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Abducted in the Woods

Bondage S&M

I had gone camping with some friends over the weekend. I ventured off into the woods for a peaceful walk by myself. The sun was shining as I neared the edge of the river, but that’s when there was a loud thud and I fell to the ground. When I woke up, I was naked aside from my panties, tied up in some sort of cage, dangling just low enough to reach my tippy toes to the ground. My struggling caught the attention of my captor, so he came up to me from out of the brush. Worried, I asked him to let me go and not to harm me because my friends would be looking for me. He just laughed as he walked up holding a whip and a gag. He secured the gag in my mouth so that I could no longer talk such nonsense to him. Then, with all his might, he started whipping me. Each lash stung like fire, but I had no choice. I couldn’t even shield my body with my arms, as they were restrained. The ropes wouldn’t budge, so I was forced to endure the lashings. After my body was almost entirely covered in bloody, raw welts, he came up and ripped off my panties. I flailed and cried out, but it was no use. He steadied my legs in his powerful arms and had no mercy as he start impaling my dry asshole. His cock was tearing apart my ass and it burned, but there was nothing I could do. Nobody was coming to my rescue. After he was finished, he knocked me out again and left me somewhere I didn’t recognize. I was left in the woods to wander naked back to our campsite.

Slave Training for the Workplace

Slave trainingThey walked into the office, and I knew I was in trouble. They were 2 of Master’s friends, and I knew well enough that when they came around, Master wasn’t going to be far behind. I thought about trying to get up and run, but I knew that would only make matters worse. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve punishment, but for Master to send them by my job, even so close to the end of the day, meant it was bad. They bound me to the chair I was seated in, and then proceeded to slowly cut my clothes off, shirt, then bra, then skirt. They left my panties whole, and I wondered if that was at Master’s bidding. When Master walked in, the scowl on his face told me I’d done fucked up. His crop was in his right hand, and I even noticed that it wasn’t his favorite crop – it was the well-worn, well-used crop that he liked to punish his slaves with. He didn’t just walk over to me, either. He walked to my boss’s office, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of them talking behind that door, they both walked out. The humiliation of my boss seeing me all but naked compounded the situation. Master explained that my boss had called the house and left a voicemail with a complaint about my forgetting something when I had left the day before. It was important, and I’d apologized to my boss when he’d approached me about it this morning. I sat there and looked directly at Master’s feet, knowing anything else was unacceptable. He took that crop and swung it, hitting me across the shoulders. He smacked each breast, the inside and outside of each thigh, and right across my tummy. I was welted everywhere. I knew I’d never do that again…

Bondage Whore Bernie Needs Punished

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on Tinder, FetLife and a few other fetish sites. I can’t help it. I love bondage. Do you remember those old silent short films with the woman in peril tied to a train track? I masturbated to those images as a wee girl. I wanted tied up then rescued. As I grew up, I wanted tied up and abused. Something about being vulnerable and helpless and at your mercy makes my cunt wet. I’m trusting a stranger or a master not to kill me. Not to permanently hurt me. My master, my boss, ties me up to my office chair often. Yesterday, he was feeling mean. It happens, but not often. Normally, we have more of a sensual master slave relationship. Hardcore bondage and nipple torture made his dick hard. He tied the ropes so hard, my wrists bled. He ripped my shirt open, exposing my DD breasts. He slapped my tits so hard they started to turn colors immediately. He started sucking on my right tit. It felt amazing, until he bit so hard on the nipple it tore. I was bleeding down my breast. He grabbed my jaw, spit my blood and flesh in my face and said, “Did you think I would not know about your little online endeavors, bitch.” He was not happy I was moonlighting. I was being punished; not for cheating, but for not asking permission to be on those sites. Master owns me. I know I am his property, no better than the office chair I was strapped to. He spent the rest of the day punishing me for my violation of our master servant relationship. He sodomized my ass with the stapler, along with other office supplies. Lesson learned the hard way. At his age, I didn’t know he still had all that in him.

Bondage Whore Bernie

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on the circuit. I go into any BDSM club in my state and that is how I am addressed. I have quite the reputation for BDSM games. I hate that these Fifty Shades of Grey movies trivialize the lifestyle. BDSM is not a fad for me. It is my way of life. When my Master was younger, he really enjoyed tying me up. We used everything from heavy duty climbing rope to his silk ties. Sometimes we even used my pantyhose. It just depended on if he wanted to leave a mark or not. Once I was tied up a slew of sensual games ensued. Sometimes we played with hot candle wax. Sometimes ice cubes. Sometimes bare bottom spankings. Other times more hardcore like a belt strap or a Cat o Nine tails. Master was not into disfiguring me. He was not into leaving marks that lingered for days. It was about trust. It was about submission. No one believes in that kind of old school S&M relationship anymore. It’s a new  world for a subby whore like me. Trying to find a master like the one I have is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I have been testing the waters for new Masters, using phone sex as a way to see what the modern dominant man is like. I’ve  discovered that my Master is from a bygone world that likely doesn’t exist anymore. I’m trying to prepare myself for what is coming. In my quest for a suitable replacement I have been tied up and left for days with no food or water sitting in my own waste. I have had my tits punched so hard a saline bag ruptured. I have had my face shoved in a toilet filled with shit and piss. I have been forced to eat puke. I have been ordered to service men with 4 legs. I have been gangbanged by men  half my age. I’m dreading the day my Master surrenders me because I cannot live in a world where I am not owned, but the men of this new age terrify me.

