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Female bondage

female bondage

Me and my friend were messing around and having a sleep over. She talked me into putting ropes around one another, bonding each other up very tightly. We are completely naked and all of the sudden my brother walks in.

I had no idea he had plans of taking advantage of the both of us and told her his plans before hand. He came in with a rock hard dick, ready to abuse us however he saw fit. He whipped his dick out and pissed all over us. He made me take his cock pressed down my throat.

Without any hesitation he jack hammered my throat rough and deep and exploded it right in my tonsils. His warm cum blew and leaked down my throat. He is just getting started.

Pain and Pleasure

Bondage whoreMy master tied my hands and feet to the bedposts of our bed. My legs were spread open, my pussy was on full display. He teased and tortured me all day. First, he pulled out a small whip and gave me lashes on my bare pussy. The pain was unbearable, but he took pleasure in my cries of pain. When my flesh was swollen and red, he put his face in my pussy and gave me lashes with his tongue. I wanted to free my hands and hold his head tightly against my wet flesh but he wouldn’t release me. I pushed myself up against his face over and over again, trying to get his tongue deeper inside. And I felt my orgasm building, I was about to go over the edge. I started humping faster and faster chasing ecstasy. That’s when he stopped…and tears started rolling down my face when I saw him reaching for the whip again. He played with me all night, teasing me with pleasure and pain. My master loves torture and I’m the victim.

Spank this bare ass.

bare bottom spankingWho doesn’t like a bare bottom spanking. It takes us all back to the days when we were young. Being turned over mommy or daddy’s knee for our punishment.  Some of us really like it. I know I did. Feeling daddy’s wrath as he fired up my ass with his cock pushed against my thigh. I knew that if I begged enough, he would rub my little ass and make it feel all better. How many of you did that?

Or maybe you prefer being the Master. Having control and doling out those spanks. The fire in your hand as it slams against bare flesh, then grabbing a belt or wooden spoon to continue.. The cries for mercy as I beg you to stop. I can’t take anymore. “Please, Master, no more.” as you  tear up my flesh, making it cherry red, then blue and purple. You love being in charge and owning me.

You should hear my stories of the objects that Master uses to punish me. There are so many common household items that work so well for spankings. Care to share of your own ideas with me? This slut loves to be beaten hard.

 

Submissive phone sex with Annalise

submissive phone sex

I sit alone in my chastity belt. Master caught me playing with my pussy. To punish me he put this torture device that clamps onto my labia while a long wand reaches up into my pussy. he has the remote control. At his whim, he can send shock waves through me, bending me double.

I should’ve know better. I was lost in my own little world fantasizing about giant cocks and black men. My hand slid into my panties. Perhaps if I were a better slave, he would allow me to service a black stud for him. Master is cruel but his cock is small. Maybe that’s why he punishes me so harshly.

I know that when he comes home from work tonight that my punishment will continue. His anger is unlimited when I am disobedient. Maybe he will shove a garden hose up my cunt and turn it on full blast or maybe he will hang me with nipples clamps until I beg for mercy. I never know what to expect. So, for now, I will sit here in lock down, waiting for the pain that is sure to come. I know my place. It’s at my Masters feet and I will worship him like a god forever.

How may I please you, sir?

Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex goes hand in hand with being a submissive. I love being tied up, it is just hard to tie yourself up. I have become quite good at tying up my boobs, however. I like to make them look like torpedoes for your abuse. This weekend, my son caught me practicing with ropes on my tits. He liked the image of seeing my boobs look like cow udders he said. He offered to help me. I should have known better. Not only did he tie up my breasts, he tied me to the bed. I could feel the ropes cutting into my flesh. I could feel the circulation stopping. I was in pain and pinned to the bed like a squashed bug. My son started slapping my tits. He even flicked his cigarette ashes on my breasts. He came on my tits and left me. I thought he would be back soon. I feel asleep despite the pain. Woke up when my son returned with some friends. They looked like hungry vultures circling me like I was roadkill. They pulled out their cocks and started stroking their dicks while I was all tied up.  I was in pain from the lack of circulation to my breasts, but no one cared, especially not my son. They just laughed and masturbated. I had rope burns and cuts that opened my flesh under my tits.  I begged to be released. I promised to be a good mommy, a good whore. Nothing. Just the look of disdain for his own mother in his eyes. His friends started mounting me like I was a drunk coed at a frat party. They fucked me until they had all had a turn. They paid my son money as they left. My son finally untied me. My boobs looked like they were used as air bags in a car accident. It will be awhile before I can even put a bra on again. I guess now I have a new extreme bondage story to share.

Slave Training Brings Rewards!

Slave trainingMaster was proud of me! I had managed to clean the entire house AND finish all the chores he had left for me, and he was going to reward me!! He carried me to his bed, and tied me up to the head and foot-boards. When I was secured and unable to move, he put a sensory deprivation hood on me. Every sound was muffled, and I couldn’t have seen a thing if I had wanted to. I felt his fingers, warm and firm trail from my collar bone down the center of my chest. The next thing I felt was cold and hard, thin, like a pipe, trailing that same path, before veering off to play at my nipples, one at a time. The coldness had my nipples puckering up and all but begging for some attention, and me moaning out my desire, but it soon vanished. Then, I felt something light and soft trail over each nipple, then down over my stomach and belly. That soft object traced patterns over my hips, just where they met my thighs, and drove me wild. I needed to be touched lower, my cunt was dripping and throbbing, and I was hungry to cum. When that moved away, I groaned with the loss and anticipation of whatever was coming next. The warm liquid I felt next surprised me. It was drizzled down over my shaved cunt. Then, I felt my pussy lips being held open as more of the liquid was drizzled over my clit and down my gash. When I felt it being massaged into my pussy and clit, I realized it was an oil or lube that had been heated up. I felt what I thought was a finger run over my clit and down my gash, but the next thing I knew, it was vibrating its way up my love-canal. It worked its way inside of me, and fingers actually started working at my clit and my shit box. I came hard, and he just kept going after it, letting that vibrator bury itself deep inside of me as he kept working me over. He let me come 4 times before he pulled it out and stopped playing with me. Then, I felt it. His great big dick was poking at the entrance to my ass. The oil allowed the head to finally penetrate, and I let out a gasp as it popped home. He started working his cock in and out, forcing it slowly deeper, until he was balls-deep inside of me. When his fingers started driving into my cunt and over my clit, I knew I was done for. He fucked me mercilessly like that. I lost track of time, and only knew that my body was a quivering mass of orgasmic jelly when he finally came. And, Master came inside me!! He let my ass have his entire juicy load!

