As I lay spread-eagled across the cold wooden floorboards of my bedroom in submission position – hands cuffed behind my back by tight ropes – I allow myself to succumb entirely into my submission fantasy.
In my mind’s eye I see him approach me slowly.
He looks at me hungrily – his eyes scanning my naked body from head to toe.
He takes his time examining every curve until he finally speaks:
“Well… What do we have here?”
A shiver runs down my spine at his dominating presence as he looms over me.
“A little submissive whore begging for attention,” he growls softly.
He reaches into his pocket for what seems like an eternity before pulling out a leather strap
“Now listen closely,” he says menacingly while circling me slowly.
“I own every inch of this body – every single drop of blood coursing through these veins.
My heart races eagerly at his commanding words.
Without warning he cracks the strap against my skin.
I cry out at each sharp sting – feeling myself getting wetter by each strike.
He continues unrelentingly until my skin glistens with
His dominance sends spine-tingling shivers through me – filling me up.
Tag: Female bondage
My Submission Fantasy: A Tale of Bondage and Submission
Sexy Bondage Whore Loves All Hard Cock In All Her Holes
When the ask, I always say sexy bondage requires a willing whore like myself and dominant masters willing to put us in the place we deserve. Oh thetrembles under your touch as you run your hands over every inch of my skin, teasing and taunting with gentle caresses that promise so much more than they deliver at this point. You tell me “You’re mine now – completely at my mercy – and it feels incredible!”
I lean in close enough for our breaths to mingle together before whispering dirty words into your ear about all the naughty things we’re going to do tonight. The way you shiver underneath me only confirms how turned on you are by these taboo desires we share alike. With a wicked grin spread across my face, I stand up straight again and admire my work: A beautifully bound man ready for whatever comes next!
The anticipation builds between us like an electric current coursing through veins until finally…I can wait no longer! Grabbing a flogger from behind me, I swing it gently against your chest first – testing both limits and reactions while also leaving behind delicious red marks on that smooth skin which will serve as reminders long after this night has ended just who truly owned whom tonight…and maybe even tomorrow too if luck is on our side!
As pleasure mixes with pain seamlessly within these intimate moments shared between us two bondage whores (or should I say three?), there’s no telling where this journey might lead or how far down the rabbit hole we’ll go exploring each other’s deepest darkest fantasies together…
Hardcore bondage with a red headed slave doll!
That’s totally normal though and once you get used to it you won’t even care. The enjoyment I get is when I see my superiors feeling good. When you are soaking wet from a cock being jammed down your throat you know you are a proper Submissive slut. I love my tits bouncing back and forth as my mouth is being used like a cunt. Feeling my throat close up and barely being able to breathe makes me so horny. I love when all my nasty throat slime is dripping down to my fat tits. Listening to man moan and groan as he busts his nut down my nasty wet throat is the best feeling ever! I want to make you cum baby; call me so I can make you feel good like a good set of fuck holes.
Submissive phone sex when I was a teen wife
I turned eighteen and married my first boyfriend who was 10 years older than me. An army sergeant that I met at the diner I worked in. He took me to my first social function on base in Columbus, Georgia, a “fishbowl” party. I learned that when a man comes into the party, he puts his car keys in a fish bowl. After dinner, drinks, and dessert, the women take turns pulling a set of car keys out of the bowl and matches with the man that belongs to the keys, and then she retires to one of the guest bedrooms for the evening with said man.
Because I was new, I was conveniently matched with the oldest husband in the room. His name was Cecil and he was tall, 6’3″, and skinny. His thick white hair was parted on the side and slicked down. His rheumy hazel eyes leered at me under bushy eyebrows. Seeing my hesitation he said “Don’t worry darling, I won’t bite” and he laughed a rattling laugh at me. I was just a young army wife, I had no idea what to do.
He took me by the hand and led me to the tall antique bed with curtains around the Bed. He slowly and deliberately undressed me. He was paying attention to every detail of my body. When we were both naked, I couldn’t help but stare at his long, thick donkey Dick. He chuckled when he saw my eyes widen.
The old husband laid me on my back, closed my eyes, and started kissing me from my fingertips to my wrist, the inside of my arm. My collar bone, my breasts, my neck, his kisses were exquisite. I started to moan and my pussy started flooding. He fingered me gently over and over until I came on his hand, and then he put his mouth down there and licked me until I came again and again and again. I was delighted and dizzy, and so relaxed when he climbed on top of me and shoved his huge monster cock into my very wet pussy. I gasped at the fullness I had never felt before. I came again. And I hug onto his neck as he pumped me full of his cum. What I thought would be the worst night, turned into the best fucking I had ever received. I knew what that little smirk meant on his wife’s face when we returned to the party. And those Cadillac keys, I will be the first to grab them next time.