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Submissive Slut Enjoys the Party!

Submissive slutIt was party time, and I was one of the subs. There was rope play, and I was going to LOVE it. They had brought in plenty of rope, and I was in heaven! My arms were tied behind my back in several places, and my tits were bound up so tightly that the circulation was being cut off, but they were perfect fucking globes. My thighs were kept open by a spreader at the ankles, and everyone was free to walk by and do whatever they wanted to my body. Some walked by and smacked my tits, my ass, my belly, and even my cunt. Others brought the violet wand around and zapped me in different places. By the time the fucking actually started, I was so fucking wet, it was dripping out of me. The first person to reach me for fucking was a woman, and she was quite the hottie and a dominatrix. She doesn’t get on the floor for just anyone, so seeing this woman get down on her knees in front of me was breathtaking. She ran a finger lightly over my cunt from ass crack to clit, pulling off some of the juices that were dripping from me. Then, of all things, she put her face between my thighs, and drug her tongue over that same stretch. I groaned at how erotic it was to have this powerful, dominant woman on her knees and licking my cunt. She dipped her tongue up into me and pulled some of those juices out, making me even hotter. When she finally stood back up, I was horny as fuck, and I knew how privileged I was to get that treatment from her. She pulled me to a private room, and she dominated me for the rest of the night, and I could not have been happier!

Training the newbies

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“Harder.” I screamed. “Make it hurt.”  The belt landed solidly against my naked ass. I arched with the pain of my bondage phone sex whipping, feeling my pussy getting wet. Just a few more blows and I knew I’d be coming. You were new to this. You didn’t hit with nearly as much force as Master did. I knew that if I allowed you to go easy on me, that I’d pay for it later.  Trainees like you were not uncommon. In all of the years since I’d been abducted and forced into slavery, I’d seen so much young ones pass through these doors.

I began to taunt you, hoping that it would be just what you needed to really turn lose on me. I hissed ugly words between my clenched teeth. You didn’t even know how to insert a ball gag properly. “Faggot. Loser. Tiny dick.” I provoked you. Finally some emotion from you. I could see your jaw clench. Your cock was rising over the top of your leather pants. I knew you couldn’t take much more.

One more act of disobedience was all it took. You were on me like a wolf on fresh kill. You grabbed me by the throat, forcing your fuck stick down my gullet. I choked and you began to punch me as you pumped into my face. I could smell the stench of your sweaty balls as you fucked me. The bile rose in my throat but I swallowed it. You were just like the others. An evil controlling man whose penis was only hardened by abusing a helpless person.

You pulled out with the first throb of your cock. Slippery with my spit, you gripped it, jacking it. I bowed my head and waited for the shower of cum. Sluts like me were born for one reason. To take the abuse that other women refused and make it my talent. Knowing that I was dead forever to my family, what did it matter what happened to me now?

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex

Extreme fetish phone sexSuspended from the ceiling, I was staring at him through bleary eyes. He’d already clamped my nipples, and had me gagged. He was cracking that whip across my ass and thighs, digging it into me, lashing the skin til parts of it flayed open. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I am such a weak little bitch sometimes. Now, I had to accept the punishment. He set the whip down and picked up the riding crop. He started smacking that down across my tits, over and over again, welting them, making them bleed in places. The tears rolled out of my puffy eyes as I cried through that ball gag. The next 2 lashes from the crop smacked the nipple clamps so hard that they ripped their way off my nipples, pulling bits of skin with them. He told me, then, that what he did was for love, and that I needed to remember how loved I was. He kissed my cheek, and then left me to hang there and think about my actions for a bit.

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!