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Bondage and Submission

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is what I am good for according to most men I meet. It is what I was born to do. I got in some trouble with my boss this week. I was late for work. He wants me at work an hour early to suck his cock. Traffic was a bitch that day, so I was late. I am maybe late once a month. My punishment was to be tied up like a side of beef. I had to worship his cock with my hands tied behind my back. That is tougher to do than you would think. My boss has a thick cock. He is long too which makes if difficult to get it in my mouth with no hands to steady myself. He skull fucked me. It was so hard, I gagged, which made me puke. I rarely puke, but my boss doesn’t like messes. He whipped me with his belt. He told me I needed slave training to learn how to better suck dick. I needed my hands free, but he took that response as sass and smacked me. He left me tied up covered in my puke all day. I will be learning how to deep throat better to prevent being left in my own puke all day again.

Punish My Pussy

Submissive Whore

I love receiving Master’s painful harsh punishment. Getting my wrists handcuffed tightly and bending over offering up my tight submissive holes for him to abuse. My pussy craves the sharp sting of the crack of Master’s whip on my wet throbbing clit. It makes my pussy flutter with the harder and harsher flick of that leather whip! The harder he whipped my swollen bright pink cunt, the more it oozes out warm pussy juice. When Master shoves his thumb in my tight rosebud asshole it drives my subby cunt insane. Plugging away at my holes with his whip and fingers is torture. A desperate little whore like me just moans and begs for Master’s thick cock but he’s withholding it from me. He loves to watch me writhe like a pathetic worm and squirm under his whip. Master ignores my begs and pleas and continued to tease and flick my clit with his whip until I squirt all down my thigh.

Cock slave

Cock worshiping

My brothers and Dad made me worship their cocks last night. I was blindfolded and a hook was inserted into my tight asshole to keep me in place so I couldn’t move. With the anal hook in its place, they set up a fuck machine behind me to pump in and out of my pussy. It was a big rubber cock attached to a piston and they could control the speed. While the fuck machine and anal hook occupied my back holes, my mouth was theirs to use. Each of them took their turn sticking their cock down my throat and making me worship their big dicks and drink their cum. The fuck machine made my pussy squirt over and over while I sucked and worshiped all of their cocks like a good submissive whore.

Mistaken Identity

Bondage phone sexHow do you tell when the Man you are seeing is actually married even though he said he was divorced? By getting taken because he owes money to someone and they think you are his wife!  What a bastard!  All I was doing was walking away from our Coffee Date.  Then, bam!  Right into a car!  These guys kept telling me they wouldn’t let me go until you made good on the money you owed them.  I kept trying to tell them that I wasn’t your wife.  Guess what? They showed me pictures of her and she looks almost like me! 

When they called you and told you that they had me, you fucking hung up!  Do you know what I had to fucking go through because you didn’t have the balls to step up? You are nothing but a pussy, and here I thought you were that strong, Dominant Man I had been searching for.  I should of just stuck with what I have.  I will never make that mistake again.  I contacted you with permission from my Sir.  He told me to gain experience so he was all for it. 

I talked them into calling my Sir, who promptly came to my rescue.  That’s right, he paid for my release, however, you aren’t off the hook.  Not in the least.  My Sir had a very long conversation with the lead guy, and now they are really coming for you.  I gave them all the information I had on you, where you work, all your phone numbers, what your vehicles look like, what hours you work, were you go after work.  They know it all asshole!  I hope they tear your ass up, literally!

Strip club

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Master took me on a little outing to the strip club last weekend. It was a fetish strip club where most of the dancers were wearing collars and leather and some were being whipped by Domme strippers while the men watched. He put me in a micro mini skirt, a choker,  and a mesh crop top with black X shaped pasties over my nipples. On my back he had written, “Touch Me” and “Grab me” in black marker. I was barely dressed any differently than the strippers. Men tried shoving dollar bills into my skirt or waving cash at me and begging for a special “dance” in the champagne room. They grabbed my tits and smacked and fondled my ass. Master beckoned over a stripper and paid her to give him a lap dance. I watched at first and then he told me to join her. We danced for him and got his cock nice and hard. He passed her a leather flogger and instructed her to spank my ass with it. She gave me five hard smacks across my ass, leaving big red imprints. He gave her a wad of cash and she led us both into a private room. He took off his pants and she and I got on our knees and began to suck his cock. While I sucked him off she spanked my ass harder and harder. I moaned around his cock with every blow she delivered. Right as I was reaching my pain limit, he blew his load into my mouth.

