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Pedicured Princess: A Extreme Foot Fetish story!

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This guy, John, had me so damn worked up. He wasn’t your typical foot fetishist. No, this man was a foot worshipper, and he knew exactly how to make my toes curl. Pun intended!

He started slow, asking permission to admire my feet—oh, how I love that dirty talk! He went on about how my feet were so prim and proper, like a proper lady should have. But little did he know, I had a secret fetish of my own. I craved the dirty, the taboo, and John was about to deliver.

He began licking and sucking my toes, tongue weaving between them, sending shivers down my spine. Then, with a wicked grin, he took the whole foot in his mouth, slurping and sucking like a hungry babe.

But that wasn’t enough for this foot fetish freak. John reached for his pants, and out came his thick, throbbing cock. He placed my foot on his lap, the other caressing my sole, as he began piston-like movements. My pussy was dripping wet, and my feet were getting a workout of their own.

He fucked my foot, yes, fucked it good! While he did so, I imagined my feet wrapped around his meaty shaft, a sight I knew would be sinful and wrong but oh so right.

John was a man on a mission. He flipped me over, spread my legs, and dove into my pussy, feet still getting the VIP treatment. He licked and sucked my juicy cunt, making me squirm and moan. Then, with a grunt, he stood up, positioning himself at my feet.

He slammed into me, feet-first, making me gasp. The depravity of it all—having my pussy and feet worshipped—was a rush like no other. John fucked me senseless, the filth pouring from his mouth, calling me his foot bitch and slut.

It was disgraceful, it was debauched, but I loved every minute. That’s my story, an unromantic, wild foot fetish romp, and it gets me so damn horny every time!

Erotic Bondage Stories Of Submissive Slut Jacquline’s Dom Side

Erotic bondage storiessubmissive slutI love beig  submissive whore but I also love hearing about sub turning into a dom at times too.

 So I turned the tables one night on my boyfriend. Without waiting for an answer (because let’s face it – who needs consent when you have handcuff keys?), I leaned down and took his cockhead between lips gently sucking at first before increasing pressure steadily until he was throbbing against the back of my mouth. I wiped the pre-cum out of the corners of my mouth and came up on that cock.  Tying his hands behind his back.

Next, I inserted a ball gag inside his mouth shoving it until he almost puked.  That instantly made my cunt sloshy wet.  I bound his feet tightly with nearby rope. Taking a belt and whip and whipping his ass so hard it left red marks pierced into his bubble butt of an ass. He quivered and shaked uncontrollably as I rather violently kept the whippings going.  Ordering him to call me mistress.

The power trip was getting to my head a bit. I had fishnets on, with a leather corset tied tightly making my tits perfectly perky poking out of my black corset.  Black panties with a garter attached to those fishenets.  I take the butt plus and start thrusting it in his ass making him yelp in pain. However that was nothing because right atter I shoved one of my big black dildos up there and I am pretty sure the next town over heard how much his ass got stretched out in the next town over.

I made him lick my feet, become my sex slave for the night. But secretly I did miss being a submissive whore. That is where I am best, but some nights, I can switch it up for the greater good.

 

Vicious Pleasure: A Submissive Whore’s Torment

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Being the willing whore that I am, I yearned for my Master’s touch. Bound and helpless, I awaited his devious plans with a dripping wetness between my legs. And boy, did he deliver!He started with a whip, leaving my back a mesh of red stings. I cried out in pleasure, begging for more. Master knew just how to push my buttons, torturing me with deliciously vicious strikes.

But that was only the beginning. He moved down my body, piercing my delicate flesh with sharp claws. The pain was exquisite, driving me wild with desire. I was his to command, and the thought of it made me soaked.His heavy thrusts soon followed, each one making me see stars. He fucked me mercilessly, using me as his personal sex doll. The filthier he talked, the harder I came.

But Master had more tricks up his sleeve. A hard gag was buckled into my mouth, silencing my moans, though it couldn’t muffle my desperate pleas for more. Yes, more! Give me your nasty, hard cock! Fuck me like the whore I am!He granted my wish, and I felt his meaty Cock stretch me to new limits. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, sending me into a blissful abyss.

I was his submissive slut, and this was my idea of a perfect night—being tortured, fucked, and used.

Use me, Master!

Slave training whore in progress means I drown in cum

Slave training Once I agreed to be a Slave training whore, it got totally serious. I was taken to across the parking lot. I felt as though I was walking quite some distance. I was placed in the back of a car and cuffed. I knew better than to ask any questions. I could feel my heart jumping out of my chest.

