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Bondage Phone Sex with a Bondage Whore and her Tiny Teen Daughter

bondage phone sexMy daughter hears me having bondage phone sex  all the time. She even sees me in various bondage positions when I am entertaining a master at the house. This weekend, I brought home a new guy. A much younger guy I met at a bondage club who wanted to do more than the club would allow. At this particular underground club, no nudity or sex acts are permitted. It is strictly a place for bondage and maybe some light BDSM games. What is the fun in that? I am a true bondage slut, so I want my breasts bound and my pussy gagged! Master Tom brought his own equipment and an intent to inflict some damage on my curvy body. Once he was in the house however, his intent shifted gears. Shifted right to my teen daughter. Oh he tied me up; but only to keep me restrained so I couldn’t intervene to save my daughter. He tied her to my bedpost. I was bound and gagged and naked on my bed, while he tortured her tiny teen body. He stripped her to her panties.

bondage whoreShe is a feisty one. She started hurling insults at him. “My mama may be your bondage whore, but I’m not Loser,” she screamed in his face. He smacked her so hard, she bit her lip, which started to bleed. She looked sacred as he pulled down his pants. Her eyes got as big as the sky when he skull fucked her. She gagged, then puked on his dick, but he held her mouth down firmly at the base, forcing her to swallow her own vomit. She looked horrified and dejected, even scared. Her head dropped down. She lost her spunk. Fear does that to a girl, especially a young girl. He whipped her a few times before cumming on her face. He wasn’t done with her. He massaged her clit to the point of pain. Pulling back the hood, then rubbing the exposed clit at warp speed makes a girl or woman convulse until she  cums. But it is an ruined orgasm. Painful and uncomfortable. He left us there. Tied up and gagged. I was  jealous she got all the abuse. hat just leaves you to hurt me I reckon.

Gangbang Whore Gets Flogged

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You wanted me to tell you my deepest and darkest fantasy. I admitted it was to be used as a cum slut for a big black cock gangbang. You were willing to make my fantasy come true. You invited over some men you knew. They were told they could use my body as they pleased and could even make me their cum dumpster. You sat and watched, stroking your fuckstick as cock after cock used my pussy, my ass, and my tits. There were a total of 12. They cum in me and on me. I was dripping cum from all over my body. My holes had been used and abused, being double and sometimes triple penetrated. I never imagined my asshole could handle two big black cocks at the same time, while my pussy was also being filled. I had come so hard and so much, I was unable to stand on my own.

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When they finished, you carried down to our playroom and told me it was time to pay for the fun I had. You told me I had been a real whore and you would punish me for being such a bad girl and enjoying it so much. You tied my nipples, stretching them as far as they would go. I feared they would be pinched right off as harshly as they were being pulled. The string was digging into my flesh. A rope was placed around my neck and my air was limited. My legs were spread eagle. For being such a gangbang whore, You told me I would pay dearly, and you began to flog my already aching pussy. The pain was exquisite and exactly what I deserved for being such a bad little whore.

Bondage Whore Needs Extreme Bondage

bondage whore berniceBeing a bondage whore may be hereditary. My dad tied my mother up daily all during my school girl days. Not a day goes by that one of my masters doesn’t tie me up for some kinky fun. I came home early from work yesterday. I couldn’t find my daughter, but I heard muffled screams. I followed the sounds, which led me to the basement. I discovered my teen daughter contorted like a squashed bug against the wall in some sort of extreme bondage device. My son was stroking his cock, shooting cum all over his sister who was clearly in pain from the sounds she was making. As I got closer, I realized that he had a fuck machine penetrating her tight holes. It was going back and forth from her ass and her cunt. In the position she was in, her ass was above her head, clearly exposed for her brother’s pleasure. I tried to intervene, but my daughter insisted she wanted to be her brother’s pet. I clearly passed my submissive gene to my daughter. I didn’t realize young girls today even thought about the submissive life.

