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A cult for him

Extreme fetish phone sex Isla

I want attention and will do whatever a master expects of me. My cunt is made for him to use. When he told me to go out in the nude again, I did it, but this time he asked me to bring a friend. We would be training her together then she would be my competition. It is an endless cycle with him and his idea of pitting me against other women.

The ultimate fantasy he has Is getting a ton of girls pregnant and using them as cult members. As I see it, he is focusing on that and training me to do whatever he wants.

When competition arises, I go full force on creating a clear view that I am the best slut for him and will do the vilest things ever.

My cunt gets wet whenever he tells me about his love of Extreme fetish phone sex.

Erotic Bondage Story Time

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Quite often I get calls from guys who want to hear erotic bondage stories from me. I guess they know that since I have Master Tomas leading the way, there’s been a lot of bondage activities going in the bedroom. But if I’m honest, the bedroom isn’t really the place where Master likes to discipline me the most. He would much rather do it in public or at least in front of his friends because that increases the level of how humiliated I am. He doesn’t care if I’m embarrassed as long as he is getting exactly what he wants. 

Would you like to hear about the ways Master puts me in bondage? I would love to tell you, but I have to ask that you call me to hear about it all. Master really prefers that because if I have to talk to you, it’s going to embarrass me even more. He gets off the hardest when he knows I’ve been properly humiliated for all the perverse acts I’ve committed for my Master. And if I tell you all the ones he’s done to me, I would definitely be embarrassed. 

Bondage Whore Bo

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Sometimes Master Tomas likes to put me in extreme bondage and let his friends do whatever they want to me. The first time it happened, he put me in bondage and then when his friends started doing things to me, I complained that I didn’t want to be used by them. I only wanted to be used by Master. He was not amused with me being mouthy about the situation, so the next time, he made sure he had a ball gag for me. He told me that men didn’t want to hear my complaining. All they wanted was to fuck my holes.

So, from then on, I’ve been silenced every time Master’s friends come over for a BDSM session. Unless, of course, one of them wants to throat fuck me. Then the ball gag gets taken out until he’s done with my mouth. Sometimes they want to spank me and use me as a bukkake slut. Sometimes they use nipple clamps and give my nipples little electrical charges. What would you do to me if Master Tomas gave me to you for the night? 

I Need More Than Light Bondage!

 

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Light bondage is for white bitches! a chocolate slave like me can handle extreme BDSM and sex that’s so rough its assault. I’m used to being treated like dark fuck meat with holes made for a superior white cock. You always bind me by my tits and twat until they’re bulging through the ropes. I want to be your nigger cum dumpster so bad that I actually enjoy when you demand that I worship your lily-white dick. If my praise doesn’t seem sincere, you punish me however you see fit. You know how much I hate nigger dick so if/when your pretty porch monkey gets out of line you let 6 big black apes fuck me pink hole. I only want your cock in my filthy nigger pussy, master. “Please don’t let those silver backs touch me and force fuck my ass” I beg as they come closer with their swinging cocks. You still let them obliterate my fuck holes with their big ass nigger dicks because that’s what darkie sluts like me are good for. It is my job to figure out what makes master happy so I hope after I get all this nigger juice out my twat I can please you again.

Can’t Crack This Cunt

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I think that guys like to put me through extreme bondage fucking because they want to see what it takes to make my super submissive cunt crack.  How do you break a slutty sub who refuses to snap?  The answer is, you don’t.  You can try, little man, but I guarantee that you will not succeed.

There’s this one dom that likes to spend his time coming up with all sorts of sadistic ways to try to fracture his fair skinned little fuck dolls and, apparently, I always get to be test subject numero uno for all of his twisted twat torturing sex schemes.  Between you and me, they aren’t anything new, just new to him.  I just roll with it like a good slave should and let him believe that everything he does to me I’m experiencing with him for the first time.

He’s real big on throat fucking and making me gag out my thick gullet spit all over his cock and balls.  I know he wants to make me puke but I don’t do that anymore.  Years of hardcore esophagus hammering have hampered that trigger, for sure.  He can pummel my windpipe all he wants, I won’t be losing my lunch from being throat banged anytime in the foreseeable future!

He also thinks that making me completely immobile and violating my chocolate fuckhole will corrupt my constitution.  I don’t think I have to tell you that my electrifying elastic asshole doesn’t bat a brown eye at the thought of being stretched out to its furthest possible limits.  Do you know how many fists and massive dildos this ass has taken?!  I don’t tell him that, though.  I just scream and wail as he nails me into the ground or onto a table or what have you, making him think that he’s busted my backdoor completely in when he fills my beautiful butt with his sticky cum.

I make sure that I’m crying and shaking on the floor when he leaves, but once he’s out of the chamber, I prop myself up, finish myself off then skedaddle, no sweat.  Okay, there’s some sweat, and usually blood and tears.  But there’s no breaking.  You can’t crack this submissive slut, but you’re more than welcome to try.

 

revenge on the cheerleader

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I became a submissive slut for a dweeb in the weirdest way.