 When we arrived at our destination, I was used as a human cumdump. I was literally drowning in my Master’s and other’s thick creamy cum. I must have gagged and choked hundreds of times. We went all night long and no I was not given a safe word. 

He instructed me to open my mouth where he then dumped a bucket of cum all into my mouth. I was forced to hold it in while each of them throat fucked me. I had my hands handcuffed behind my back and my mouth locked wide open. The pain I endured was all so worth it. I am a cock sucking Submissive slut and this is how my life should be.

My Master was so excited to torture me. He pulled out this huge thick chain, wrapped it around my neck and arms. Every time I would get choked by the chains. He really reveled in that. Constantly taunting me, “Don’t move girl, you gonna get hurt if ya do…” 

Yes Master, I will be still, or I least tried so hard to be still. But when you have two big strong dicks face fucking ya, there is no way you can’t move. Every thrust of their cocks, the chain cock tighter and tighter. I felt my face get hot, and the room began to spin. The Hardcore bondage I endured made me black out, I can’t wait for the next session!

 

Submissive Whore needs a paddling for punishment.

Submissive Whore      Submissive Whore needs a paddling for punishment. I have been a bad little slut whore.  Punish me. Spank me. The first thing to remember when doling out the spanking is to make sure the ass is bare. Now this is needed to really make it hurt. After all, I disobeyed. I questioned. To point out that I am not being very submissive is another reason to punish me.

     You don’t have to bind. At the same time bondage is a very good way to punish me. Especially if it is hardcore tie up and I can’t move and like it. Raise my ass up to feel the Bare bottom spankings. Some bondage would prevent me.

     Ropes cutting into my wrist. Punish your little whore. I am in fact a very naughty girl who needs an ass whopping. Yes, I will like it. For the most part I will leave it up to you to figure out how hard to punish and make it hurt.

     It must be remembered that I am a cock lover and pain inflicted little fucking whore. Use clothes pins on me. Nipple clamps. Show your slut whore what you think of her. I need paddling as a punishment.

     Finally, the only question remains is will it be barehanded or will you be using a weapon of choice. I like many of them. In the long run it is all your choice. Do to me as you will.

The Brunette’s Bondage: A Nasty Narrative

 

As a brunette beauty, I exude a different kind of allure, a dark and mysterious charm that beckons dominate males. My hair is a beacon, attracting the most sadistic of masters. I’m not just a possession—I’m an obsession.My current owner is no different. He found me, a stray ready to be tamed, and put a collar around my neck. To the world, I’m a submissive slave, but to him, I’m his prized possession, his personal whore.

I’m often left bound and gagged, awaiting his return. The click of his boots signals my reward, and IArch my back in anticipation. He relishes in my helplessness, taking advantage of my vulnerable state.His hands explore my body, and his lips leave marks where they touch. I’m his canvas, and he’s the artist, painting me with bruises and bite marks. The pain is a symphony, a precursor to the main event.

He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he thrusts his thick, pulsing cock down my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t care, using my mouth as his personal playground. My eyes water, but the tears only add to his pleasure. The brunette in me emerges as I take his abuse, craving more. I’m a nasty little slut, and I love it when he treats me like one. My pussy drips with anticipation, and my ass twitches, eager for his invasion.

Cock worshiping captive for sale, buy me and make me suffer

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Cock-worshiping captive, Breanne, here to tell you all about my current predicament as a hot bondage slave up for sale. That’s right, I’ve gotten myself into a bit of trouble, and now I’m offering myself up to the highest bidder to do with as they please. But before we get into the dirty details, let me give you a little taste of who I am and what makes me such a delicious treat for all you kinky motherfuckers out there.

First of all, I’m a certified nymphomaniac with a lust for cock that knows no bounds. I’ve always had a thing for bondage and domination, and I love nothing more than being tied up, gagged, and at the mercy of a big, strong man who knows how to handle a bitch like me.

I guess you could say I got a little too cocky (pun intended) and found myself in over my head. I was exploring an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, looking for a new place to play out my wildest fantasies, when I stumbled upon a group of men who had some interesting ideas about how to use a girl like me. Before I knew it, I was bound, gagged, and at their mercy, and they decided to put me up for sale to the highest bidder.

I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and the fear that comes from being used and abused by a bunch of horny strangers really makes me wet.  I figure this is the perfect opportunity to find a new Master who can truly satisfy my insatiable appetite for cock and punishment.