extreme bondage Her pussy was squirting all over her and the wall as that fuck machine penetrated her tight bald cunt over and over. I was impressed, and a bit jealous. She is younger, certainly more flexible, but I wanted to be contorted like that. I wanted my son to dominate me the way he did his sister. When I asked if I could play, he laughed at me. Informed me I was a fat old whore not worth the effort. I started to play with my pussy watching my son and daughter engaged in some S and M games, but he yelled at me to stop touching my worthless whore pussy. When I didn’t remove my hands from my panties fast enough, he slapped me. When I fell back from the impact, he pissed on my face and reminded me that the women in this house answer to him. I may not get treated the same as my nubile young daughter, but I am going to enjoy being my son’s submissive whore.

Water Bondage And Submission

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My master decided to try something new. It is called water bondage and submission. I am a little afraid but I must submit to his desires. He leads me to the basement where he has a water tank set up. We begin with rope bindings being applied to my ankles, knees, thighs, tits, and arms. I become more and more aroused as each rope is applied and each knot is tied. Next he applies the nipple suckers, which will bring my nipples to their full hardness and make them so ultra sensitive. He attaches the ropes to the pulley which lifts me and suspends me into the air. I am at his mercy. He kisses me deeply telling me how much he enjoys playing with his submissive slut and that we will enjoy exploring the world of water bondage together. My heart is racing. I am unsure what to expect. He fondles my clitoris. My pussy is gaping open due to the position I am tied. He tells me he knows his pet is excited from this play as my pussy is soaking wet. I must admit to my master that his mere touch arouses me. My master begins by spraying my legs with the icy cold water coming from the high powered hose. If I were not bound so tightly, I would probably retreat from the water, getting me into trouble, so I am thankful for the bindings which hold me securely in place. He then moves the water to spray in my face, momentarily taking my breath. He moves lower and aims towards my stomach. He opens up the nozzle wider and can hit my whole body all at once. The icy water feels like pins pricking my skin over and over. It begins to hit my gaping cunt, sending shock waves though me. This is similar to being spanked with a cat-o-nine, but so much more intense. The water hitting my clitoris is driving me crazy as I beg my master to allow me to come. He tells me to hold it. He does not want his slave coming so quickly. It is pure torture trying to hold back. My pussy is tingling. I want to come so badly, but I must obey!

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Prostate Milking Lessons

prostate milking RobynHe put a pair of cute little black panties on me and a cute little lack laced bra. My black collar with it’s silver spikes locked firmly around my neck, Nipple clamps on and tightened all the way down. Ball gag is in place and leather cuffs locked on my wrists and ankles. Master has a lesson set up for me and I have to be shackled and paying close attention. It seems master has discovered the pleasure of prostate massage and I learn from the best what prostate milking is all about. Of course I can’t be free to speak or move while being taught, thus the shackle and ball gag. My confining state will insure that I am paying close attention and that I don’t miss any of the lesson before me. As soon as she is done showing me I will have a demonstrative quiz to insure that I learned well. If I don’t pass I know that I will be punished so I must pay close attention.

Bondage Phone Sex with a Worthless Submissive Whore

bondage phone sex berniceBondage phone sex games require creativity and a stupid slut willing to go that extra mile for her phone master. In real time, you would slap a ball gag in my mouth and restrain me so you could abuse me how you want. But for phone sex calls, you want my mouth free so you can hear my cries, pleas and pain. Since I am a true submissive, I can restrain myself for you. Not as good as you could do it if you were with me, but I can put you on speaker phone then bind my ankles and my wrists. I can even tie up my big worthless tits. That is my favorite actually. I have these big fake titties which are the hallmark of a worthless fuck pig. I have learned to hog tie them until they turn blue. Because I am a true submissive whore, I can abuse them how you desire, sir. I follow all orders. I can burn them with a cigarette. I can scratch them with my long fake finger nails. I can carve your initials in them with a razor blade. I can punch them with my fists. I can pierce the nipples with a hat pin. I can even bite my own nipples off. These tits are as worthless as I am sir. Please force me to abuse them for your pleasure.

