A cheating whore like me always deserves to be punished more and more to be thrown into bondage and submission without a choice. It’s not just my guilt its also just how things are. I deserve to feel pain, and I should, I want you to inflict it on this poor body of mine. I want to be stripped of all excuses I could possibly give, and have to come clean because you split me open so hard there’s irrefutable evidence. Sure I could claim it was something else, maybe I got pinned down outside of a shopping plaza and ravaged until my insides were quivering and my body was as unfit for his use as it was filled with cum. Sure I could have been wandering through a park for some mid-day air when I got dropped to my knees and had my face fucked and used by some hard cock. My bondage whore airway struggling, my whole body moving into it out of pure fear, my palms on their legs so I could control some of the tempo and ensure it was over quick. Sure, I could have been at a club with a friend when I got grabbed from behind. The dark light not letting me figure out who it was, my short skirt lifted before I knew what was going on. He could have used me to the beat of the rapid music, my moans and cries for help drowned out by the strobe lights and deafening music beating through our hearts. I’ve even given some of those excuses before, my husband thinks I get taken advantage of a lot, like I’m a beacon for predators to come and use me for their whims. How many times do you think I can get away with that before he starts to wonder about the consent part of my claims? I doubt it’s very many more times, so abuse me, hurt me, bring me one step closer to a crashing burn with Erotic BDSM stories.
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Rape phone sex fantasies haunt my dreams, let’s make them a reality…
Rape phone sex fantasies are literally all I think about. I love the idea of walking home from the store or work and being abducted by someone. My fantasies are kind of extreme though. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be sold into sex slavery, or something of the sort.
I mean, could you imagine it, a hot young girl walking down the road? Ripe for the taking, no one around, except you and your next victim? The amount of adrenaline you feel going up to the moment of capture would totally have your cock harder than it has ever been in your whole life. Aching in your pants as you reached out, grabbing me my muffled screams fell into your gloved hand and I wiggle and squirm against your strong grip trying to get away.
Imagine the rush of excitement as you bind my hands, tossing me into the back seat. A ball gag tucked firmly in my mouth to muffle any cry or scream that may escape. What would you do with me next? Do you know, do you want to plan it out together? Let’s play Sir, come show me how much danger I’m in.
Cock Worshiping Cum Whore
Cock Worshiping is like breathing for me. One and the same. My master requires me to find the tightest of clothings. He wants me to feel under his control at all times. But master knows the whore in me can’t be easily contained and he requires me to show my filthy fuck whole off at all times. He wants me to graze in my whoredom. So I go around flashing my filthy cunt at any one who will stick something in it until I’ve taken 3 cocks within each 24 hour period. Recently master started requiring me to take every load in my mouth but he doesn’t know sometimes I need a ooey gooey load thrusted in my cunt. I revel in every load gooshing inside my horny fuck hole.
extreme bondage is well worth it
My master was furious when he found out about my secret boyfriend. I love big black cocks and he wasn’t thrilled knowing that I was fucking a guy without permission, especially a black guy. Of course, he’s jealous he knew I was getting off so well and enjoying myself with a big dicked black guy. Master got so furious he made me endure some extreme bondage and had me get an ace of spade since I have jungle fever. It didn’t bother me because as submissive as I am I won’t stop fucking a good cock. He is going to have to beat me to death to get me to stop. All the pain is worth all the pleasure I get from Darrel’s big cock. Go ahead and waste your time trying to stop me I won’t listen on this subject here.
Extreme Bondage & Cunt Torture!
Master makes me beg for extreme bondage and cunt torture when he ties me up and fucks me! When my Master spins his web of ropes with me right in the middle I feel so helpless, like a fly to a big black widow spider. I can’t explain how it sends shocks down my spine when he makes me his bondage whore! I know my girls are wondering why their mommy is screaming in pleasure as Master clamps my cunt lips and forces that vibrator against my clit, they don’t understand that BDSM phone sex started it all. My little loves are wondering why mommy is convulsing as she squirts and why Master is laughing in elation when I finally lose consciousness. They can’t imagine how good it feels to be owned and used, how good it feels to let go and be a completely submissive slut… yet. Little do they know that what they are witnessing in me as Master pulls my strings, they will soon recognize in themselves when he has them under his absolute control. My oldest is already a pro at getting Master’s cock hard and my youngest is getting more curious by the day. I know I won’t be able to protect them once Master finally decided how he will put them to use…..