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Bondage and Submission is This Whore’s Life

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is the name of the game with an old whore like me. Tie me up and use me. It is literally the name of the game with the men in my life. Master loves to tie me up. He is old, however, which means he is forgetful. He paid me a late night visit last night because he was in a mood. My master is married. I have been his whore for decades, so when he wants to do something outside of the office, it must be a hotel or my place. His wife is so clueless or she just turns a blind eye because he keeps her financially secure; just like he does me. He tied me to my bed. He didn’t fuck me, but seeing me tied up in a pink see through teddy got his dick harder than it has been in years. He started jacking his dick. He had done a Viagra and a line of coke. I was in trouble. He jacked off for an hour at least before he covered me in his old jizz. His shriveled up old cock was still hard, so he fucked my ass. Hard. He is almost 70 and he ravaged my ass like a college boy. My son came home unexpectedly. When he saw his bondage whore mommy all tied up, covered in cum and taking it in the ass, he wanted in on the fun. My master and my son tagged teamed me for what felt like all night. I woke up, still tied up. I was covered in cum with a sore ass. They were no where in sight. I couldn’t get off the bed without assistance. I tried, but ended up falling off the bed. The loud thud woke the men who were in the living room refueling for round two. Thus, is the life of a submissive whore.

Erotic Bondage Stories

erotic bondage storiesI love erotic bondage stories. As a little girl, I use to use my allowance money to buy True Detective magazine. It was soft core porn. The guy at 7-11 didn’t care that I was not old enough to buy the magazine yet. It was filled with stories of crimes against women. Many of the pictures were of women tied up in all sorts of positions. I would go in my room and masturbate hoping someone would tie me up like that. I love bondage. Now that I am all grown up, I have lots of men who enjoy spending time with a bondage whore like me.  Saturday night, I checked out a new bondage club about an hour away. I was nervous when I arrived because the place was filled with much younger women. That happens every time one of those Fifty Shades movies comes out. Those books / movies are so amateur compared to my life, but I get it. Young girls are curious about the lifestyle, just like I was when I was reading those true crime magazines. I was afraid guys would prefer young girls to an old cougar. But I had a few things they did not have: experience, big boobs and a true understanding of the BDSM lifestyle. Men were lining up to take me into a private room. I was the Belle of the bondage club. I had my pick of the litter, which is rare. I went with a handsome young man who reminded  me of my son. We went into a room adorned with red velvet walls and a variety of soft bondage equipment. He tied me up seductively and expertly for his age. He was in college he informed me. While I was tied up, he dripped hot wax all over my body. You cannot fuck in the club, but he could jack off on me. As I laid there covered in wax and cum, I thought if only all young dominant men were as sensual as him.

Bondage Chat with Master

Bondage chatHe asked if I thought I had been good enough to orgasm today. I begged him for an orgasm, on my knees. He told me to sit down on the bed and touch myself, and I did. I did every little thing he asked me to. I sucked my own nipple, bit the shit out of it, then did the same to the other. He let me finger myself until I got close, then told me to stop. He told me that what he wanted to do to me was tie my tits up so tightly that they started turning blue. Then, he wanted to tie my hands up, hang me from the ceiling so that I had to stand on my tiptoes, and attach nipple clamps to my tits. Then, he would take some young thing, and he would treat her like a princess in front of me, making me watch as he fed her, massaged her, and fucked the ever-loving shit out of her. And, when he felt like I couldn’t possibly tolerate another moment of the torture, he’d drop me to my knees and face fuck me. At that point, he shoved his dick down my throat, and I gagged on it, trying to breathe around it repeatedly. He showed me exactly how hard he would face fuck me then, and then he didn’t even let me have his cum. He pulled out and shot it all over my face, then scraped it off to feed to the little princess. I felt completely humiliated.