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Hanging with my Master

submissive whore breanneMaster called upon me. Demanding I present myself in the nude. So instead of getting dressed I stripped myself of every article of clothing I had on. I had to keep myself some what discrete so I put on a baseball cap to hide my face some what and I walked to my car.

As I begin what is normally an hour long drive to Master’s den I can feel a pool of my wetness beginning to puddle up on my leather drivers seat. I make the haul taking nothing but the main roads instead of the freeway. I must follow his command as I know he has a GPS on my car. It seems as though I get stopped by every light there is. One guy taking full attention and advantage of the view he flashes me his hard cock.

Alas I am at my ready and willing Master’s den. I slowly make my way to his front door as he takes his sweet time opening up for me. Once he does he yanks me by the arm over the threshold slamming the door behind me.

I take notice to the noose like rope dangling from the ceiling. He commands me to lie beneath it as I do. At that moment he begins to wrap my ankles with the rope.
He then hoists me up and leaves me suspended in the air by my ankles. My baseball cap falls to the floor. He shoves a gag rag into my mouth making sure it’s securely in place he grabbed my ass and spun me. I’m now upside down, gagged, and spinning like a freak show ballerina. I love pleasing my master to his content.

I heard the sound of a sharp snap. It was a sound I was all too familiar with. It was~ Whipamina ~. The rule is when I hear the cracks of Whipamina’s voice I must beg for her to kiss my body. “Oh please Whipamina kiss every inch of my tingling body” I muffled through the rag. I knew it was only a matter of time until I felt the sting of his kiss on my slutty little ass. ~Snap~ ~Crack~ another then another. Oh my Master treats me like the bitch princess that I am. I am in such a dizzy spell with blood rushing to my head as I spin around taking all the licks from her.

Apparently I am welted enough to his desire because he call out to me. You filthy little bitch do you need my ointment? Yes, Sir I whimpered through the rag. He fills his hand with as mush precum his hard cock will produce and spreads it over my blistering welts. Instant relief became of my lash marks.

Suddenly I take notice to another piece of rope he grabbed. He beings tying my hands together at the wrists and begins to pull my arms upwards towards my feet. I am now suspended in a hog tie fashion. My head at the perfect height for his fat hard cock. He rips out the gag rag and begins to fuck my throat like never before. Shooting a hot load forcefully down my throat filling my stomach with his massive burning hot load. I can feel it tingle as it slides down the back of my throat. As quick as he came he left the room. Me left helplessly hanging there by myself. Maybe you’d like to hang out with me sometime……..

Bondage Phone Sex Whore for Anal Extreme Bondage Fun

bondage phone sex berniceI like bondage phone sex games. When I first got into bondage it was pretty vanilla. I’d be bound and gagged, sometimes blindfolded for what I considered to be more psychological games. Think 9 1/2 Weeks. Maybe there would be some spanking or breast play. So when an old friend I met at a bondage club in the late 80s found me on Facebook and wanted to hook up, I assumed we would have some old fashioned bondage fun. I guess I am a dumb whore for assuming his kinks haven’t intensified over the years.

I let him restrain me. I was there on my living room floor, helpless like I was 2 decades ago. When he dragged me by my bound feet and started kicking me in the pussy, I knew he had evolved into a hardcore extreme bondage kind of guy. I just prayed snuff was not his thing. He ripped my panties off, forced me on all fours and inserted an anal hook in my ass. If he had just placed the hook in my ass, I would have been okay. I like ass play. I have always been an anal whore. What he did was torture. He dragged me around my house by the anal hook. It was in me so deep, I thought my ass would prolapse. He had me oink like a pig as he pissed all over the floor dragging me around like a red headed mop.

extreme bondageHe even lifted me up in the air by the hook to force me to suck his cock. As I trembled and grimaced in pain, he pissed down my throat. His strength scared me, yet turned me on too. He was a different man now. Meaner, more dominate. By the time he was done using me as his anal rag doll, my ass was gaping open and pretty battered. I’m sitting on an ice pack as I tell my tale hoping someone will give my ass a bit of the hair of the dog that bit it. I am a glutton for punishment.