My Pussy Owner

 

Bondage phone sex

He came over to my house Thomas, again tonight being a fucking maniac. I did not know what to do when he walked up to me and grabbed the back of my hair and told me that he misses me and then he planted his huge cock inside of my mouth. I cried a little inside because I am weak for Thomas, I can’t help myself he’s the Lunatic that I love. He bent me over the kitchen table, he ripped my panties right off of me and shoved his already thick solid cock inside of my asshole. Thomas did not even put lubrication on his cock first, he just drove it inside of my asshole which made me fucking dripping wet in my pussy. I rubbed my dripping squirting red pussy juices in my ass so that it could wet me up. Thomas kept telling me how he was the most important man in my life and saying how I could not fuck another man or he will go crazy. I love Thomas, I try not to I tried to be strong and kick him out of my house but at the end of the day, I am lost without him. I love the way he slaps my face and makes me his little torture slut. Last night Thomas fucked me hard in my bloody red pussy and he also fuck me in my asshole he didn’t stop as I screamed with Passion. I am his love slave I am the one that will do whatever he asked me to he is one of those guys with super machismo. I am mad for Thomas I can’t help the way he makes me feel it takes total control over me and then moves me it moves my soul.

Exposed For His Pleasure

Bare bottom spankingsAbsolutely nothing makes a submissive or slave feel more vulnerable then to be placed in a position which exposes their pussies and assholes. I am pretty sure it is due to our conditioning.  We are taught from a young age that we are to keep those areas of ourselves covered.  When you are put into a tied position where you have no control over what happens to them it is a bit exciting and frightening. 

The first time I was ever in a position like that I was spanked. Hard!  Not just on my ass, but my pussy lips, asshole and clit.  Various implements were used as well as a bare hand.  At first I was thinking that it wasn’t so bad because I really enjoyed being spanked. A spanking that starts out slow to only become more and more harsh is my favorite.  However, when I then saw Him grab a crop I tensed up. I knew right away that He was going to punish my pussy with it.

He didn’t go straight to my pussy though.  He struck me once across my asshole.  I howled. I wasn’t expecting it, it hurt so much I almost lost my breath. It was akin to jumping into freezing cold water.  I saw stars.  He waited a little bit, then struck again, not as hard as the first time, but it still hurt.  From there He moved to my pussy lips.  That didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the swats I received intermittently against my tender asshole.  I could see how hard He was becoming.

I am not sure how long this went on.  It seemed like hours, but in actuality, it was more like a few minutes. He turned me on my side on the bench I was on so that He could remove my gag and shove His cock into my mouth.  When I could taste His pre-cum He rolled me onto my back, stepped to the end of the bench and shoved His extremely hard cock into my ass.

I was whimpering, trying to hold back tears from the pain.  Then He placed His thumb onto my clit so that He could make me cum as He was unloading his jizz into my ass. 

Falling In Love With Latex

Erotic submissive storiesI have found that I love this stuff!  Yes it can be a pain in the ass to get it on.  Once on however, the feeling is exquisite!  There are a couple of things I have to remember though.  I have to make sure I stay very well hydrated, and that I try to stay at a constant temperature, otherwise I could over heat, and I do not want that because I really love to keep it on for a while.  If you have not tried latex yet I implore you to do so.

I think it would make a perfect gift for your submissive.  However, take them with you when you shop.  You do not want to pay a lot of money for something that fits poorly.  Ill fitting garments can cause problems.  If they are too tight, or have a wrinkle somewhere, it can cut off circulation which would cause nerve damage, it could also cause you to dangerously over heat.  I am sure you all already knew that though.

Imagine I’m there with you, wearing a form fitting, soft latex cat suit.  The way it would feel when you run your hands over it would not only feel incredible for you, but for me as well.  Plus seeing your sub in something so erotic looking wouldn’t be a bad thing for your magnificent cock either! I can completely understand why wearing Latex is a fetish in of it’s self. 

The way it feels on your skin, wow, that’s all I can, wow.  One of my friends came over not all that long ago and she saw one of my skirts.  She asked if she could try it on.  I told her sure.  I helped put it on her, but within a few minutes she started to get extremely itchy.  Instead of saying something she endured it for about forty minutes then she said she had to take it off.  It seems that my friend has a little bit of a allergy to latex and she has red bumps in the shape of the skirt on her skin for a bit.  I thought it was funny, but only after I gave her something for the allergy. 

