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An Orgasmic Pain

bare bottom spankingsThere is nothing hotter than the sight of a red freshly bare bottom spanked ass. You can almost see the heat radiate as the redness spreads. I love the sound of the woosh as the stick is pulled back in the air. My pussy gets so wet as I prepare for it to touch my skin. I wince and thank him at every strike. The occasional misses hit my clit driving me mad. The sting causes my pussy to quiver with desire. As tears run down my face I can only think of the next hit. My ass feels like it is on fire and my skin broken but I still want more. I thank him over and over again, sometimes barely getting my words out from the pain, but I need more. I live for the pain. That orgasmic feeling from the hurt. As welts form, he puts the stick down. He then caresses my ass with his hands. Gentle and soft. He notices my pussy is soaking wet and just laughs as he calls me his pain slut. I then feel his huge hard cock enter my slippery wet pussy and I am drifted away to the ecstasy of the orgasm he is giving me.

Home Invasion Prisoner

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It was dark, and I didn’t know exactly where I was. I had been having a cheap phone sex session when all of a sudden a man came through my front door! It’s been so long since I’ve had a home invasion, let alone one that wasn’t stage for my pain slut pleasure. He grabbed me, and forced me out into his van. Blindfolding me, he slipped a needle into my vein and everything after that was blurry.

When I woke up just now, I found that I’m suspended from the ceiling. My body is sore, and I can feel the lacerations all down my back from where the whip has kissed me most sadistically. I must have been enjoying it though, because there’s a sloppy wet mess between my fucking legs. Now I remember. It was a group of them, and they gangbanged me to high hell.

My ass is so sore from being overstretched again and again, and my throat is so raw from getting cocks slammed down it that I can barely speak, or cry for help. I hear footsteps in the hallway now, and I’ll be honest my pussy is dripping in anticipation of exactly what they’re going to do to me next.

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Filthy Submissive Whore CNC

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Getting forcibly violated becomes a regular occurrence when you’re a filthy submissive whore like me. I’m never safe, and I know it. I look like a target; like an easy fuck, maybe even an easy kill. I let these men do whatever they want with me, even when I really don’t want it. What choice do I have? They’re bigger and stronger than me. They can use my fuck holes however they see fit.
The truth of it is, I’m addicted to it. To the home invasion, the kidnapping, the trappings. I love pain, but the root of pain is fear, and it’s the fear that is my drug. I crave strange cocks being shoved into my mouth. I need to be used like a pathetic fucking rag doll. My pussy drips at even the thought of being captured, kept, and used for my cunt as a cock sleeve.
Most women shy away; I welcome it. I walk alone at night, I dress like a twenty cent slut, and I even meander through the gang territories. There’s nothing like a true gang bang. I cry, and scream, and bleed; but inside I am loving every second of my volatile use and abuse. I get bound, tormented, and become merely an object of my captors amusement. That’s what makes my cunt cream.

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The Making of a Whore

Submissive whoreI remember walking down the dark road that night I ran away from home. It was a cold night and all I had on was my bra and panties as I walked down the dark road.my mothers new boyfriend was grabbing at me.

My mothers new boyfriend was grabbing at me and tearing my clothes off. They were both doped up and she was laughing, telling me I shouldn’t be so stingy with my body, that I should lay back and let him rape me, that I might like it! I ran out  as fast as I could.

That is when he picked me up, the man that would become my master.

He took me to his house, fed me and let me shower, But when I got out of the shower there were no clothes to put on, just chains!

He grabbed my young pussy with his dirty hands and shoved me to the ground. He was so powerful, I couldn’t fight back! within seconds, there were chains on my wrists and ankles and he was dragging my to the cellar!

He locked the chains to some eyebolts that were cemented into the concrete floor and I was sure this was the end! I watched as he undid his belt and dropped his pants. The second I opened my mouth to plead for my life, he rammed his sweaty cock down my throat!

I choked and gagged as he pulled my hair and raped my mouth!

Tears ran down my face as he punished the back of my throat, fucking it so hard! My hair was being yanked out in clumps as he continued to force his meat further and further down my esophagus, stopping only after he unleashed chunky dick spit that resembled sour milk!

I vomited all over the floor as he punched me, telling me to lick it up because that’s the only food I am getting until I learn to obey!

That was six months ago. Now I am lost without him. I am his dirty little whore and I live to please him. No other man could ever satisfy me the way he can!

 

Bondage And Submission Bonfire

Bondage and submissionThe ropes were cutting into my skin, and I nearly regretted these bondage and submission lessons. I was bound and hovering three feet above a sandy floor. The cave was dark, so I never saw the whip coming as it kissed me in rapid succession up my thigh. My screams were muffled by cock shoved down my throat.
I had been here for three, maybe four days. They’ve been keeping me prisoner. They took me from near my car when I was going home from work. The way they handled me so roughly really made my cunt wet.
When they discovered that, they used it against me, edging me before they started to beat me. The whip’s bites were gentler than how they had started. The flogger with the metal bits were the absolute worst. I knew they were leaving scars, and the wounds burned the worst when they doused me in gasoline.
I watched the match spark up, the tears pouring down my face, and my pussy dripping. I was going to burn so brightly.