I Needed To Be Punished

submissive whore robyn1When Joel came home he knew with out asking that I had been a bad whore.
When I gave him the package the UPS driver had brought for him he REALLY knew. I couldn’t lie when he asked me if I had been a bad slut. I had to tell him that I sucked the balls off the sexy UPS driver. I couldn’t help it he was so fucking sexy in his brown uniform.
Joel told me I would have to be punished. I knew that was cumming and my cunt was already wet with anticipation.
First he made me go get the smallest vibrator i had. He knows I like the big one but I had been a bad whore and needed to be punished so all I got was the little tiny one.
He made me put on nothing but my nylons and lay on the bed. Pulling them down a little bit he had me put just the tip of the vibrator in my ass and turn it on.
He knew that would just tease me and make me want more. But that was part of the punishment.
When I couldn’t stand it any more he made me shove it all the way in and pull my nylons up before he spanked my ass till I was crying and begging for mercy.
All while having to admit what a bad little slut I had been and how I deserved to be punished.
My punishment wasn’t slow and included nipple clamps and pain and more begging.
Eventually I can convince Joel that I will be a good girl and he lets me cum. But we both know that I will fuck up again and have to be punished like the submissive whore that I am

My New Master

Submissive Whore Leah (1)As a Fuck toy, I don’t have choices in where I sleep at night.
One night I’ll be in someone’s bed getting my whore mouth fucked, the next I’ll be strapped to a concrete slab in some warehouse with the ropes wrapped so tight that I can feel my nipples going numb.
I can have any one of my wet holes filled with anything imaginable, and some unbelievable, at any given time, and it almost always hurts.
I rarely have a say in anything.
But the pain makes it all worth it, that rush when skin finally breaks and blood oozes, when flesh gets torn off of bone.
That’s how I end up spending the night with Him.
I showed up to his hotel room, he was traveling for work and lonely.
Lonely probably isn’t the right word, more like horny.
Happily married, well employed, a man content with his life, almost.
He had a secret, and I wouldn’t be in his hotel room if he didn’t need to fulfill that particular need.
He surprised me right away, he actually said hello to me, asked me how I was doing. He even took my coat off and asked if I needed anything, not the usual way that a Master would treat their property.
It made me uncomfortable, and he saw that right away. His personality shifted immediately as he glared at me and grabbed my hair, kissing me so hard that his teeth broke my bottom lip open.
I could feel my slit leak as he sucked my blood in his mouth and tore off my shirt and bra.
He shoved me to the floor and told me that he didn’t approve of the slutty way that I dressed, which confused me even more. I was wearing a thin halter top and a leather mini skirt so short that my ass cheeks hung out.
Don’t all Masters like slaves wearing as little clothing as possible?
He sat back on the bed and took off his belt, unzipping his pants to pull out a thick monster cock, rock solid and already leaking precum.
I wanted to suck that meat stick more than anything else in the world, but I may be a worthless whore but I’m not an idiot.
I sat on the floor until he gave me permission to crawl to him.
Once I got to his feet he dragged me over his lap and pulled off my skirt, then started cracking that belt over my entire ass, whipping it raw and bleeding until he moved on to my thighs, going all the way down to my knees.
I’m all drool and tears when he finally changes the belt for his bare hand, which is gently caressing my bloody bum. He makes me count out twenty very hard swats to my already abused ass before he is finally satisfied.
Then he flips me over and does the one thing that I was not expecting.
He holds me in his arms, firm cock pressing into my crack, and he tells me that he doesn’t like for his toys to show other men what belongs to him.
He strokes my hair and tells me what a good little slave I have been, then he tells me I can call him Paul.
I have had a lot of Masters, but only one of them lets me call him Paul.
The rest of the night was a gentle bliss filled blur.