Nipple torture

Submissive Whore

I was a bad little whore and Daddy decided I needed to be punished. He tied me up in ropes so that I was bent forward and couldn’t sit up straight. Then he took two small thin ropes and wrapped them tightly around my little puffy pink nipples. He tightened them until my poor nipples were numb and blue and attached weights to the end so that they pulled on my tits. Then he went behind me and began to fuck my tight little pussy. With every stroke of his big cock in and out of my tight cunnie, the weighted rope on my nipples swung and sent waves of pain and pleasure through my tits. He pounded me with his hard cock until I was cumming and screaming at the same time. Only when he had made me squirt and was begging him to release me, did he fill my pussy up with a hot load of cum. Each of my brothers had a turn fucking my slave cunt and making my nipple weight jostle and swing when he was done using me. Once they all had a turn fucking me and filling me with a load of cum, he finally untied me and released my nipples from their torture. They were sore and tender and bruised for the next week. I promised them I would be a good little Submissive slut for them. I swore I would do anything they wanted, they could fuck any of my holes, but please don’t put the weights back on my tinder little nipples and perky tits. Now every time I think of disobeying my Daddy or my brothers, I think about how painful my nipples were and how they’ll do it again. They told me my next punishment for being a bad slave will be even worse if I step out of line.

 

Cleaning House

Bondage phone sexWe have an understanding.  You know that I have a very lucrative private life, and that I also have my own things to take care of at my house.  This was discussed before we started our relationship.  You also know that I am positively Obsessive Compulsive when it comes to cleaning and having things done on a schedule.  You witnessed this yourself when I had a panic attack because I could not get home in time to feed my dog.  She is fed at a certain time every single day, and I never deviate from that.

When you called to say you wanted to come over I was going to say no because this was my time as we discussed.  You assured me it wasn’t for play or anything related to D/s, you just wanted to come over and chat while I did what I had to do.  I told you as long as you sat in one place and didn’t mind periods of being alone as I cleaned the other rooms it would be fine.  You came in and took your shoes off then sat on one of the stools at the counter.  I had finished all other rooms by the time you had arrived.  I only had the kitchen to do and that was almost done too.

We talked as I washed the dishes.  Then I heard you push your stool back to walk up behind me.  You put your hands on my shoulders and kissed my neck.  This was unusual, it threw me off, I wasn’t sure how to respond.  You whispered in my ear that you would like for me to put a pair of heels on while I finished the dishes.  I turned toward you and told you that I do not allow shoes to be worn in my house.  You slapped me on the ass hard and requested it again.  I told you once more that I really did not want to due to the fact that it is just not done in my house.  You slapped my ass again and said, “Please.”

I have never heard you say please.  I relented.  With each step I took I took a mental note of where I stepped so that I could re-wash the floors and vacuum again.  Every time the bottom of my heels came in contact with the floor I cringed a little bit.  I returned to doing dishes.  You then started to move around the things in one of my cupboards.  I was starting to get angry.  You know that my Disorder isn’t anything made up, it is real.  I tried to ignore you but I could feel my body tense up.  You grabbed me and picked me up.  You took me into the living room and tied me up.  I was so pissed!

You then sat me on my kitchen floor and you could tell I was not happy.  You however, were delighted.  You started to move things around, teasing me with it.  I could feel myself on the verge of hyperventilating.  I felt squeezed, my lungs felt like they couldn’t fill up all the way.  The need to fix what you had messed up was overwhelming!  I was so frustrated!  You did all this with a smile on your face, speaking in a pleasant happy tone the whole time.  I had reached my limit.  I writhed against the binds, swear words flew out of my mouth, I didn’t care about any discipline I might receive for speaking to you like that, I was beyond livid.  After all, you stated that there would be no D/s play today.

You finally chuckled, came over to me, untied me and let me up. I told you to leave!  You refused and instead, you put things back exactly as they had been.  You even allowed me to take off my heels, and you vacuumed and scrubbed the floors that I had stepped on.  I didn’t know what to say. Then you came to me, placed a long kiss on my lips and said, “Just because this is your house doesn’t mean you aren’t still mine when you are in it. Always remember that.”