Deep down, I’ve always been a filthy, depraved Pain Slut but I just never knew it.
My first taste of pain came from a one night stand, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger with an enormous bulge under leather pants.
Back then, I was your average young, bratty cocktease; Always flashing my tight and hairless pussy under short skirts and never, EVER wearing a bra just so my puffy, sensitive nipples would peek over my tiny tops. Nothing gets my pussy soaking wet quicker than playing with men, letting them think they have a chance to taste me and then smashing their hope to pieces.
Mr. Mystery bought me round after round of drinks, sometimes bringing them to me himself and every time I would brush him off, snotty attitude turned on high and always taking the drink with me.
His persistence paid off, or maybe he put something in one of my many, MANY drinks, but I left the bar with Mr. Sexy Leather Pants and went to his place.
As soon as we got through the door he fisted my hair and dragged me into his bedroom, me kicking and screaming the whole way as I felt strands of hair being torn off of my scalp.
Right before we got to his bed he grabbed my shirt and ripped it off, using it to gag me. He threw me on the bed and started… CHEWING on my extremely sensitive nipples! Wrists held above my head, tears falling down my face, and my cunt wetter than it has EVER been before, juices oozing down my thighs.
He grabbed my cute leather belt and worked it off of me, He looked me dead in the eye before saying “You know you’ve had this coming for a long damn time, don’t you?”
He flipped me over and laid a quick amount of sharp smacks to my perky cheeks, one right after the other without stopping.
I’m moaning through my gag until the spanking turns into something close to a beating, then I’m a writhing, screaming mess trying to grind my clit against the mattress.
My poor ass was burning hot by the time he was done with it, but not with me.
My ruined leather belt tied my hands behind my back, gigantic throbbing cock being shoved into my tight twat, and the rest of the night is a blur of pain and bliss.
My purpose in life has since been made clear to me: My body is for your pleasure.
Tag: Bondage whore
Submissive Whore
The look in his eyes as he tied me up made my cunt wet.
The way he grinned as he ran the whip up and down my naked body made my cunt drip.
My master was happy to have me tied to the bed.
I am his pet, but I want to do everything I can to make my master happy.
My pussy drools as he rubs his hands up and down my body.
He stops to slap me and then rubs me again.
It is my job to please my master.
I am his subby slave and I always do as master tells me.
He calls me his Submissive Whore.
I am proud to be his and only his.
My lips, my body, my mind will never stray from him.
He has complete and total control over my body, mind and soul.
I am his.
I will do as he tells me, I crave his smile.
Make me please you master.
Working Hard
My master made me work for him today. He told me he would have friends over tonight and they would be using my pussy as entertainment. He tied me up to a chair in the living room and told me I was only allowed to moan. He then blindfolded me and as his boys came over they each fingered, rubbed, and played with my pussy whenever they liked. I could not se anyone but as the voices became more so did their fun. They took turns shoving items in my pussy. Pool sticks, beer bottles, and of course their cocks. I must have been fucked by over 15 guys that night and they all flooded me with their cum. When they left my master kissed me and then left me tied up so he could fuck me. His long cock was so much different than the others and that is the only cock I craved. He even let me swallow his load since the other guys had already flooded my pussy. My master loves me so and I am so happy that he rewards me with his cum.
Slave Training in the rain
Like a good slut I was running the other day trying to lose some of this weight when suddenly it started to rain and storm. I was 5 miles from my car and the nearest building other than a shower/restroom I had seen when running by earlier. I decided to head back that way to get cover. I was running through the rain when suddenly I felt something hit my head hard and suddenly I was on the ground and he was on top of me. He was breathing hard as he shoved my face into the dirt. It was raining hard and I couldn’t see him as much as I tried to struggle. He held me down firm as he touched my ass and tits and slit his hands down the front of my pants. I screamed and tried to get away which I suppose angered him as he shoved a knife against my throat warning me to not fuck with him. I was terrified and stopped stuggling. He ripped my shorts off my body, I was slick with the rain, my face still in the dirt, some of it even in my mouth. He slapped my ass and pussy hard then slowly began to run his knife along my curves and creases. He said nothing as I cried in the rain, so scared… but strangely horny. He noticed that the wetness between my legs was no longer the rain but me. He finally laughed and it sent chills down my spine… he was going to ruin me I just knew it. He order me to get off the ground and walk. I did so and I saw the showers and bathrooms ahead. I knew not to get excited, no one would be near here anytime soon. I stumbled as he pushed me to hurry up, he then allowed me to see his face and I knew then that it was it for me, I was going to be here a long time. He tied my arms above my head and gaged me. He turned the shower on full hot, the dirt washing off of me as he scalded my skin with the boiling water. I couldn’t move… he laughed and I knew it was time to surrender myself for good.
Submissive Whore Turned Into A Scare-Ho
It all started, when He, along with some of His friends decided to go and get pumpkins so that I could decorate them for O/our outdoor decor. I was tired from a long day at the office so the last thing I wanted to do was carve pumpkins. However, He insisted so I started to carve them. On the last one I made a sad face because I was tired and all I wanted to do is to go to bed.
His friends are well aware of O/our relationship and told Him that before I go to bed I should have to wear the “pity me” pumpkin. He thought it was a great idea. He took it and cut the bottom off of it and stuck it over my head. He told me that since I was off from work for the next couple of days that I could just wear my “pity me” pumpkin while I made O/our dinner.
I asked Him if he realized how hard it would be to cook with a pumpkin on my head. In all honesty I was kidding around, having the pumpkin on my head actually made me laugh. However, He considered my statement to mean I was talking back. Something that I never do, as I do my best to be the best submissive for Him that I can. I was shocked at His reaction since I have never really been in trouble before.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me outside. I was actually frightened for a few minutes. He told me to strip, I did without hesitation as I realized that I was about to be punished. He told me to go and get the Hemp rope and come back. I had to run to the barn to fetish it. As I was running back I saw that His friends had come outside and were watching.
He bound my breasts up tight, then took the Scarecrow decoration down from it’s perch. He told me to get up there. I stepped up onto the bale of hay and stood there. He walked into the house and came out with my wrist and ankle restraints along with a heavy paddle. After he secured my wrists and feet he paddled me until I was black and blue. He doesn’t hit hard, but He can hit for a very long time. He says it is done that way so I can ‘enjoy the sting’. He is right You know. When done in that manner it is a slow burn, which makes the skin so tender that even a soft touch stings badly.
When He finished and I was bruised to His liking He looked up at me and said, “Today you are Our scare-ho. You have to stay out here until I see fit to let you down. When I do, you will make Us something to eat, then you will go into O/our bedroom, lay on the floor on your back and not move until I come in. If you do this, I will give you something special because you took your punishment like a good submissive whore. You understand why I had to punish you right?” I shook my head and said, “Yes Sir.” He asked me, “What are you today?” I replied, “I am your Scare-Ho Sir!”




















