My Dom Told Me No! All This Slutty S&M Bondage whore wanted was to buy new shackles. I put on my white slut dress he loves and petitioned on my Knees Like a good Subby whore. He said My Old shackles worked fine! I pouted and Pleaded to no avail. Instead, he put my old ones on even though they chaffed and cut into me. I have been in and out of this Masters Life and I want to keep him pleased so I submitted as he had me bound and thrust his cock deep in my throat. He came in my mouth and then put my favorite ball gag in my mouth. I was slapped three times and then my dress hiked up and my new panties cut off. My ass was used to get his cock hard as he called me a stupid whore and ran his cock up and down my ass crack spitting on my backside. His belt came off and I was whipped with the very end on my pussy lips until he said they were pink and swollen enough for him to fuck me. He was violent and I was cumming hard as he pulled out and jerked my head up by my hair to cum on my face. Then He left me right here begging around my gag to be released. What would you do If you found me bound and covered with cum after a good lashing and fucking?
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Sister wives
There is something about a man that knows what he likes and what he needs. I have been a complete slave pet with my sister wives. We are exposed to nonstop sadistic submissive sex. We are trained to walk behind our master and spread our cunts whenever he needs a piece of us. My sister wives are hot sluts ready to jump at his demands. We are competitive deep down inside. We know there is only one special place and that is our masters accomplice slave pet. I have been his slave pet for a little bit now and don’t plant on being demoted. There is nothing I won’t do to make sure I stay the star of the pack.I keep my holes ready and I am always willing. I have become the perfect fisting slut. I don’t mind abusing my holes for him. I will hurt other sluts for his attention always. My sister wives are well trained. I help run the pack and make them realize they are lucky to serve.
Bondage Chat: Kinky Shit is on Twitter
Bondage chat ties me up. Literally, ties me up. I met Marcus in bondage chat room. Actually, I discovered the chat room on Twitter. Even kinky fetish places have a social media presence. We agreed to meet up. I am always leery of meeting strangers. They aren’t always who they say they are, but since I have no official master anymore, I miss being tied up. Bondage makes me feel so vulnerable and helpless. I need that. I need to have control taken away from me. I am a piece of shit and anything that reinforces what I already know makes me wet. Marcus was great at tying knots. He did a stint in the Navy and learned how to make knots no one could get untied. As a bondage whore, I was thrilled to be tied up by someone who knew what the fuck he was doing. The problem was he didn’t want to untie me. I was in his place, which I almost never do. I usually meet someplace neutral or at my place, but I was jonesing to be some one’s slave. I thought he was a normal man who liked to tie up chicks. He loves to tie up women and leave them on his bed for a few days. I pissed his bed, even shit on his sheets. Two days tied up with no water and no food, no bathroom. I did get a few cum feedings, but that was it. He finally released me and was like we should do it again soon sometime. Hell no. I love being tied up, but I don’t like the humiliation of soiling myself. I miss my master. I had no idea it would be so hard to find a new owner.
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Server slut
My master wasn’t playing when he told me he was going to make me the laughing stock of the bar. I was going to walk around naked and completely exposed, and I was going to show off my body and be a good hardcore bondage slut. I was going to let the guys all have fun making my ass gape and prolapsing me. I was in for a rude awakening. I thought it was going to be something mild. My master has never once shared me with anyone. I was surprised to see him willing to let all his buddies use me. I was going to get whipped and strangled just like I should be. I’m a slave pet and need to know that there is no special treatment. Master thought my head got too big when I outshined in the slave pet academy. I know I’m nothing special. I was born a woman, and I need to realize that I will forever be beneath men.
Bondage Whore and Torture Pig
I am such a bondage whore. I hooked up with a guy on Tinder. I knew my Master would consider it cheating. If he finds out about my encounter, he will punish me severely. He is old and no longer plays bondage games with me like he did 20 years ago. I like sensual bondage. I crave being tied up and feeling vulnerable. I thought this guy was into the same things I was into. At least that is what he told me. Everything was going according to plan initially. He had rope and silk scarves to tie me up with; he even had a few leather ties too. Once I was hogtied, however, he changed. He had me vulnerable and restrained. That is when his sadistic side came out. I guess this was karma for cheating on my Master. He had a cattle prod he used on my tits. Electric shocks pulsated through my body. No safe word was working. He wasn’t into bondage, but torture. He hated women. He kept hurling insults as he shocked my body, laughed and pissed on me. I could smell the body hair burnt from the prod. I begged to be released. He just laughed some more and said, “I’m not done with you yet whore.” Suddenly, there was a room filled with other men. They started spitting on me, kicking me and pissing on me too. The more I cried, the harder they laughed. I have no idea how long my humiliation lasted, but I smelled like an outhouse by the time they were done. I love bondage and submission games, but this was neither bondage or a game. It was torture and humiliation. When him and his friends were done with me, he let me go. All he said was, “A stupid whore should never hook up with a random stranger unless she has a death wish.” He told me I got off lucky. Perhaps I did.