Erotic bondage stories with Caitlin

Erotic bondage storiesMaster had been pretty strict lately and been a lot more rough than usual, but I loved it. I loved being treated like nothing but a no good whore. More than anything, I love being Master’s little whore. He had me dress up like a slut, put a gag in my mouth and tied me up. I loved being tied up and feeling restricted, it made sex even hotter! Master was just staring at me standing there. Seeing me looking like a slut and all tied up was making him hard and I could see it peeking through his pants. Master forced me onto my knees and took my gag out so I could suck on his huge cock. He grabbed my hair and started forcing me down on him. Making me choke and puke on him a little, master liked it when I was a little nasty slut and puked on his dick then licked it all off. He told me to lay on the ground and got on top of me, my pussy was already so wet his cock just glided in and it felt so good. I loved feeling master balls deep inside of myself, his big cock was definitely my favorite. He kept thrusting and thrusting and I was moaning louder and louder and knew I was gonna cum. I asked master for permission and he said I’d been a good slut so it was allowed. As soon as those words came out my pussy started contracting around him. It was so tight and I felt him starting to cum, he worked his cock out and watched as his cum dripped out of me.

Extreme Temperatures

Torture Phone Sex

Master instructed me to stand perfectly still with my arms out while he inspected me. I tried to listen, but he attached small weights to each of my wrists, making it harder to keep my arms suspended. The pain in my shoulders grew too intense and Master showed no signs of mercy, so I was naughty. I let my arms down, telling him I couldn’t hold them any longer. This angered him. A lot. He smacked me across the face hard enough to disorient me, and before I knew it he had me tied up and on the ground. My hands and feet were tied up behind me and my mouth was gagged. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me across the smooth floors, down the hall, and into the bathroom. Then he threw me into the bath tub. Unsure of his plan, I cowered in fear. He was gone for what seemed like forever. When he came back, he was carrying to buckets of water. One sounded like it had ice in it and the other one was steaming. Terrified, I squirmed and tried to scream through the cloth gag. He dumped the first bucket of icy water over my naked skin. The frigid water made every nerve ending scream in agony. He then picked up the second bucket and pouring the boiling hot water over me. The extreme change made my skin feel like it had just been ignited into flames. Crying with my skin now singed, he told me never to disobey him again. I’m so sorry Master for being a bad girl! Please let me redeem myself.

Erotic Bondage Stories are REAL!

Erotic submissive storiesEvery once in a while, he’ll call for a special, and we’ll have a great time. It’s been a little while since I’ve last played with Master, though, so when he called again, I was all excited. He told me that he’d found a fucking machine, and we were going to play with it together. I’d fantasized about that ever since he called, and when we finally played, it was amazing!! He tied me down with my legs pulled back and my arms strapped down. He put the machine down at the foot of the table he had me bound to, edged it close enough to extend the arm and put the head of the dildo at my pussy entrance. He turned it on, and it slowly made its way into my cunt, drawing a gasp and a moan from me as it intruded at almost a snail’s pace. It barely made it halfway into my cunt before the arm started to withdraw, so he adjusted it. The next pass made it all the way to my cervix, and he started to slowly turn the machine up. It got a little faster, and a little faster, every minute, until it was fucking he fast and furious. I honestly don’t remember how many times I got off, but my body was a pile of jelly when it was said and done. Master had to carry me to his bathroom, bathe me, and then carry me to his bed. It was an amazing night!

Erotic Bondage Stories

erotic bondage storiesI love erotic bondage stories. As a little girl, I use to use my allowance money to buy True Detective magazine. It was soft core porn. The guy at 7-11 didn’t care that I was not old enough to buy the magazine yet. It was filled with stories of crimes against women. Many of the pictures were of women tied up in all sorts of positions. I would go in my room and masturbate hoping someone would tie me up like that. I love bondage. Now that I am all grown up, I have lots of men who enjoy spending time with a bondage whore like me.  Saturday night, I checked out a new bondage club about an hour away. I was nervous when I arrived because the place was filled with much younger women. That happens every time one of those Fifty Shades movies comes out. Those books / movies are so amateur compared to my life, but I get it. Young girls are curious about the lifestyle, just like I was when I was reading those true crime magazines. I was afraid guys would prefer young girls to an old cougar. But I had a few things they did not have: experience, big boobs and a true understanding of the BDSM lifestyle. Men were lining up to take me into a private room. I was the Belle of the bondage club. I had my pick of the litter, which is rare. I went with a handsome young man who reminded  me of my son. We went into a room adorned with red velvet walls and a variety of soft bondage equipment. He tied me up seductively and expertly for his age. He was in college he informed me. While I was tied up, he dripped hot wax all over my body. You cannot fuck in the club, but he could jack off on me. As I laid there covered in wax and cum, I thought if only all young dominant men were as sensual as him.