When I came to, I was hogtied on the couch, my face all but buried in the back of it. I worked my way to a more breathable position, and heard someone walk into the room. I started to panic, but apparently they weren’t in there for me just now. Then, it came back to me. I had been drugged, and through the haze that was my memory, visions of being tied up like this, having my skirt shoved up and hands probing into my cunt and ass appeared. I could remember the faces burying themselves in my pussy, cock being shoved down my throat until I threw up. I remembered my hands being pulled to the furthest that the ropes would allow, and a cock placed between them. Being made to stroke that cock off. Then, I remembered the cum – all over my face, my ass, inside of me. I felt dirty but hot and horny at the same time. What is it about being used and abused that turns me on so much?!
Tag: extreme bondage
Getting to know Hypoxyphilia
Hypoxyphilia (more commonly known as ‘autoerotic asphyxiation’) is a rare and potentially life threatening sexual paraphilia where a person seeks to reduce supply of oxygen to the brain during a heightened state of sexual arousal. The definition was floating through my head as I wheezed for breath. My head so light and floaty as that belt around my neck just off my air just enough. It was amazing when mixed with the cock fucking me hard from behind. My master’s growls of pleasure flitting my ears as he held the belt like a leash. Just keeping me on the edge of consciousness so there was nothing but this floating, beautiful, abyss of pleasure all around me and running through me. I love it when my Master chokes me as he uses my pussy… Especially when we cum together, my pussy so tight around his cock as he twitches inside of me filling me with his amazing cum.
Scat phone sex Becoming a Dirty Whore
It was time for yearly review and in not sure what I did to displease Master but from what I’ve heard in the works and the giggles as I pass by my comrades has me worried. I was a big girl though and loved being Master’s property. So I knew I could do whatever he had planned for me! It didn’t make me any less nervous though when I met Master and found the other Masters in our community and their slaves all together in our shower room. Incense burning in every corner and the room lit by candles giving it an oddly supernatural quality as my lungs filled with the smell of sandalwood and jasmine. I went to kneel before my Master. Presenting myself with palms up and knees parted so he could inspect me. “Go slave, kneel in the middle of the room over the drain and present.” I moved into the position as told and Master and two others came to me with unprocessed jute rope. The fibers were rough and itchy as they tied my arms to my chest, wrist to my thighs, and thighs to my calves. Forcing me to stay in position 1 without hurting myself and then tied my hair to my ankles making my back arch and forcing me to look up rather than the traditional down. I still wasn’t sure what my task was, but based on the sadistic grins and sympathetic glances from the other submissives I was sure it would not be good. I became excited when I heard the sound of belts and flies being undone. Looking over to see what I was assuming would be hard cocks but realized in a few seconds, as they all squatted on the tiled floor and started to grunt I was not going to get fucked anytime soon. As they all unloaded their bowels onto the tiled floor. Their slaves coming over and scooping up the shit, mouthing their apologies as they started to smear me with shit. My Master laughed at my disgusted face and grinned down at me. “I thought I’d make you into the dirty whore I know you are. Aren’t you going to say thank you?” I felt my stomach roil, the smell, the feeling, it was just making me sick but I was a good slave. So well trained I would do anything and everything to make my Master happy. Even if it was to say “Thank you Master for making me a dirty whore”
Naomi is a Pissing phone sex whore
My master caught me using the toilet.
I am under very strict rules.
I am to use the toilet in a bowl.
I have to save my piss and shit all day long.
I am not allowed to wipe my dirty pussy or dirty asshole
Master wants me to be a nasty toilet whore!
He was so angry when he saw me using the toilet.
He grabbed me by my hair and smashed my face in the toilet.
He told me how long he had been holding his piss and shit.
He was waiting for me all day long.
He ate a juicy and greasy burger.
He tied me up, put a ring in my mouth to force my mouth open.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his rock hard smelly cock and pushed it in my mouth.
I started choking on his forceful piss stream.
He farted as he pissed in my mouth and it smelled awful.
I could hear his stomach churning as he emptied his bladder down my throat.
I knew he was about to empty his rotten bowels all over my face.
Torture Phone Sex – Haunted House
I 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
Well, 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
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
The 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.