Strange Things Bottomed Me Out During Torture Phone Sex

Torture Phone SexThere’s something sadistically sexy about torture phone sex. I myself am a masochistic whore who needs to be beaten and bloodied on a regular basis. I was given some sick and sadistic torture just the other day, and it led to the strangest object ever being shoved up my ass. I was rented out by a pair of young, cocky Wall Street fuck faces. They were high as kites, floating on some Colombian coke, and wanted to use me.
I was hung in the center of a room by my wrists and an anal hook. My arms were bound behind me, and I faced the floor, which swung several feet below me. They whipped me repeatedly, fisting my poor soaking wet cunt. This was more intense than any other torture phone sex I had ever endured, but it sure made my pussy more excited than anything ever before.
They were so fucking focused on my asshole, and the “special surprise” they had for me. Lowering me down, they let me off of the anal hook and unbound my wrists. They made me lay on my back as they used me as a human toilet, squatting their hairy assholes over my body and leaving steaming piles of shit. They made me rub it in to myself, since i was such a lowly piece of garbage myself.
They took turns forcing themselves in my poor asshole, gaping it out and then they both pissed in it! Fuck I really was a human toilet, and that disgusts me! This was true torture phone sex. Then it was time for the strangest thing that had ever been in my ass! They brought out a toilet scrubber brush to clean their new piss whore. They scrubbed my body until I was raw, scrubbed out my mouth, and then shoved that hard bristled nightmare right into my gaping asshole and cleaned out my filthy piss filled asshole. Nothing before or after has ever measured up to that anally tortured experience. I have never forgotten the excruciating pain of those hard bristles rimming out my black hole of an ass, and still to this day the very recollection gets my cunt soaking wet.

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Risque With My Riding Crop

BDSM Phone SexI’ve already been bound to the bed for six hours. Master snatched me right up from the office, and took me directly to his dungeon. He said I’d been being too bold in public, and he was going to teach me a lesson. Well, that lesson involved getting chained down and whipped within an inch of my life with his horse riding crop. The bruises have blossomed on every patch of pale skin, and my cunt is just wetter and wetter. I need this pain, I beg for in in my mind. Today, fantasy is a reality. Every time he offers a new red hot spot of pain across my smooth skin, my pussy clenches and i thank him aloud. A whore always needs to know her place.

 

 

Submissive slut Jessica

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Today there was a knock at my door. I was home alone and not expecting anyone so I threw on my robe and went to see who it was. I assumed it was going to be the mailman or a random salesman. When I opened the door, I felt a hand cover my mouth as I was pushed backward, into the house. I had no idea who this man was but he overpowered me and forced me to my knees. I was all alone with this strange man and had no choice but do whatever he wanted. He pulled his hard cock out and started to rub it across my lips. Being the submissive slut that I am, I looked up at him and asked for permission to suck his cock. This made his dick even harder. He forced it into my mouth and down my throat, making me gag on it. He held my face down so that I couldn’t breathe. He fucked my face as hard and fast as he could until that fat dick unloaded cum right down my throat. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face back to look at him. The man spit into my face and told me that he was going to destroy all of my holes. I should probably have been terrified at the thought of being assaulted and held against my will by a stranger, but I could feel my pussy throbbing and craving his dick! I had a very hot afternoon!

My First Taste Of Submission

submissive whoreI remember the first time I ventured into some BDSM, my boyfriend bound my hands and legs to all four corners of the bed. He blindfolded me and then he proceeded to use me. I felt his cock slapping against my face and I instinctively opened my mouth and started sucking his cock. He climbed up on top of me, sitting on my chest and started ramming his hard cock down my throat. I remember gagging and gasping for air, but I also remember how wet my pussy was and how much I wanted more. After he unloaded his sperm into my mouth, he slapped my tits with a paddle, and I felt an orgasm start to build. I lay there helpless not knowing what would happen next because of the blindfold. It grew quiet and I couldn’t hear where he was. I wasn’t scared, I became anxious, excited really, waiting on what he was going to do next. I was so close that I wanted to squeeze my legs together for some relief but that wasn’t to happen. Instead after what seemed liked hours he returned, hitting his cock against my face again, this time he put a metal device in my mouth and again climbed on me. I was helpless as he pushed his cock deep into my throat. I could do nothing but take that dick deep and feel his balls and ass against my chin. I still needed more. He pulled out a wand and set it on my clit bringing me to the brink only to stop. He them paddled my clit. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. This continued on for a while and I wanted to feel that pain. My heartbeat with excitement as I heard the paddle coming down. That was the beginning of my obsession with humiliation and punishment. I am looking for a man to degrade, humiliate and use me. Are you the one?

All I Have Now is Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexI enjoy bondage phone sex calls. I have been a submissive paralegal for a lawyer for several decades. This is the longest we have been apart. Before Corona, we maybe did not see each other for three days, but this has been over three months now. I am used to being tied up and abused almost daily. Not having my master around to tie me to my office chair and bind my tits is depressing for me. I need alpha males in my life. I need to be controlled. I did something surprising for a submissive woman. I hired a male escort. Not to fuck me. I can get that for free even during a pandemic. What I cannot get is the abuse, bondage and dominance I need as much as oxygen. I paid a man to abuse me and treat me like shit. That is fucked up for some women, but not for a submissive whore. Dominic pretended to be my boss master. He used me as his office fuck pig. We pretended that I messed up some legal papers. I was dressed in a slutty secretary outfit.  I put on fishnet thigh highs, teased my hair, and wore a mini skirt and a tube top. I looked more like a street walker than a secretary. I sat on my home office desk masturbating with a memo holder as my boss skull fucked me. I bent further over the desk, spread my ass cheeks and told him to punish my asshole. He rammed his dick in my puckered asshole with no lube. A hardcore ass fucking is an understatement. My pretend master violated my asshole with his cock, that memo holder with my cunt juice still on it and his fist. He tortured my fuck holes harder than my real master ever would, but it was just the submissive sex fix I needed.                     

 

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