Bondage Chat with Master

Bondage chatHe asked if I thought I had been good enough to orgasm today. I begged him for an orgasm, on my knees. He told me to sit down on the bed and touch myself, and I did. I did every little thing he asked me to. I sucked my own nipple, bit the shit out of it, then did the same to the other. He let me finger myself until I got close, then told me to stop. He told me that what he wanted to do to me was tie my tits up so tightly that they started turning blue. Then, he wanted to tie my hands up, hang me from the ceiling so that I had to stand on my tiptoes, and attach nipple clamps to my tits. Then, he would take some young thing, and he would treat her like a princess in front of me, making me watch as he fed her, massaged her, and fucked the ever-loving shit out of her. And, when he felt like I couldn’t possibly tolerate another moment of the torture, he’d drop me to my knees and face fuck me. At that point, he shoved his dick down my throat, and I gagged on it, trying to breathe around it repeatedly. He showed me exactly how hard he would face fuck me then, and then he didn’t even let me have his cum. He pulled out and shot it all over my face, then scraped it off to feed to the little princess. I felt completely humiliated.

Can You Break Me?

BDSM phone sexI have a real attraction to strong men. Okay, it’s more like an addiction. It gets me so excited when a man knows exactly how to handle me. I can be a handful, so I need a man who will put me in my place. The rougher, the better! Tie me up if you want to work me over like the pain slut that I am. Once I’m hog-tied with my body exposed, start out with a lit cigarette. Something about the feeling of it burning my flesh makes me hot! I cough up the biggest wad of spit in my mouth and hurl it into your eye. Is the lit cigarette all you got?!! I want you to unload everything on me. Ahhhh…that’s right, you’ve got those nipple clamps with the teeth on them.

Surprising Night At Home

I had no idea my night would include bondage and submission! My boyfriend went away on a business trip for the weekend. I thought it would be the perfect time to take a relaxing bubble bath and do my nails. It felt so good to slip my robe off and sink down into the bubbles. I drifted off into such a relaxed state that I didn’t even hear the door open.  I felt a hands on my shoulders pushing me under water! I flailed my arms and kicked my feet, trying to get a breath. The stranger pulled me up by my hair. All I saw was his masked face. He screamed at me to get out of the tub. When I bent to pick up my robe, he slapped me. I stood up quickly, leaving the robe on the floor. He marched me into the bedroom where two other men were waiting with rope and a gag. I knew it was no use to scream. They tied me to the bed face up. They took out a baseball bat and electrodes,  hooked me to a battery and started unzipping their pants. That’s where my long night began.Bondage and submission

Extreme Fetish Phone Sex – Sensory

Extreme fetish phone sexThere were clamps pinching my nipples, bruising the flesh, making me cringe with the pain. They were tugged on every so often, and I couldn’t help but groan with the sensations flowing back from those sensitive little nubbins. I was face-down, suspended from the ceiling by various ropes, which were cutting into my skin, leaving what I knew would be rope burns across my chest, arms, belly, legs and ankles. My mouth was gagged, my eyes blindfolded. I felt a hum fill the air, and I knew that someone had started a violet wand, and dread and anticipation filled me. I had no idea where it was going, if it was even going to touch skin. And suddenly, it did: it touched the outside of my pussy lips, sending a jolt through me, before being removed again. I feel fingers spread my pussy lips, and air kiss my cunt. Then, I feel that electric jolt touch down so close to the clit that I scream through my gag. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, but damn me is it exciting!

Bondage and submission my new Master

Bondage and submissionThis girl has a new Master! It’s so exciting, my old Master was old and sick, and I stayed with him until the end. He had willed me to his best friend’s son who has been like a son to him. He’s been a good Master to me. Kind and with a gentle hand ensuring that I have the time to mourn but he has felt that time was over. It was time for me to leave behind my old Master who had passed and fully belong to the Master whom owned me now. So, I found myself at a black-tie event. Wearing a long white silk wrap dress so shimmery and thin you could see my body underneath it. Silver shackles around my ankles and wrists a pink silk collar around my throat. I was the main event, and as I saw my Master across the room and my pussy began to get wet with excitement. Master came to meet me, leaning forward with a gentle smile and a sweet kiss. “You look beautiful tonight.” He led me to a platform in the middle of the ball room and all the Mistresses and masters watched me from the platform. He ran his hand against my ass, giving it a light swat. “I can’t wait to make you scream for everybody. He promises causing a ripple of excitement through me as he looked over an assortment of tools including a flogger, cane, riding crop, Hitachi, nipple clamps… to much to list. All to prove just what a good girl I am for Master.

 

Bondage S&M Whore – BDSM Party

The last party I went to was bloody amazing!! rather than breaking up into voluntary groups and separating, the party was held in someone’s workshop, which had been cleared out for the occasion. There were tables that had been loaned for the party, along with an “X” and hooks all along the ceilings and shackles tied into the walls. The subs were offered straws, and ¾ of us were bound to random “stations”. I was hung from the ceiling, my toes barely touching the floor, it was not entirely uncomfortable, but definitely put a strain on some unused muscles.Bondage S&M

The doms and unlucky subs took turns at each station. The first group clamped my nipples and attached the other end to a battery, allowing me to anticipate the shocks each time. A guy brought over this metal device, and I could only imagine it was some make-shift violet rod. Sure enough, he started shocking the fuck out of my inner thighs, and the tip of my clit. One of the unlucky subs got tired of watching and not participating, so she walked up to me, lifted my legs to wrap them around her neck, and buried her face in my cunt. I was so turned on, and the next nipple jolt tore through me, forcing me to grind my cunt harder into her face, triggering an instant orgasm. She ate harder, licking as much of my juices out as she could before sliding 3 fingers into me. She rammed my cunt hard, forcing it open more and more. I felt like she was trying to rip me in half, but eventually that drove me to another hard orgasm. I came so many times, and so hard each time, that my legs still tremble to think of it!