We all know cheerleaders are whores. I’m not the exception. I am always looking down on all the dweebs, and I know I am sexy and popular, so I do it without any regrets. I should have more humble qualities, but I feel sexier being a mean slut. I do not learn unless she’s made to, and that’s how I got in quite a pickle.

I had a lab partner who happened to be the most annoying little prick. He knew I couldn’t stand him. I was popular. He wasn’t. I wanted to pay him off so that he spent zero time with me. He kept telling me he wouldn’t take my bribes or any money. Little nerd Nate told me it’s a project requiring both of us. I huffed and puffed and realized this fucker enjoyed putting me through the wringer. He knew I wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. I should have known he wanted to get even.

I had to ace this or be off the cheer team. It was a complex task, and I found myself begging him to do the whole thing himself.

He told me not its a team effort, and I should know all about teams and gangbangs. I couldn’t believe this fucker was talking low to me. He began to assure me that if I wanted to pass, I had to do some extreme bondage with him. Nate had a lot of pent-up anger with the rest of the cheer squad and me. We all did make lots of fun of him. I could genuinely understand his reasoning for getting even.  I knew I’d be an extreme bondage cheer slut for him right then and there. He began to beat me and use my holes. I let him rock my body in the worst ways so that I could stay on the cheer team.

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I was going to be a bonadage and submission slave

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On the weekends, I work at a spa and have some clients that love to demand stuff from me. One evening I decided to go ahead and clock out a bit early the last client was a company regular named Mickie. Mickie was the kind of client that was a pain in the ass. He was nicking and diming every service on the bored he the brother in law to the owner. The owner, John, wouldn’t be around much but would let icky Mickie get all the perks and benefits he could dream of, and most of the massage girls didn’t want to touch him. They would run when they would see his name pop up. I didn’t have to deal with massages and clients other than paperwork. Luckily for me, I was so happy not having to deal with men who walked in, but that was all going to change this evening. Icky Mickie came in, and I had him fill out an updated client file. He handed me over a fifty-dollar bill, and I would give him his ten bucks in change when he began to flip out and tell me I was shorting him.

The surveillance camera wasn’t working, and there was no way to verify I was telling the truth, so I panicked. All the girls were booked and didn’t want to give him his massage hour. It was me, and Mickie had a severe smirk on his face. He began by telling me I wasn’t doing anything and I could massage him for an hour. It was probably one of the worst things I could hear.

I had no choice but to give him what he wanted. Even though I wasn’t licensed, he told me I better do it, or I would lose my job once he told his brother-in-law john all about me stealing from him. I knew something was off, but I didn’t have any proof to go back to the footage.

I wish I had gone with my gut. Once I saw no way out of the situation, I obliged. I didn’t want to lose my job. Icky Mickie went ahead and took all his clothes off and began to be so beyond rude to me.  My god, was he a pest more so than ever. Usual he tries to make the girls laugh in the spa, but he was a whole other person with much malice this time. He began to scream at me and told me I better be a naked bitch for him and massage him that way. He’s into bondage and submission and wants the best massage ever. If not, id gets the boot. I began to panic but got myself together and let him have his wishes. The gross stench that came from this man was enough to make your eyes water.

I felt like a complete idiot and enslaved person. Once we were done, he came in for a kiss, and I pushed him back, and he got so angry and began to slap me around and pull off my top and pants. He would get some loving, whether I liked it or not. It was a complete extreme bondage situation.

I could smell him on me all day, even after an hour of a shower. Well, I kept my job but figured out icky Mickie had an agenda the whole time. Turned out he was in charge of the security system from the spa. I wasn’t aware that he was the one in contract to make sure all was in order in the spa. It was all planned he knew he would get away with making me think I was in the wrong.

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Submission Shocker

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I think I’m so into bondage submission because I’m just really good at it!  I can take a lot of abuse on every part of my body and the dirty doms I kick it with aren’t shy in the least about putting that statement to the test.  It’s cool, I haven’t found a pussy mangling punishment that my calm, cool and collected cunt couldn’t handle yet!

I usually spend at least one or two nights a week down at Submission Manor.  The Headmaster there really knows his stuff and only lets the most seasoned sadists join his elite club of bound babe brutalizers, so any sub worth their salt knows you have to be accepted there if you’re serious about being subjugated.  I obviously had no issue being initiated into the abusive association.

Last night, they had it all set up and ready to spread lips with labia clamps so they had easy access to the wettest parts of their masochist’s pussy and asshole meat.  Every sub in the place was subjected to genital shock therapy, courtesy of whichever malicious master chose them as their target for torture.

Of course Headmaster chose me to be his helpless whore, I’m pretty sure he likes me more than the other weak little whipping blocks he has from which to choose.  He always grabs me before anyone else does, I know it’s only because he likes the way I scream.  I didn’t disappoint, those electrodes felt like they were frying the fuck out of my flaps.  I screamed, yelled, hollered and wailed as he zapped my creamy meat zipper over and over again, increasing the voltage steadily as we went along, but I never gave up.  Even when he told me how worthless I was and that I was a waste of his time, I didn’t tell him to stop.

