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Tied and Waiting Part Two

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My Master likes to have me waiting for him and ready to play. So, this time he ordered me to be tied bent over a fuck table, wearing his favorite high heels and nothing else. One of his other slaves tied me, then toyed with me awhile using several toys and edging me not allowing me to cum. By the time Master arrived, my pussy was throbbing and dripping wet. I was, as usual, ready to do whatever he said. This time he was into more pain and teasing than before. He took a wooden spoon to my ass, thighs then on my back. Master then put ice cubes against my nipples, then twisted and pulled them. He then made me beg for him to fuck me. I pleaded for his cock, and he gave me just a little at a time. When he finally decided to fuck me hard, he choked and slapped me during, making me cum all over his cock.

BDSM Chat – The Office Party

It was an office party, and there was a chocolate fountain? I thought I was in heaven!! I was just about to take a plate and pile it with all the fruits and breads and cheeses and a nice helping of that chocolate, when I was grabbed from behind. The plate fell from my hands, back onto the stack from which I had literally just picked it up. I was dropped to my knees on the floor in my mini-dress, and my hands were tied up behind my back from elbows to wrists. Before I knew what was happening, I had ladle after ladle of molten chocolate being poured down every inch of my exposed skin, and my clothes were being cut off of me. The molten chocolate burned, and I knew that I would need some tender loving care at the end of it, but I was not concerned about it at that moment. My master had just walked into the room, and his cock was out and hard, and he walked straight over to me and shoved it into my mouth. He fucked my mouth as still more chocolate was ladled over me, until every inch of me was covered in it, even my expensive hair extensions. BDSM chat

I was fucked by every man and woman in that building, and left to stew in the chocolate and cum sauce that was left over after. It was a luscious treat!

Torture Phone Sex – Haunted House

Torture phone sexI volunteered for a haunted house this year. My role was the bound woman who was being slaughtered. What I didn’t expect, however, was the amount of torture they would actually subject me to in the name of their production. Once they had me bound to the big X, they put nipple clamps on me. What I didn’t see was the battery that they had attached to it. They flicked that on the first time, and I about came unglued. My screams were so real, it had the people passing through gasping, covering their mouths, and scurrying to escape. Then, the coupe de grace, another was clipped to my clit, and I am sure the people in the next county heard my screams. My body writhed and worked against the bonds holding me there. They tortured me anew for every set of people who walked through, and I was certain my body would never see pleasure again by the time the night ended.

Sexy Bondage Gift for Boss’s Day

Sexy bondageWell, a few of my guy friends work for the same company, and they know how involved I’m becoming in the BDSM community and lifestyle. So, they came over today, caught me by surprise when they burst past me into my home, and bound me before I could figure out that I should protest. They tied my arms and legs so that I couldn’t really move them, then informed me that I was getting a present by being someone else’s gift: their boss’s.

They picked me up and carried me out the back door to their waiting SUV, then drove me to what I assume was the company office. They carried me in the back door there, too. Given that these guys are construction workers, I was an easy burden for them, and they made sure I knew it. The building had 3 floors, and they took me to the 3rd floor. It was an open area, all one giant office with a standard drafting table on one side, a seating area and bar on the other, and the big desk and chair in the middle. The men delivered me onto the clean-topped desk just as a door near the sitting area opened.

As soon as the boss saw me, his eyes went wide as he sought answers from each of the men standing there, smirking at him. His cock formed a quick tent, amusing the fellas to even wider grins. They thanked him for the privilege of working for such a good man who made sure they were taken care of, and said that I was the gift that would show him how much they appreciated him. After that lovely speech, they disappeared back into the elevator, leaving me bound, gagged, and lying prone on this man’s desk.

He came over to me, asking if I had agreed to this, and knowing the fellas who had brought me as I did, I knew I was in safe hands. I nodded as best I could around the bondage, hoping my eyes were showing enough pleading to convince him that I was his toy for the evening.

