved feeling master balls deep inside of myself, his big cock was definitely my favorite. He kept thrusting and thrusting and I was moaning louder and louder and knew I was gonna cum. I asked master for permission and he said I’d been a good slut so it was allowed. As soon as those words came out my pussy started contracting around him. It was so tight and I felt him starting to cum, he worked his cock out and watched as his cum dripped out of me.

Abducted

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I woke up somewhere strange with my arms tied behind my back. Completely naked aside from my panties, I wiggled and writhed trying to break free from my restraints, or at least to sit up right to get a better look at my surroundings. I was on a bed in someone’s home, I could tell. And my legs were not tied! This was good, maybe I could escape. My stirring was heard, though, as a man walked in. His face was covered by his hat and bandana and he was holding a strange metal contraption in his hand. Cowering, I asked to be set free. He scoffed before grabbing me by the throat and pushing me back onto the bed. Holding me down, he attached the metal contraption to my head, putting it in my mouth. My jaw was locked in place, wide open! I couldn’t shut it no matter how hard I tried! Tears streamed down my face as he yanked me back up by my hair and stood behind me as he pinched and twisted my nipples. He gave me no mercy, no matter how hard I cried and yelped. I fell to my knees, the pain overwhelming me. Now in front of me, he firmly gripped each side of my head and began to fuck my throat. Gagging, I fought for air as he sunk into my face, balls deep. His cock was so huge, my throat could barely squeeze it in. When he was about to finish, he smacked me hard. I fell onto the ground as he straddled me and jerked each drop onto my face and into my mouth which was still being forced to stay open.

Bondage and Submission at Work

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is my life. I am always giving in and getting tied up, especially at work. My boss and Master is old, but he does love tying me up at work. He was feeling extra frisky yesterday. I only go to the office a couple days a week now. My work schedule just depends on what kind of case he is working. He is a lawyer close to full retirement, which is why I have been supplementing my income being a phone sex submissive. I messed up some legal briefs. I filed them incorrectly. I am not allowed to make mistakes. For a simple fixable clerical error, I got some soft bondage of my tits. Well soft only in the way he tied up my boobs. The torture my whore tits, as he likes to call them, received was something very different from soft. He pinched the nipples so hard they bled. That was not enough pain for the mood he was in. He got out his lighter so he could burn them too. Have you ever smelled burning flesh? It is awful. When it is your own flesh, it is worse. The pain and smell combined is nauseating. I knew not to vomit or complain or cry. It was tough to do, but if I had, the torture would have been far worse. Master has never been big into torture sex except when it comes to my tits. The way he views it, he bought me my tits, so he can do whatever he wants to them. I will take nipple and breast torture any day over being used as a punching bag. Some of the more modern Masters, whom I have encountered, on and off the phone, enjoy going Mike Tyson on me. In their eyes, I’m not a woman, just a worthless submissive whore.

Punishing the Naughty Submissive Whore

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I was tossed onto the ground, rough hands groping my body. I couldn’t see because he had blindfolded me. He pulled up my wrists, which were tied together, and fastened them above my head. He then took my ankles, which were also tied together, and bound them below me. The ties were stretching my arms and legs so far, it felt like they would come out of the sockets. I laid there on display, like a good girl, awaiting my torture. First, a whip cracked against my bare skin, sending a searing pain straight down my spine. Circling my whimpering, quivering body, he continued to deliver lashes that whistled through the air. After he was bored with the whip, he pulled out a cane and whacked me on each breast. I cried out in pain as he repeatedly beat me. When I heard metal jingling around, I got nervous. He was going for the sharp objects. He came back with a corkscrew and twisted it into my side. It felt like a dagger spinning inside me. I screamed as blood squirted from the puncture wound. When he pulled it out, a chunk of my flesh came with it. Master says I was a good little whore and took my punishment.

Submissive Brat Gets Punished

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Whenever I am naughty, which is often, my Master punishes me with a heavy fist. I can’t help being naughty- I love Master’s punishments so much. The other day he instructed me very specifically that I should sit still while he fastened the restraints. It was a bed with straps that pulled each limb in a different direction, like a medieval torture device. I planned on behaving, but memories of him with a furrowed brow and his rough hands smacking my ass until my skin was screaming in agony, all made it far too tempted to poke the beast once more. With each nerve he sends into searing pain, the juicier my slit would get. I began to fidget relentlessly, making it hard for him to strap me down. A familiar, dark look came over his eyes. My nipples poked out like daggers in the cold room as he finished securing the tie downs. My naked body lay there quivering at the thought of what he might do to punish me. He took out a whip and after countless lashes, my welted torso ached. Whimpering, I looked up at him, “Please Sir, I promise to be a good girl.”  But the discipline isn’t over. He releases my ankles and tears his way into my dry ass hole while holding my ankles up by my head. It feel like fire! Will I ever learn to behave?