I need to be a Bondage whore slave to a Master. It’s really the only thing I am good at, just being a total cock whore. I can deepthroat for hours and can take a pounding like a champion. I also have a bit of a fetish for public humiliation, and I love the idea of being paraded around in front of a crowd of strangers, completely naked and at the mercy of my Master’s whims.

But that’s not all I’m willing to do. I’m also a total pain slut, and I love the feeling of a good, hard spanking. I have a collection of toys and instruments of torture that I’m more than willing to share with my new Master, and I’m always up for a good flogging or caning. I love the feeling of being pushed to my limits and beyond.

Let me be your guinea pig, Sir! Be the sadistic motherfucker you want to be with me! I will submit to your every whim, no matter how dirty you want to be. So, what are you waiting for? Place your bid and make me your very own Hardcore bondage bitch!

 

My Bondage Addiction: The Master’s Revenge

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So, my master had been watching my every move, and boy, did I fuck up. Big time. A lesson was in order, and I was eager to receive it.He began with the ties, binding my wrists and ankles securely. I was at his mercy, a good little sub. He spanked me hard, and the smacks echoed in the room. My ass reddened, he added a gag, and my eyes were covered with a blindfold.I was his toy, and he loved to hear me whine. The anticipation of what was to come left me dripping wet.

He whispered dark promises of vengeance into my ear, and I shuddered in anticipation. The slap of his hands on my ass kept time with my growing moans.But the real fun began when he bent me over. I felt the cold metal of restraints on my wrists, securing me in place. My master wasn’t gentle, and the pain was exquisite.He whipped my exposed back, and I bit down hard on the gag to muffle my screams. He pulled my hair, forcing my head back, and spanked my ass till it was raw.

“You like this, don’t you, slut?” he growled.

I nodded frantically.

He untied my legs, spread them wide, and thrust his hand into my soaking pussy. I was his little cum dumpster, and he made sure I knew it.

Good girls get rewarded; bad girls get punished. I was loving every minute of it!

Spanking chat: I do love a good spanking.

Spanking chat     Spanking chat: I do love a good spanking. I like having my ass paddled, whether it is bare assed, clothed, hand, whip, willow switch, among other items, just to chat about it gets my pussy throbbing right along with my ass. It tingles with expectations. Just knowing that you are going to tie me up and give me a spanking has me thrilled to obey you.

     Use the paddle, tie me up. Give your fucking slut everything that she deserves to have. A good had spanking followed by an even harder fucking. Need the cock. Like the cock. Love the cock. Cock sucking fucking slut that will obey they master. Be your slave. Pain is pleasure and this fucking Submissive slut is going to beg you to give it to her.

     Hardcore is just the way I like it. Give it to me. Now! Demanding submissive sometimes. Just means that I need to be punished. Come and punish me. Bind me to the wall. Hang up upside to give me the spanking. Given these points you can be sure that I will be ready, willing, and begging for more.

     In summary, give the spanking, lets chat, bind me and make me yours.  

Slave training for Slave Whore Donatella at new Plantation

Slave training role play turns me on and gets me black cunt dripping wet. I should get a job as civil war reenactor because I love being a nigger slave whore. I got this client that calls me, I can’t quite remember his name, I just call him “Massa”. Its 1800 and I’m a young, thick, black as blackberries slave whore and I just came to a new plantation. I’m in the back of a horse and buggy, naked, and my hands and feet are wrapped in ropes.

Slave training

We pull up to a big plantation and standing in front of it is Massa. He walks up to the carriage and looks me up and down. He smacks my fat ass and juicy titties. He orders me to open my mouth wide and inspects my mouth and tongue. He shoves his finger down my throat then sticks it up my pussy. Massa looks at his wife and smiles and then gave me precise orders to meet him at the main house at dusk.

I get taken to my new quarters and when I am greeted by two other slave girls. The guards ordered the slave girl to bath me in preparations for tonight. When the guards leave, the girls tell me what is to come of me. I am going to be raped by Massa and his friend for my initiation.

The girls open the slave quarters door and tell me to run if I don’t want to meet this fate. I run for my life, ass naked and afraid.

I run for a few hours, and I get tired and decide to take a nap by a tree in the middle of the woods. It was the middle of the night, and I thought I was safe. Tell me why did I wake up to Massa and a gang of his white boys standing on top of me?

They used every one of my holes and raped me for hours and hours. A group of about 20 guys fucked my black nigger pussy till they came and then when they were done, they pissed all over my dirty nigger body.

Massa and his friends then tied my arms and legs back up and took me to the center of town and left me on display for all of the towns people to have their way with me like they did in the woods.