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Brother’s submissive whore

Submissive whore

My brother is a true sadistic. He loves nothing more than torturing my tiny little pussy and making me his whore. He’s so rough with me, sometimes I try to fight him off or hide from him, but it does no good. Last night he was being suspiciously nice to me. He offered me a drink and I accepted it. After a few sips I started feeling woozy and passed out. When I woke up I was bound in rope and gagged. He placed painful clamps on my pussy lips and stretched them until they were sore and red. Then he opened the door and led a crowd of his friends inside. He told them he had a special treat for them and that the treat was me. They could do anything they wanted to me for the rest of the night. They tortured my pussy with clamps and tied ropes around my tits and put pins on my nipples. When they were done torturing me, each of them took turns fucking me and passing me around like a doll. None of my holes were safe. My ass, pussy, and mouth were all fucked and cummed in throughout the night until they were too tired to keep going.

Waiting

Submissive slut

I want to be your good girl, Daddy. Once you got my tits, arms, legs, ankles, and pantyhose covered pussy all tied up you had me wait hours for you. Part of my submission is being available whenever it is you decide to use me, Master. The anticipation certainly makes my pussy wet but I just crave your cock so much. To be a good little submissive whore I must wait here patiently, as you instructed. I wouldn’t dare risk the punishment if I moved. Your punishments range from spankings, whippings, rough sex, and my biggest fear – you not fucking or touching me at all! That’s the punishment I’m most effected by. I need your touch and approval and I need to hear I’m your good fucking whore. Mostly, I need to hear that I’m your good girl.

 

Choking

Submissive whore

Your hand around my throat was terrifying. You strung me up in orange ropes, put a ball gag on me, and hung me from the ceiling. Nipple clamps tore at my sensitive nipples as you tugged on them. You aggressively shoved your fat fingers in my cunt and rammed them in and out violently. You slapped my face, spit on me, pulled my hair. You shoved toys in my asshole, without any lubricant, and slapped my already burning tits. It was obvious you were having fun. You got your cock out and with the juices from my cunt on your fingers, started jerking off. One hand on your cock and the other around my throat. The grip getting tighter and tighter the closer you came to an orgasm. Fuck. I’m going to pass out.

I’m a Slave Whore

Bondage and submission

 

Let me be your pussy whore I’ll do whatever you ask me to do. I want to be your fucking slave you can make me mind you, and I will do what you want me to. There are no rules with me I will break every law that Society has just to please you. You are my master, and I am your submissive piece of tramp trash. Let me be your lot lizard skank you are everything to me, and all I ever dream about is you. I need you badly can’t you tell that I’ll do whatever you want me to I want you so fucking bad oh babe give me all of your love. I want you to treat me like trash because I’m your tree Ash and you can beat my pussy up with your big stiff cock any time you think about doing it. Oh my goodness I’ll do whatever you want me to I promise there are no things that I won’t do not for you I will be willing I will be able I do it now. My mother, she keeps saying you’re a bad boy, but I don’t give a damn because I need you. Fuck me harder in my asshole fuck me like you really need to, and I will obey your every instruction I want your big fat cock in my ass hole.

Submissive and Bondage Whore

bondage whoreWhen you are a bondage whore, you go through great measures to get tied up. Many of those measures put you at risk. Pain whores have it easier. It is not difficult to inflict pain on yourself. It is more difficult to tie your own self up, however. I was desperate for some bondage games. My boss isn’t in to bondage. He just likes to whip me and torture me. My son will tie me up, but he will leave me for days. So, there aren’t people in my life who will tie me up. I need to go on fet life or Tinder or visit a bondage club. Most of the clubs were closed for the holidays, so I met a guy on Fet Life. Normally, I am more careful with strangers, but my need to be bound and gagged out weighed my sensibilities. I invited Nathan to my home. Things didn’t go well from the get-go. I had a form of buyer’s remorse. I tried to change my mind when I saw him. He was repulsive looking, and he smelled. He charged the door and tied me up. I was scared because I didn’t know what he was capable of and he was in my home. He stood over me calling me names like fat pig and whore. He kicked me several times. He even pissed on me. He circled me for hours hurling insults and kicking me. His cock was in his hand the entire time. He was mumbling something about a submissive whore not being able to reject him. He clearly was unbalanced. I didn’t know if he would kill me or fuck me. He did neither. He pissed on me, kicked me until I was black and blue and insulted me for hours then just left. My daughter came home and found me. She just shook her head and told me I was going to get myself killed.