Erotic Bondage Stories

erotic bondage storiesErotic bondage stories are almost as fun to create as they are to share. I have a few callers who enjoy hearing my bondage stories. I tend to get all tied up frequently. But, that is to be expected with me because I have always been a bondage girl. It started when I was a little girl. My mom was more my father’s bitch than she was his wife. I discovered her one day all tied up and contorted in a very painful position. My immediate instinct was to help my mother, so I untied her. She actually scolded me for helping her because she said daddy would be very upset with me for intervening. He was too. I got punished, but not like a father traditionally punishes his offspring. I did not get spanked or put in a corner. I got tied up. Bound and gagged like a pig about to be roasted and shoved in a dark closest over night. I was alone and scared. I had no access to a bathroom or warm bed. No food or water. Not even love and affection from my parents. My mom let me out the next day to get me ready for school. I had rope burns on my body. That incident broke me. I was forever scared of my father after that, but the incident also brought about a morbid fascination with bondage for me. As I got older, I asked boys to tie me up. I discovered that I was quite the bondage whore thanks to daddy. Daddy and mommy are long gone, but here I am still enjoying being bound and gagged. Last night my own son tied me up. He secured the ropes so tightly that I couldn’t move, forcing me to sleep in a painful position until he released me this morning. I have ropes and a wide variety of submissive devices. I am ready for you to tell me what to do sir.

Bondage and submission my new Master

Bondage and submissionThis girl has a new Master! It’s so exciting, my old Master was old and sick, and I stayed with him until the end. He had willed me to his best friend’s son who has been like a son to him. He’s been a good Master to me. Kind and with a gentle hand ensuring that I have the time to mourn but he has felt that time was over. It was time for me to leave behind my old Master who had passed and fully belong to the Master whom owned me now. So, I found myself at a black-tie event. Wearing a long white silk wrap dress so shimmery and thin you could see my body underneath it. Silver shackles around my ankles and wrists a pink silk collar around my throat. I was the main event, and as I saw my Master across the room and my pussy began to get wet with excitement. Master came to meet me, leaning forward with a gentle smile and a sweet kiss. “You look beautiful tonight.” He led me to a platform in the middle of the ball room and all the Mistresses and masters watched me from the platform. He ran his hand against my ass, giving it a light swat. “I can’t wait to make you scream for everybody. He promises causing a ripple of excitement through me as he looked over an assortment of tools including a flogger, cane, riding crop, Hitachi, nipple clamps… to much to list. All to prove just what a good girl I am for Master.

 

Master’s challenge

Bondage whore

Master had some very exciting requests for me today. He gagged me, and wrapped my body with rope, binding my tits, arms, and legs from the knees down. He shoved his biggest toy deep into my pussy, and ordered me not to drop it, or there would be dire consequences. I was ordered to now find a way to do my chores, staying tied exactly as he has me.

So I go about figuring this out. I was able to dust the lower bookshelves by shoving the duster’s handle in my ass. My god that felt good, but I can’t moan or I’ll get it. I use my face to scrub the floors. But the bed. Oh god I can’t figure out how to make the bed, He comes home while I’m standing there, trying to tug the sheet with my tied hands. “Oh pet, you’ve disappointed me. You know what that means.” I’m bent over his knee, and I brace myself.

Over and over, *WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!” goes his quirt over my ass and cunt lips, making them bright red and swollen. I want to come so badly! But not yet, I don’t have permission. He raises welts up my back in a perfect line up my spine, then flopped me back on the bed. My nipples and tummy are next, before he tells me, “start counting, my little whore. You know what to do.” I count his smacks on my clit.1…2…3…4…5… my god I can barely keep control…7..8…9… oh god, if I can just make it to 20 I can orgasm! 16..17…18… oh shit, oh shit! 19.. I’m shaking so hard my teeth chatter…20! A massive orgasm ravages my body, wave after wave, squirting my juices all over the end of the bed, firing the dildo that’s been filling my wet cunt all day half way across the room.

My gag is removed, “My little slut, use your mouth to clean this bed, and remake it as you should have before.”

Well, fuck.