He finally seemed to understand, and he began to have his way with me. He was terse and rough, in all the right ways. He sent me home red and welted and very well-loved.

To Catch a Thief

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A dark shadow slipped in through the door, closing it behind them with the barest whisper of sound.  You aren’t sure what woke you because the door didn’t make enough noise to wake even the little yappy dog in your wife’s room down the hall.  The light of the moon passing briefly out from under cloud cover throws the shape of the intruder against the wall in a stark silhouette.  You notice the distinctly female shape before the shadows return.  The faint snick of the jewelry box lid signals the loss of your favorite watch and wedding ring to the thief.  Suddenly you’re no longer surprised, you’re pissed.  You loved that watch.  Springing up abruptly from the bed, you tackle the black clad figure as she is rifling through your nightstand.  There is a muffled feminine shriek, quickly stifled and you find your hands full of frantically struggling woman.  You quickly overpower her and pin her to the floor.  You’re both breathing hard and somehow the combination of adrenaline and wriggling female trapped beneath your hips has given you a fiercely raging erection.  As you cover her mouth with your hand, you try to decide whether to call the cops or make her pay some other more satisfying way. Who knew this sexy little thing could take so much from you. 

The Future is Bleak for This Bondage Whore

bondage whoreThe world for a bondage whore is much different today than it was a few decades ago. My current master is aging out for our bondage games. I feel like a relic in the modern fetish world searching for a new full time master. I got into phone sex to test the waters; get an idea of what the future holds for me. This bondage whore has a bleak future. My current master has supported me financially for decades now. Our bondage games have always been shrouded in respect too. Safe words always honored; my limits respected. I started a FetLife profile so I could meet men looking for a bondage whore in hopes that I may find a new master much like my current one. I have decide that I have to give up on this notion that things can be the way they were in the past. I’m never going to find a benevolent master like I have now. He has spoiled me. He is the only full time master I have ever known. Every man I have met in the past several months who claimed to be into bondage and submission games lied to me. All they want to do is abuse and degrade me with no cloak of safety or respect. Since I am a true, old school submissive, I have no choice but to submit even when my code words are not honored. Ted was a man I thought might be into bondage as much as my current master, until he tied me up on his couch and left me there for two days. When he came back he found that I had pissed and shit on his couch, which he didn’t like. I was released, but forced to lick up his couch while he fucked my ass and called me names. Ultimate degradation. I didn’t fight too much; actually not at all because this submissive whore needs to except the current world order. I have no control or power in our BDSM relationship.

The Meat Department

September 7th was National Salami Day. I knew my master was up to no good when he sent me to the grocery store in my slave clothes. Full face makeup, big hair, titties out and my ass was out. He gave me very strict directions while at the grocery store. I was to get a cart. Buy 5 tubes of lube, 5 things of plastic wrap and as many Salami rolls I could find including the ones in the back at the meat department.  My cart was full as I struggled to push it in my 6 inch plant form heels to the meat department. I rang the bell that sounds like a cow, which made me giggle. A very tall man walked out of the back in black slacks and a white coat covered in blood. 

“We have been expecting you.”

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I figured my master talked to them and let them in on his little game but I did not expect the next thing to happen. He opened the door and said after you. I pushed my heavy full cart into the back room where the butcher block covered in blood was surrounded by four other men covered in blood. The one who let me into the back grabbed me by the back of my hair. 

“Dirty subby whore’s like you need to really experience a good salami.”

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He pulled me by my hair to the butcher block. I slipped in the blood and pieces of meat on the floor, he was dragging me in the blood and they all picked me up. They put me on my hands and knees on the butcher block. They sliced my clothes off with their very sharp knives. They took the plastic wrap from my cart and started to wrap me in it to the butcher block. Spreading my legs wide open but also having access to my mouth. They pulled the cart closer to me as each one of them grabbed a box of lube and Salami. They shoved a thick Salami roll in my mouth to muffle my screams. Then they shoved one even bigger into my tight lubed up pussy. I was there for hours, being fucked with different rolls of Salami. Having all of my holes fucked and filled with Salami was not enough for them. The each took turns fucking each of my holes and filling me up with their baby batter. My holes are stick aching as I eat the Salami rolls I was force fucked with. 