Becoming His Pain Slut

BDSM phone sexI have discovered something about myself.  I love pain.  Well I do not love it, it hurts like a son of a bitch but I get off on it.  I didn’t even realize the effect it had on me until He mentioned it.  The ropes were tight against my pussy and clit.  Every once in a while He would come over to grab the rope and move it slightly.  It pinched my pussy lips and clit and caused me to gasp.

I couldn’t move at all, my legs and arms were firmly secured in place.  I wanted so badly to move them away from that area because the bite of the rope hurt more than anything else.  He knew that and would slap my tits because I was thinking about it.  He always knows.  He then took a crop and slapped it lightly against my pussy lips which caused the ropes to move even more.

The little taps became harder and harder.  I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain, and my body was shaking.  I was almost jumping off the bed, or as much as I could anyway, which wasn’t much.  He pulled his cock out, pulled the tape off my mouth, then stuck his cock down my throat so that I couldn’t breath for a few seconds.  He then smacked my already sore clit and lips with the crop again, He pulled His cock out, then dove back in.  He asked me if His slut loved pain.  I tried to shake my head no, He slapped my clit even harder.  I cried out. 

He asked me a few more times and each time I would frantically try to shake my head no while he was face fucking me slowly, and each time the crop would come down harder.  He put the crop down, bent over me, parted the ropes, shoved two fingers into my pussy and pulled them out.  He removed his hard cock from my mouth only to thrust His fingers in.  I could taste myself.  He looked down at me and said, “My slut loves pain or her pussy would not be pouring out juice like that.”  He pulled his fingers out to put His cock back in, He pushed His dick into my throat as far as He could and came.

He looked down at me and smiled.  He said, “My very own pain slut, who knew?”  He then slapped my clit over and over again, not hard, but hard enough.  I could feel the orgasm building.  I was shocked!  He said, “Tell me you are My pain slut.”  I couldn’t bring myself to say it.  He stopped.  He told me He wouldn’t continue until I admitted to what I was.  I almost screamed out, “I’m Your pain slut!”  I needed release so badly.  He kissed my lips then rubbed my clit until I came.  I wonder what other delicious torturous adventures await me.

Bondage Thank You Sir!

bondage and submission

I love when my master does his intricate bondage on this submissive slut. I mean look at this cut and sexy bondage rope. I am in complete immobility. My tits are out so he can spank them as he loves. Spank them and I will ask for another. My ball gag serves as a way to keep my screams from echoing in our house. My ass is red with his spanks. I love being his subby slut. I love getting abused and used. Please squirt your cum on me, Master. I want to be covered in sticky sweet sperm.  I will do anything to please and I love being a naughty whore. I get tied up because I love being his subby nasty little whore.

Countdown to the New Year

nbondage chatBondage chat is pretty much how my master pens all the insidious thoughts that come thru his mind. He thinks out loud all the things he wants to do to me. I knew the New Year’s celebration would involve me getting plowed by all his friends. On the countdown for when the ball drops they were going to rip off my nipple clamps and fuck me with a huge spiked butt plug. I was going to go into the new year with a torn up asshole.

I was gagged up and not even lubed up for their torture. They loved that I was going to drop on that anal plug right as the clock strikes twelve. I could hear the anticipation in their voices. The count down was begging and with each second that went by I was growing worried. My toes were curling up as I was getting my back and ass whipped. I was practically bleeding. That pain was nothing compared to was my ass was going to endure. Once the ball dropped so did I. My asshole right on that spiked anal plug. I could feel my ass prolapse. The giggles filled my cries. I was starting the New Year how I deserve.

Man Cave

Bondage phone sexHe told me He wanted some friends over and I was to make sure that I had everything prepared for Them.  I made sure the house was spotless, up to His standards, I also made sure that there were enough drinks, and food.  He toured His house to check over everything.  When He was done He came to me to say that He was well pleased.  I smiled.

