I knew when he pulled his cock out and started jerking it while ordering me to suck his balls as he watched his latest bondage porn that he found the methods used to his liking. Just as the porn was coming to an end I felt the smack across my face before I felt the jet of cum spew all over my face before he shoved me in my cage. Laying here covered in his cum I finally move to wipe it off as I hear the door slam. He will be home soon with some new contraption that reminds him of the film we just watched and he will be using them on me. I shake and my pussy convulse.
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Submissive Whore for Extreme Female Bondage and Pain
According to my Master, the only thing better than a submissive whore, is two submissive whores. I was ordered to find him another subby MILF to play with that day. I know his type. He likes his MILFS to have a little meat on their bones and nice big natural tits. Loves a screamer. My friend Helen was perfect. She is not a full time subby like me, but she likes extreme play with the right man. Not sure my Master is the right man, but if I did not bring him a sexy MILF to play with, I would have been a black and blue MILF.
I told Helen I had a friend for her to meet; asked her to come by my office for lunch. The moment Master saw her big beautiful breasts, I no longer existed. She seemed smitten with him too. She wouldn’t be for long. Master is into extreme female bondage and pain. She was flirting with him, giving me a look of appreciation. I felt bad. But, I would sell my own daughter if Master told me to do it. When Master invited Helen into his private office, I knew she would soon regret being my friend. Didn’t take long before I heard her screaming. After an hour, Master ordered me into his sanctum. There was my friend, bound and gagged.
Her breasts were tied so tightly they were turning colors. It was clear Master had used them as punching bags. He is obsessed with boobs, but not in a good way. Not only had he turned Helen’s boobs black and blue with restraints and his fists, he had stuck hat pins through her nipples. There was my friend with mutilated breasts, a dog collar around her neck, strung up by the throat and her hands and feet restrained. She had been crying. I felt like a bad friend. My first emotion was not guilt, not even remorse for handing her over to a sadist. It was jealously. I was envious of the attention Master lavished on Helen while I was shut out of the office. I use to be his favorite girl, but he has grown bored of me.
Helen screamed, fought, showed pain. I’m more seasoned. I smile and beg for more. Master wants to hurt a bitch, but he doesn’t want her to like it. I need to learn to not show my pleasure in my pain like Helen does. I have lost a friend, but hopefully I can renew my relationship with my Master. In the meantime, maybe you can use me. Make it really hurt. Make me cry. Make me scream. Just like Master likes.
Confession: Young Slut & P Mommy
“Don’t fucking scream slut” He ordered me as I woke up completely bound on the couch. I was wet and slick, it was clear I was turned on. I thought to were my little ones were, asleep in their rooms. “I’m going to fuck you and your brats till you’re begging me for more you fucking whore.” He snarled at me and went to get them… I knew I should be scared and mad, but I was turned on and curious, but I pretend to struggle a little… wondering what he was going to do to my little ones. He took them both out and made them get on their knees. He forced to watch as he shoved a giant dildo into my ass, making me scream against the ball gag. They watched again as he applied nipple clams to my already rock hard nipples. I wanted to beg for more, I wanted it all to stop but I was soaking fucking wet. I was so turned on and the little ones watching it all turned me on even more thinking about the same thing happening to them. He must have read my mind, because he scooped up my youngest and spread her little ass apart shoving a fat butt plug into her virgin ass. I didn’t mean to but I moan and tried to cross my legs to hide how incredibly turned on I was, but he saw the lust in my eyes. “You sick P Mommy, you like to watch your little daughters holes get violated just like you don’t you?” I said nothing and you grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving my head down on his cock and removing the ball gag in place of his cock. He held my head there until I thought I was going to pass out, that’s when he lifted me up and I finally admitted to him what was making my pussy so fucking wet.
Submissive Whore Garden; Water Them In
“This is the way we wash out whores
wash our whores
wash our whores
This is the way we wash our whores
even though their undeserving!”
This is what Master sings to us as he plants the submissive whore garden. He wants to plant us and break us so that we can sprout out into good little BDSM phone sex sluts. I have no problem with this. I am an undeserving cunt, so any affection show to me from Master I am grateful of. First he cleans us, watering out body away from every impurity. He uses the hose on out naked bodies. The stream is sharp and pain full. He also has his Mistress whip us every time we wince, whimper or try to turn our head from the water.