I took every shock, every slap, every drop of spit in my face and every single inch of cock he had to offer.  I always do, that’s why he favors me.  The Headmaster knows that when he’s making me submit, I’ll give it up just how he likes it and I’ll never, ever give in.

 

Super Submissive Giantess

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If you’re into erotic bondage stories then, boy, do I have a doosy for you!  I mean, we all know I’m a super submissive slut, but I never knew just how super I was until I was given the ability to unlock the true power within myself.  I didn’t have to drink a potion or get blown up in a radioactive explosion or anything like that.  My true potential was unlocked by just a few simple words.

See, the other day I went into the city to be used and abused by a basement full of rabid doms foaming at the mouth for a chance to do some damage to a divine piece of useless fuckmeat like me.  They were all decked out in leather with creepy masks covering their faces which always means that they plan on being ruthlessly vicious in every way.

I started out as I often do, shackled and chained to a rafter with my arms extended to their limit above me, hanging so that I had to stay on my tip-toes the entire time.  That’s only a problem when I get punched in the stomach or have the wind knocked out of me, which was common in the middle of a boner packing bully circle.  They cussed and spit, slapped and whipped until I almost felt like giving up.  That’s when the fucking began.

They were all taking turns shoving their rock hard rods in my ass and cunt, sometimes both at the same time, laughing and grunting all the while.  When they lowered my head down so they could gape out my throat, I saw a lone figure standing on the edge of the darkness watching me being torn open by the pack of leather clad hyenas.  As they were figuring out how to triple stuff me while I hung helplessly and took it, he calmly walked over to me, making his way through the cum crazed animals.  I thought he had just decided that I was weak enough for him to finally join in on the fun, but instead of receiving the face fucking I expected from him, he leaned down and spoke softly into my ear.  In a level voice, he said “No one is always submissive, just as no one is always dominant.  It’s your power to decide.”  Like that a switch inside me was flipped.

My mysterious benefactor stepped back as if he knew what was about to happen.  I immediately started shuddering and shaking, feeling like my bones were about to rip out of my body as hard as all of those overbearing boners were ripping into me.  I was growing and growing fast.  The gang of gash bashers stepped back in awe of seeing my rapid expansion.  When my shackles exploded off of my tree limb sized wrists, they all tried to turn tail and run.  I wasn’t about to let that happen.

I grabbed them all, by the arm, by the leg, hell I even picked them up by their peasy little necks, and tossed each one of them into a cage or shackled them to the ceiling, until I had rounded up each and every last one of the abusive bastards.  Growing ever bigger by moment, I made the confined creeps throw on little cock cages and led them over to their bound buddies.  I was minutes away from getting so big that I would break through the ceiling, so I told them that if they wanted to be freed before everything came down around them, then they needed to make their suspended friends blow a load.

Of course they got right to it, not hesitating to gobble those knobs so they could get the fuck out of there.  I’m not totally sure how it ended because the last I saw them, they were all mouth fucking and I was smashing through the ground floor of  this office building.  I was reinvigorated with so much self empowerment that I didn’t stop growing until I had popped all the way through the top, dropping the tower on the ground far below me.

I’m still a super submissive slut, but now I know how to be a dynamic dirty dom, too.  Thanks to that mystery man, I can take guys in my pussy however I choose…  Just their cocks or their whole damn bodies!

 

My Mom Can Take It

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Whenever I’m pleasing a master who demands that I provide another twat for him to torment alongside of mine, I hit my mom up so she can join in on the 2 girl torture fuck fest.  She loves to be treated like a worthless whore as much as I do, we come from a long line of super submissive sluts so it’s in our blood to be the best little beset bitches any master has ever seen.  When you get the two of us together there’s no dom on earth that we can’t drain, no matter how much of our flesh they have to mutilate to get their rocks off.

I took her to my newest master’s manor of submission so he could show her all of his twisted tools and devilish devices.  He didn’t disappoint, giving her the complete tour of every last one of the racks, cages and tables he designed himself specifically for his punishment-filled pleasure.  I wasn’t left out, he made certain I was refamiliarized with all of his gear, too, strapping both of us together so he could beat the shit out of me and mom at the same time.  

When he put us face to face on his favorite rack, a giant wooden X with uncomfortable metal shackles on it, mom was whimpering and gasping for breath but begging for more, so he gave it to us.  He threw both of us down on his plush fainting couch and started fucking the shit out of me.  My loving mommy propped my head up on her lap and popped one of her huge titties in my mouth so I had something to suck while I was being relentlessly pounded.  Once he made my cunt splatter out droplets of cum he bent mom over and pounded her tight asshole until she was squirting streams of hot mommy juice.

My mom knows how to handle an uber dominant master, she’s an old pro at submitting to the will of a horny hothead.  She also loves the bonding time that extreme bondage brings the two of us.