Bondage and submission training with Jessica

Bondage and submission JessicaThey say a picture is worth a thousand words. This one, is simply revolving around Bondage and submission. You may add words like pain, or punishment; but I think more along the lines of patience, training, and beauty. A well trained slut, when fully tied and set, is a true work of art, from her head to her feet. To be admired, watched, adored. For her poise and discipline.

And she is to be rewarded, after all is said and done, by a firm spanking, and a harder fuck!

Whores like me, we find the softest, most loving things in an all-out violent fucking. Maybe it’s the way Master caresses our bruised tits while he hammers away in our assholes, or the way the deep bite of his teeth into the tender flesh behind our cunts says “you’re mine!”

In my case, it’s the flavor of Master’s bloody, stained dick sliding in the back of my throat, that shows me he wants every one of my senses to be filled with his flavor, his scent, his everything, blending and coating my own.

For, as soon as the words “that’s my good girl” are whispered hotly into my ear as he strikes me with his cane, I climax harder than any regular, plain fucking could ever make me!

Because… I cum for my Master!

Submissive Sex Gang Bang!

Every once in a while, I like just a good, hard, pussy-pounding fuck. If it happens to be with multiple partners, more’s the better!! One of my favorite lovers called me up and asked if he could come over and dominate me the other night. I love how he fills me up with his big dick, so of course I said yes. He brought 2 friends with him, and from the moment my door opened, I didn’t have a single say in anything that was done to me that night. They had me stripped down and on my knees immediately, stuffing cocks down my throat, pinching and pulling on my nipples, smacking my ass, pulling my hair. Submissive sexThey picked me up and tossed me around like a rag doll, taking turns shoving their cocks into my ass, my cunt, double penetrating, and keeping my mouth too stuffed with dick to say 2 words. The one time I actually managed to get 2 words out about how good it felt, they smacked me across the face, stuffing yet another dick into my mouth. That time, they skull fucked me, and I almost passed out from lack of air. They never lost control, though, and I go to enjoy the entire fuck-fest. My pussy is still throbbing thinking about it!

This submissive slut needs used!!

Submissive slut JessicaMy appetites as a submissive slut have grown recently. I need more than tied up and my holes used and torn. I need more than modeling as furniture, or shitting in a pail or drinking from a doggy dish. I need my limits pushed and fucking shattered! So I reached out to a retired Navy captain I’m so fond of. I told him I needed slut boot camp! And he didn’t let me down!

As soon as I walked in the door I was smacked hard across the face and knocked to the floor. He sat on my back and commanded me to crawl to the next room. I barely made it, knees and hands bleeding from the course wooden, splintery floor.

He tied me to this big, hard wall, lacing ropes around me and up through my cunt, sliding against my sensitive little clit. He attached this huge weight to the other end and stood there holding it. My heart pounded even as my kitty oozed exited juices!

Slowly, bit by bit he lowered the weight. Squeezing my clit, cutting into me.

As soon as He released it, and my pussy held it’s full weight, I almost came right then and there! He walked up, put my nipple between his teeth, and rubbed my pussy over the rope as he clamped down, drawing blood.

Fuck! I squirted all over his hands!

What’s next?

Bondage Whore is the Table

Bondage whoreForniphilia is a form of bondage and sexual objectification in which a person’s body is incorporated into a chair, table, cabinet or other piece of furniture. I kept reminding myself of this as my arms were strapped into a V and my legs together making me a table. My head was even covered with a mask and some strappy things wrapped around me to make me more sexy. There was a cold tray on my back, heavy with drinks and snacks. I was a good table as I listened to my Master woo his date, the purrs and happy noises she was making lets me know he’s doing well. I can smell his musk and hear wet slurping noises. His breath catching confirms that Master is getting his cock sucked. She gags for a moment coming up for breath, panting and I know he took her head and held her down. Put all his cock in her throat at once before pulling her off of his cock. I felt the tray lifted off of my back. Surprised as I felt a warm body lean over me. Putting their weight on me. Her soft pillowy breasts pressing into my back. I heard the sound of a belt being pulled out of belt loops before I heard a sharp hard crack across an ass. The girl resting on me moaned and a shiver ran through her. Knowing I was being her support, her table, make my pussy so wet and helped me to forget the soreness of my muscles from the awkward and hard position to keep. So as he kept spanking her with the belt, her nails gripping and digging into my side. The surprised cries. The gasps as leather impact skin. I just couldn’t help but get wetter and wetter. I could feel my own pussy juices trickling down my thighs as the belt thumped onto the ground. Then the conjoined moans of two people experiencing each other. My Master was fucking this woman while she used me for support. Each thrust I could feel her moan against my back, feel those shivers of pleasure and the pin prick of her nails. He thrust harder making her rock back and forth over me as the room filled with the sound and smell of their fucking and it was so amazing. When she came on me, quivering with the orgasm. Master grunting as he came into her. I felt my own pussy contract, cumming without it ever being touched. Just because I got to be their table for their fucking.