Once the ground is nice and moist we dig our own holes to be planted. If we take to long, we get lashed, so we must hurry and not make a mess. This is hard since it is muddy and Mistress gives me lots of spankings on my naked ass. Then Master takes rope, not nylon but twine, and ties me up nice and tight. He does not want me to wiggle free. After he pushes me to the ground he buries all the mud around me compacting me in.
It is a tight fit and very hard to breathe. Every time I breath too heavy the mud fills in the space that the mud has now made. As I gag and cough Master continues to water me singing his song over and over. Then he whips out his cock and feeds me my whore food for the night. Between his giant rod force fucking my throat and the pounds of mud pushing on my chest I would up passing out.
After a few days of this continues cycle of growth in the hole Mistress helps me emerge from the ground. Ready to start a new cycle of training!
Extreme Bondage Won The Hand
The night started like any other poker night with me serving him and his friends. I made sure the food was always hot and available and that no drink went dry. I emptied the ash trays and dared not gag on the thick smoke that stunk like cigars do. I kept my eyes lowered and not once did I flinch or squeal when I was smacked, pinched, poked or slapped. I watched silently as the new guy to the table, a doctor with lots of money, gingerly sipped his drinks while everyone else gulped theirs down. He methodically lured them into his web increasing the bets and leading them on. I watched as my man got deeper in debt and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I know when he looses all his money I am the thing he offers up. The doctor was hot as hell and had lots of money. It wasn’t long before I was the offering and the doctor was playing his hand. He won and told me to get dressed, I was his for the night. With my panties full of wetness I followed him out of the house and into his car. I didn’t say a word the entire ride. When he pulled up to his office I was a bit confused but I followed him obediently. What happened next was both exciting and maddening at the same time. I have never been with someone that had an extreme titty torture fetish. He would return me as damaged merchandise and Master would take his anger out on me not him. I knew it was going to be along 24 hours for me and I would be sore for at least a week.
BDSM Phone Sex Bratty Play Pet
Have you ever wondered what a BDSM phone sex bratty play pet was? Well it is me. By definition. I loved to be bound up and made to walk around the house like you little pet to worship you and use at your every whim. So I don’t have a tail? Well that is an easy fix, take and anal plug and glue on the proper appendage and it shoves right into place! I am mans best friend for all of his needs. If you want to see me wiggle and squirm put me into some elbow bondage and frog leg ties. That way I will fit perfectly into my costume of your choosing. I love anal hooks too. Hook me in my ass and attach some hosiery. I will oink oink oink around the house like the dirty little fuck whore that I am. That is what I am, your little fuck whore. Use me and abuse me and put me into my kennel when I am a bad little slut. Punish every whole I have with your fuck rod. Give me your seamen when I am a good little play pet!
BDSM Phone Sex: Who Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Stronger
A BDSM phone sex slut never knows what kind of trouble she may get into. I love to have my limits pushed. Extreme pain, extreme bondage, even torture. I never say no to a master and I never use safe words, even if given that option. There was on time, however, I wish I had used my safe word. I was much younger, several pounds leaner and not quite as good with pain as I am now. A master wanted to experiment with extreme bondage restraints. He literally had me hanging by the rafters of the ceiling.
First, he tied me with such thick rope that it left marks on my body. Cut off my circulation so my skin started turning purple. Second, he had my limbs folded like some collapsible piece of furniture. I was not double jointed, yet he forced my arms and legs into unnatural positions for extreme restraint, for his amusement. I broke a couple bones because I was forced to remain tied up and hanging from the ceiling for 24 hrs. The weight of my own body pulled on the restraints in such a way that the rope left gashes in my flesh in certain areas. I still have scars from that day.
After hanging from the ceiling in the worst pain of my life for 24 hours, Master decided to lower me to about 4 feet above the ground so he could fuck me. I smelled like urine because I had no bathroom access. I pissed myself more than once. Master sodomized my ass for hours. He even fisted both my cunt and ass. I didn’t even have enough energy to whimper from the pain and humiliation. Every part of my body hurt. I was broken and battered, bloodied and covered in piss and cum. When he cut me down, I hit the concrete floor with such force, I broke my nose too.
He just laughed. Called me his submissive whore, pissed on my face and left me there. It took me almost another day to crawl to my car to get home. How I got home is still a mystery to me. But, what I do remember is that I am such a good subby bitch, you can literally break me and I will not complain. A good subby slut always does as she is told. Always takes her punishment, no matter how severe. Who doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.