Bondage phone sex is another favorite of mine because bondage is something Master Tomas got me into from the very beginning. I had never even been tied up before in my life before I met him. And on our first meeting, he only bound my hands behind my back. But after that, our bondage adventures became much wilder and more complex.
Master Tomas was into shibari, or the art of Japanese ropework. He was quick, efficient, and good at what he did. I loved being bound in all sorts of ways through his use of rope. Unfortunately, I know very little about doing shibari, but I know a lot about being a rope bunny! I love it more than just about anything.
I’ve been tied in so many different positions: spread-eagled, hog-tied, tied to chairs, suspension bondage, you name it. And I loved every single time I was tied. There is something so freeing in being bound, in my opinion, and I think it’s something everyone should try at least once.
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Bondage Phone Sex: Freedom In Being Bound
Spank me black and blue with BDSM Phone Sex
I love a good spanking. With either paddle, bat, bare hand. I love to feel the smack of something across my ass cheeks. Giving them that ripple.
Not to long ago, I was with a heavy sadist. He loves bare handed spankings. Had hands that were harder than bricks. Which made it really nice when he want to paddle my bottom with them.
Started out with some Dragon Tails on the front. Titties, inside of my legs and pussy where getting a little nice warm up. He’d switch it up between that and a flogger. Then would use a cane to get some nice stripes to come up
He eventually flipped me over so he could abuse the backside of me. Did more flogger work, more cane. Also more Dragon Tails. But this is when he started using his hand.
The sound, the feel, the impact. All of it was making me wet. The more he spanked, the wetter I got. Eventually I ended up cumming all over the bench. Which didn’t stop him, either. He just kept spanking.
I was left with bruises, scraps, and good memories.
Maybe you can spank me harder? 😉
Rosalie’s Bondage Weekend
Hey, Fucktoy lovers ! You won’t believe what I’ve got in store for you—a weekend of pure, unadulterated bondage bliss.
Ive always been a bad, bad girl, and someone needs to teach me a lesson. My master is just the kinky partner, with a sinister grin and a bunch of toys. As i’m tied to the bed, helpless as my master brings out the big guns. Vibrator wands, shock collars—the works. The fun’s about to begin. The first zap had me writhing, my screams echoing in the bedroom. But he’s relentless, bringing pain and pleasure to new heights. My nipples are tortured, shocked until they’re raw. But I’m a trooper, riding the pain wave like a pro.
The vibrator’s next, buzzing against my clit until I’m soaking wet. My legs are spread wide, leaving me vulnerable to the next attack. The torture continues, and my juices drip onto the bed. The smell of sex fills the room, and my mind’s clouded with pleasure. Then, finally, the pounding begins. Master shows no mercy, ramming my swollen Cunt until it’s red,puffy and pouring with cum. My mind explodes in ecstasy, my body becoming a volcano of pleasure. Cum drips down my legs, mixing with my juices—a sticky mess. My Master is a beast, showing no signs of slowing down. Stroke after stroke, I’m pushed to new boundaries. Left a mess, but the weekend’s not over. There’s more torture in store, and I’m ready for round two.
Extreme bondage, baby! I’ve found my torture heaven.
Stay extreme and dirty, you perverts!




