His guests arrived and I was dressed in the clothing and shoes that He had provided for me. I welcomed each Man who walked through the door, taking Their coats, then leading Them downstairs to the Man Cave to watch the footballs games.  After All were situated, I made my way around the room, taking drink orders.  I could tell that All were looking at me, watching me.  I took care of everything.  I served them the food that I had lovingly prepared. All was going splendidly, until I dropped a tray of food in the kitchen.  I cleaned it up, then restocked the tray and made my way back downstairs.

When I entered the downstairs the game was off.  All were looking at me and He was standing up.  I knew right away that He knew that I had dropped the tray.  I wasn’t sure how though since the Kitchen was on the other side of the house.  I didn’t break anything, it just dropped.  He told me to put the tray down.  I became nervous.  He gestured for me to approach Him. 

Before I knew what was happening He had lifted my dress over my ass, pushed me over His lap, and started to paddle me.  He was using the new paddle He had made.  It was a dull thud against my backside, but it hurt none-the-less. I was trying not to cry at the pure humiliation of it all.  He was scolding me as if I were much younger.  The Other’s were encouraging Him, telling Him to give me more swats so that I could learn my lesson.

When He was through, He thought it best that I be tied to the post in a stress position until the game that was playing was over.  He tied me tightly, not speaking to me as he did so.  The rope bit into my skin, I would have marks that would be need to be covered at the office.  He turned the game back on and They all watched without so much as giving me a second glance.

Great Lengths

Bondage S&M

He told me to be careful.  He wants me to have a good time while I am out with my friends but to pay attention to my surroundings, keep my head about me.  I told him I would before I hung up the phone.  I got dressed, then drove to the club.  I was meeting friends, and since I had to get up early in the morning I drove there myself.  I made sure that I only had one glass of Champagne, so I could leave early and get home in time.  The rest of the evening I drank sparkling water. 

I am not sure what happened, but when I left I was just about to my car when I started to feel incredibly dizzy.  I had to hold onto the car so that I could stay on my feet, I had just opened up my door and then everything changed. When I woke up I was in the back of a mini-van, there were two men driving.  I had  no clue where we were, it was very dark out so I knew we weren’t near any big towns, or a city.  I started to panic and I felt like I was going to get sick.

Eventually we pulled over and I was shaking because I was terrified. My legs and wrists were secured and I had no way to get the duct tape off.  I was yanked from the back of the mini-van, and placed in between the two men so I could hop my way to the front of the vehicle.  One of them secured a piece of duct tape over my mouth.  The passenger door was still open and I was bent over the seat.  My legs and ass were outside the vehicle while my tits were pressed up against the actual seat.

The first sting happened suddenly.  It cut through the skin on my ass cheek as if it was made of butter.  I cried out, the second was hard but I could tell it wasn’t as sharp as the first, but it still hurt more than I could bare.  Sweat covered my body, I was trying to wiggle around, to get away, but that was not possible.  A third, fourth, and fifth lash came down just as hard.  I was sobbing.  Then I felt something thick and wet squirted between my ass cheeks.  I had no idea of what it was but then I felt the first four fingers burst their way into my asshole.  The whipping was bad enough but this brought on a whole new level of pain.

I tried to beg through the duct tape, it came out as just a muffled whimper.  I felt the last knuckle of the thumb penetrate my ass, then I felt a fist form.  I was being fisted and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  I kept praying, pleading, crying, and anything else I could think of to make it stop.  I felt the fist slip from my ass and there was an overwhelming sense of relief.  I could tell my asshole was gaping open.  Then I felt his cock, ramming at full speed into me.  At that point I had given up, I told myself that if perhaps I tried to enjoy what was happening that maybe I would.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath through my nose and pushed back against the eager cock.  His hand slipped between my legs and my clit was pinched hard.  I yelped again, but I liked it, I liked the pain.  His fingers started to softly stroke my clit, then it would be pinched again.  This went on until He came deep inside of me. 

I was turned around roughly while the man took his Balaclava off.  It was Him, my Sir whom I had spoken to before I left to spend time with my friends.  He looked at me and said, “Next time do as you are told instead of ignoring your surroundings.  This could of been really bad for you, I hoped you learned your lesson.”