Tongue Fuck

Submissive Slut

I love being a submissive slut for my master! Whenever he’s had a very bad day at work, he always comes home to me and turns me into his little sex slave to have his way with me. I am his personal stress reliever, available whenever he needs to take out some anger. Yesterday when he got home from work he was in a decent mood, but I could tell something was off about his demeanor. He had something intense on his mind, and it was only a matter of time before I found out exactly what that was. An hour went by before I finally figured out that my master wanted to tie me down to my bed and brutally sit on my face to ride my tongue while it was stuffed deep into his hairy asshole. I felt like my nose was going to break as he repeatedly smashed it with his tail bone. It hurt so badly that I was crying out for him to stop, but that only drove him to ride my tongue harder! His dick started shooting hot ribbons of cum across my chest as he came hard all over my body and slid down to sit on my breasts, making it impossible for me to breathe.

Slave re training

bondage and submissionBack to the basics!

My pussy throbbed in anticipation. My tits, arms, and legs were bound tightly, and burning so sweetly. It had been so long since I had had a master, I went back into training! My son’s best friend was home for a few weeks, and happily agreed to cum over refresh my memory. He entered the room holding a massive black cock dildo. “You know the rule, Mrs B. You have to earn making one single sound. And don’t you fucking dare climax with out permission.”

I tried to control the throbbing and spasms already happening in my sticky, wet cunt. This wasn’t going to be easy!

He got between my legs, and ran the tip of the big, cold rubber toy up and down my slit and asshole. I bit my lip, not making a squeak. He began pressing and screwing it into my ass, stretching my tight, neglected asshole. A whimper rose in my throat, but I suppressed it. Once it was buried to the hilt, completely filling my ass, he started sliding his own massive, impressive cock into my pussy. I couldn’t do it, I came hard, and violently.

SLAP! A quirt across my tits, raising welts and dots of blood on my nipples.

“I told you, little whore, not to do that!”

What should my next punishment be?

Make me BEG!

Submissive slutI had a guy recently call me and he helped me out a lot; we had some great orgasm denial.  Now, don’t knock it before you try it either. At first you might not like it, you will be begging to cum, but no, you can’t. After I finally let you cum you will see how hot it really is… it is like an explosion; the best orgasm ever!  Just when you think you can’t hold it anymore, stop. Don’t fucking cum. I might be your little slut, whore and cunt, but that does not mean you can cum whenever you want. You have to wait till I tell you to cum. I will tease you; tell you about all my nipple clamp fantasies and about how much I love to put nipple clamps on my sweet little clit…but you may not cum. Yes, I am still your little slut, and I do admit you make me so horny and wet, and teasing you just turns me on even more, but that’s okay – I’ve got these men here from the club we went to last night. You remember that room we rented? Yes, I might not have been able to get fucked by eight guys that night, but tonight, you will watch.  Don’t you wish you could cum like them? Ha, I know you do, you see him cum in my mouth and me swallow it all, you see my cum glistening in between my legs. You want that. You want me, you want to cum so bad! DON’T CUM! If you cum, I will not be your little fucking slut any longer, I will not look at my cunt and think to myself “This is all you are worth.” Because it’s only true if you only cum when I say it’s okay.  
 

Leaving Me Wanting

female bondageYou tell me you want me in the basement this morning. Usually our basement time is in the evenings after you return from work, but the change in routine excites me. Downstairs you have me lay down, and you begin to shackle me. I am sad that you don’t have the ropes out, because I love they way they feel on my skin, but excited by the new shackles. You seem to have rigged some sort of pulley system that you attach to my nipples. The system pulls them tight and then releases them, keeping them arroused. Once you have secured my arms and legs in the position you like, you add a large vibrator to the pulley. As both nipples are pulled tight, the vibrator comes down making contact with my pussy, sending a thrill thoughout my body. That thrill was not to last because it was then lifted away. Back and forth they go, a minute of nipple stimulation, a minute of clit stimulation, and then nothing for a few minutes. This cycle continues, not enough to get me off, just enough to keep me wanting. You watch in amusement as I desperatly arch my hips trying to make contact with something, but having no luck. Then you turn to leave, saying you were going to be late to work. You leave me alone and shackled, with this numbing cycle going over and over, keeping me aroused, and wanting more. I wonder if I will be left here all day or if you will come home at least for lunch and release me. I fear I will be kept in this state of hunger for a long time. I know now why I am laying on this black plastic. My cunt is dripping and I can already feel a pool of fluids forming. I will be  a real horny mess but the time you return.