Slave training, bound and gagged, I’m so lucky to be on a path to becoming Daddy’s perfect whore. It’s a challenge I never regretted taking on, no matter how rough he is on me.
Hours spent bound and gagged, my body stretched and contorted in ways I never thought possible. Each session left me aching and sore, but also craving more. Pain makes me cum, and I am totally addicted to the feeling of being used and controlled.
Endless hours of being tied up were the only way I would truly embrace my role as Daddy’s submissive Bondage whore. I learned to worship his cock with every ounce of my being, eagerly swallowing his load and begging for more. I found myself craving the feeling of his hands on my body, his voice in my ear, his dominance over me.
I close my eyes and unhinge my jaw for his punishment. Wider I open up, suffocating on his big, hard king cock. I drool so much, I erupt, coating his shaft in vomit. I knew my punishment would hurt more after that. Master’s cock gave my asshole the proper beating of a lifetime!
Tag: Bondage submission
Slave training makes me endure Daddy’s punishment
Dark past daddy dick and friends stretch my succle starfish
Daddy had a dark past, evil, nasty, which left him with a sick mind. I was his object of destruction, from the inside out. Since I was a little one, a small whore with a fuzzy little fanny he was already coming up with plans to breed me whether I liked it or not. Spreading my tiny kitty from a young age using all types of devices, what kind you may ask? Well, there’s too much to list. Some run 15 inches long to short fat nubs with thorns meant to shred my inner vag walls, daddy loved his bloody fecal cum.
Daddy had plans and also made lots of money especially when I was stolen, kidnapped, assaulted, and violated. The more gruesome the sexual encounter, the better profit. Ripped from cheerleading practice in my little uniform was daddy’s style, taken by surprise. He had a plan, and every man loves an anxious, young, fuzzy fanny, ready to be ripped apart from ass to clit, baby booty bondage bitch.
Perfect opportunity to smash and pack my fudge holes. Sliced and diced, cut up and bruised, I began to love the abuse. Young thick, copious amounts of fresh virgin bloody cum. The satisfaction of my broken slant eaten, sucked up and swallowed by these old creepy fucks.
Master’s Bukkake Delight: A Submissive Slut’s Dream
Fuck, being a submissive slut is a dream come true, especially when my master decides to share me with his friends. Last night, he tied me up, my wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts, my body spread wide and vulnerable. I could feel the cool air on my naked skin, my nipples hard and aching for touch.
Master started by teasing me, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, making me squirm with anticipation. He leaned down, his breath hot on my ear. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice a low and dominant growl.
I nodded, my voice a desperate plea. “Yes, Master. I’ll be a good slut for you.”
He smiled, a cruel and knowing grin, before turning to his friends. “Who wants to go first?” he asked, his voice a low and seductive murmur.
One of his friends stepped forward, his cock already hard and ready. He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as he slid into me with one swift thrust. I moaned, my body arching against the bonds, the sensation of his cock filling me overwhelming.
He started to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his hands gripping my thighs as he pounded into me. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with need. But he pulled out before I could cum, a wicked grin on his face.
The next friend took his place, his cock just as hard and ready. He entered me, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing me with his pace. I begged, my voice a desperate plea for more, for harder, for faster.
Master watched, his hand stroking his cock as he observed the scene. “Such a good little slut,” he murmured, his voice a low and approving growl. “Taking cock after cock like the whore you are.”
I moaned in agreement, my body on fire with pleasure. Friend after friend took their turn, each one filling me, each one bringing me to the brink of orgasm before pulling out and leaving me wanting more.
Finally, Master decided it was his turn. He positioned himself between my legs, his cock hard and throbbing. He entered me with one powerful thrust, his hips slamming against mine as he pounded into me.
“Cum for me, slut,” he commanded, his voice a harsh and dominant whisper. “Cum for me while I fill you with my seed.”
I came, my body convulsing with pleasure as I screamed his name. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep inside me. I could feel his hot cum filling me, coating my walls, dripping out of me as he pulled out.
But he wasn’t done. He signaled to his friends, and they gathered around the bed, their cocks hard and ready. One by one, they stroked themselves, aiming their cocks at my face as they came, shooting their loads onto my tits, my face, my mouth. I opened wide, trying to catch as much as I could, swallowing and licking my lips, eager for more.
Master smiled down at me, a satisfied and proud grin on his face. “Good girl,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “You took that like a champ, my little cum slut.”
Fuck, being a submissive slut is the best. If you want to join the fun, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re ready for a wild and intense ride, because I’m not just any slut, I’m a cum-loving, bukakke-ready submissive, and I demand the best.