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Bondage Whore: Deadly Extreme Bondage Games

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernice is my name in the fetish community. I love being tied up; I especially enjoy rope play. When I was little, I would watch these old silent movies where girls were bound and gagged on a railroad track and left to be rescued by some dashing stranger. I like being rescued. But as I have aged, my bondage fantasies have evolved. They have become quite dark. I have many a master who loves to tie me up, but none are quite as cruel as Master Harry. Our bondage games started out with leaving me in perilous situations. On a train track, on the street…. I would be bound and gagged, hoping to be rescued by him or some stranger. I tried not to get too scared because I knew he would rescue me. I knew it was just a game we played. But lately, I feel like he wants me dead. In fact, I came so very close to dying this weekend; as close as I have ever come to death actually. Master tied me up good. Hog tied me. I looked like a side of beef. He didn’t restrain my mouth like usual, meaning I could scream for help. I thought he was going to drop me into the woods somewhere. He dropped me in the lake. I had no real mobility. I saw him walk off as I was struggling to stay afloat. Water was rushing over me. I couldn’t get in a position to float. I started screaming, but it became gargled as water filled my mouth. I was sinking, drowning. I tried to free my hands, but I had  no luck. I was in full on panic mode. I was going to drown. I was sinking fast. I lost consciousness. Maybe I even drowned. The next thing I remember was Master Harry doing CPR on me. He informed me that he can take my life and he can give it back to me anytime he wants because he owns me. I live in fear now of Master Harry’s capricious extreme bondage games. Maybe the next time, he won’t rescue me.

Submissive Whore: Like Mother Like Daughter

submissive whoreI’m a submissive whore. Born and raised that way. My mother was a submissive whore too. I want my daughter to be a submissive whore, but she fights me on it. She likes to think of herself as a sexy little bitch in charge, but being dominant is not in her DNA. She is a young teen girl and they think their shit doesn’t stink. The young girls of today are vastly different from the teen girls of my generation. I understand that men rule this world; that women are here to serve them. I have very old school, even archaic views of women according to my hot teen slut daughter. My primary master is not interested in young girls. He is quite a bit older than I am, so in my forties, I seem young to him. My daughter is a baby in his eyes. I need someone who can break her. It is going to need to be someone quite dominant, even sadistic because she is not going to break easily. I need a man into extreme bondage and BDSM. My little girl is mouthy, obstinate and full of ego. She thinks men are on this earth to worship her. She is not a virgin, but she has not been fucking long so she has a really tight pussy still. Her anal cherry is still in tack, however, because she refuses to give up her ass. She thinks it is gross to fuck where she shits from. In her mind, her fuck holes are hers and she decides who fucks her when, where and how. She needs taught a lesson, but she needs more than a good hard fuck up the ass. She needs used, abused even turned out and tortured. I am making a plea to all the strong dominant cruel masters out there who like young things to break my daughter. Make her a submissive slut like me. I promise to help.

Twisted Like A Pretzel

bondage phone sexAfter I endured the horrific act of water bondage the last time master played with me. Knowing I have a terrible fear of drowning. Master decided to kick it back a notch for his whore and built yet another masterpiece. By the time I was fastened down and contoured into a pretzel my pussy was beginning to drip. Which was to my full benefit because master had attached a big fucking dildo to the end of a mechanical arm. Set with one speed “really fucking hard”. Master not only loves seeing my body twisted in positions either of us had ever imagined possible but he thoroughly enjoys teasing my cunt to the point of me having to beg for it. Would you like to hear me beg?