You know daddy made his submissive whore for a reason. It started with a debt. I just happened to be a convenient little blonde cutie. His friends that he was getting in debt with, gambling debt, inquired about alternatives. They saw it was getting where they couldn’t juice a rock. I became collateral. I was sent out as a form of prostitute that would entertain their filthy needs. It became known that I was a bit of a humiliation slut. They saw how I seemed to get into it. One friend even caught me sniffing his cum rags and rubbing my cunt. This made him really humiliate me. You know I got into licking his asshole like a good slut and he just got a little into using me. This one made it a regular thing and I was making daddy money.
Tag: Hardcore bondage
Bondage Whore For Christmas
Being a bondage whore for my Master is one of the most joyful times in my life. Whenever he desires it, I am bound and gagged – completely at his mercy. Sometimes he just leaves me there to think about all of the times I’ve done something to disappoint him. Those times are pretty torturous, but I know that I deserve them. One day, Master will have transformed me into the perfect submissive slut, but I guess I’m pretty hard to train. He really has his hands full with me.
But my favorite things is when Master has his way with me. He loves to use me like a nasty slut while I’m bound and gagged. He doesn’t care about anything except his pleasure when it’s time for him to take advantage of my body. Sometimes he ties me face down so I can’t see what’s going on and he brings other men in to fuck me. But they don’t fuck my pussy. That would be too exciting for me. He likes to let them fuck my ass with just enough lube to get their cocks inside me. It still hurts a lot and my Master gets off on that. Do you want to hear more about what Master does to me? Just call me and I will tell you everything and I’ll probably get in trouble with that, too.
Female Bondage And Water Torture
I am a connoisseur of female bondage, But This was not pleasant. Using My own daughter against me was my ultimate humiliation. I wanted to please and I would push myself to any length to Make my long-time master happy. I had run away a few times and always came back. He did have my offspring and I am a mother. He would always find me and always bring me back home where I belonged. My punishment this time was to see My oldest daughter decked out in full bondage gear as he instructed me that He would be using severe sensory deprivation to reset my slave skills. My daughter would be paying the price as well! I knew in my heart this would be the last time I ever left. I could not endure my daughter being tortured like this. Or better yet maybe I was jealous that she was my replacement. The Tank of water in the garage was cold as I put my hands on it. I was slapped to the ground and tasted blood. I would be paying for my last game of hide and seek. Shackled up with my daughter behind me, MY Master lifted us and dropped us in the tank and told me that we would both be In water bondage. This pissed my daughter off that she would have to endure pain for my indiscretion. The water lapped at my ears as the lid was shut. My Milf body pressed down on her and she began screaming and kicking under me. If she were to drown it would be my fault. But then again I would have taken out the competition, even if it was my own flesh and blood daughter! One less bondage whore to compete with!
Sexy Bondage Roots
I love sexy bondage games. Tie me up or tie me down. A caller asked how I became a bondage sex slave. He made me go back to my youth. When I was young, my mother left. She found a new man. One who would treat her like a princess and one with money. She abandoned me and left me with an abusive dad. He just saw me as a surrogate wife, not a daughter. I had to do all the housework, cook his meals and take care of his cock. As I got tits and pussy hair, he fucked me more. He shared me with his friends. I hated every moment. When I got sassy, he started to tie me up to my bed. He pulled me out of school, and I was tied up all day while he was at work. I would pee the bed. I had rope burns. I would have panic attacks. I had no food or water. No TV. Just tied up alone for half the day because my father was afraid I would leave him just like my mother did. Eventually, I did escape. I was a teen then and had endured almost 10 years of abuse at the hands of my own father. Almost 25years later, I find myself still into bondage. I grew into a bondage whore. Now I am still tied up and left by some men, but now I get wet. What gave me fear and anxiety as a young girl makes my pussy wet now. My caller made me admit that I am attracted to older men because I miss my father. Freud would have lots to say about me, I am sure. Although, my masters now are far nicer than my daddy ever was, I am still treated like nothing more than a sex slave.
Bondage and Submission with a Young Man
I want to be your bondage whore. That is what my ad said on a fetish site. I used this picture to tell men I was serious and that I had my own equipment. I was getting tons of responses and that made my pussy wet. I spent a few days sifting through responses and texting with the ones who seemed the most promising for me. It was hard to decided on a man to begin with because I never suspected I would have that many responses. Just a few months ago, I could not find a man on Tinder who wanted to fuck me. Maybe as time goes by, folks are willing to take more risks? I know I am. Master gave me permission for some bondage and submission games. He would love to be the one to tie me up, but he can not escape his wife. So, placing an ad on a fetish site, was the next best thing. I settled on Teddy. He was young for a man into bondage. I was hoping he would fuck me. When he arrived, he seemed way younger than 27. I joked that I should card him. Turns out he was 18. I told him he could not know anything about bondage because he was still wet behind the ears. He pulled his belt off his jeans and whacked me across the face. I could feel my cheek swelling up. My lip started bleeding too. He manhandled me for hours, tying me up in various poses. He tied me tightly. Too tightly. I was getting rope burns on my wrists and ankles. He was so young to be full of that much hate. He reminded me of my son. He is just as angry and violent. I did not sign up for hardcore bondage games. A barely legal boy used me better than an army of seasoned masters. I think I am in love.
Submissive Whore Next Door
I’m the whore next door your momma warned you about. During the day, I’m an Alpha girl, a go getter. I run my own Maid service, and running a business is never easy. I’m not married, I have no brats. Why? I have never found a man who can handle the extreme fetishes I have. I love pain, I’m a true masochist. My cunt gets soaking wet every time I get hurt. Men never want to hurt me because I’m “a woman”. That’s frustrating as fuck and makes it hard enough to get laid, let alone to get my needs met!
One of my girls called in sick, so I had to pick up the offices and homes she would normally clean. My last house of the day was for a Police Chief. He asked me to stay a bit after, so he could ask me a few questions about our services. I was agreeing, picking up some cleaning products when he grabbed me by my ponytail and flung me into the wall. His hand was around my neck, choking me. His eyes were wild!
That man used me for the next three days! I was bound, and held in a small cell in his basement. He flogged me, whipped me, and even spanked my bare ass with his hand. He fucked me… oh how he fucked me. Spit on me, degraded and humiliated me for the worthless bitch I am.He forced himself on me, in my mouth, up my ass, into my poor wet cunt, again and again.
When he finally let me go, I was a sloppy, cummy mess. He had kidnapped me, basically, but in the end… it was exactly what this submissive whore next door needed.
Baseball Bat To The Cunt Made Me Wet
I got fucked up at a party the other night, like the druggy cunt I am. I ended up chained to a wall, getting railed by four big, black cocks all at once. They used me like a cocksleeve, a little fuck puppet. I had snorted so much coke, I didn’t care. Their leader hung me from the ceiling, chained by my saggy tits.
My eight inch pumps were barely brushing the ground. Fuck it hurt! I was dripping wet by the time they took a wooden baseball bat to my pussy. I screamed; because fuck it hurt, but I couldn’t help but want more. I became their piñata; they cracked my ribs, ripped at my hair, pulled out my teeth.
I was in the sweetest agony, a heaven in hell. Every time they landed a blow, the tears leaked from my eyes, the blood from my cuts, and a thick, sticky wetness from my cunt. Offering me more coke, they put a pigs mask on me now. Their side of bacon; I was squealing like Suey herself. A bat to the temple knocked me out. When I woke up, I was tucked into bed, all cleaned up. The manacles around my wrists let me know I was trapped; again.