I was excited, he had me bound arms apart and above my head, and he was making me suck his cock. He made me beg for it, and when I wasn’t loud enough he smacked me hard, telling me there was more pain if I wanted to be a stupid whore and not speak up. I took it all, my pussy dripping with anticipation – I love an angry man, who knows he can do whatever he wants to me and hits me the moment he doesn’t get his way. I love the thrill, the pain and the punishment. It wasn’t long before he was ready to inflict more pain. He kept me on my knees making sure I told him that I am a slut who belongs on my knees at all times. This is when he took out his whip, and made me count out loud every single lash, as he forced me to beg for more. And that isn’t even the start of my newest rape phone sex fantasies session…mmm.
Tag: Hardcore bondage
Punish Me Master: I Need Slave Bondage
My boss was out of the office for a few hours. I know the rules. But, I thought it would be fun to play around in his office for a bit. He would never know. I sat in his big comfy office chair and masturbated. He never lets me cum, so I played naughty secretary at his desk. I should have known better. He had a hidden camera in his office because he cannot trust me. He texted, “Someone needs more slave training.” I knew I was in trouble. I went back to my office, scared, awaiting my punishment.
There was no apologizing to master. I violated the trust. I needed punished. I needed slave bondage. He made me disrobe. I received 32 lashes with his whip. A lash for each minute I sat in his office chair. He put nipple clamps on my worthless tits and attached a chain to my clit so when he yanked it, he hurt all three of my sensitive spots at once. He was just warming up. I had to put on the sensory deprivation suit. I hate it. It restricts my movement and breathing. Plus it is so tight on my curvy body, I sweat like a pig. Master suspended me in his office, above his desk. I was hanging like a bug trapped in a spider web. Sweating, struggling to breathe, unable to move, receiving electric shocks to my breasts in 32 second intervals. Master loves to punish me.
I hung above his desk not for 32 minutes, but 32 hours. When he released me, I was close to passing out. “Next time you violate the rules of the office, I will leave you hanging for 32 days, whore,” he seethed as he spit in my face. I cleaned up and completed my work duties. I am both scared and aroused by my master. I’m such a punishment whore.
Lesson Learned
I made Master mad again so he took me to another master to teach me a lesson. I hope this he will do more than humiliate and torture me; while I do somewhat like it; I want to learn and become the best whore. “Ahh, you again.” He answered the door with. “Well, good then I suppose. You are just in time to see my new bitch get humiliated.” “Yes sir” I quickly reply; I know better than a reply more than that. We walked down to his basement were he keeps all his most extreme toys, and there was not one, but two men down there. One was tied to the bed the other was standing with a ball gag in his mouth, drooling. Both of their small dicks hard with anticipation. “Now Sookie, always remember it is their job to please me… but today are you going to be a better whore than them?” I nodded like a good slut. “Now, I want you simply start with a little slap or two, don’t worry you’re a little bitch that fucking loves it.” He slapped my ass hard and I could tell everyone was satisfied. “What now?” I asked timidly. He then stopped talking and went straight to business. You thought you were going to fucking get to pick and choose your punishment whore? He tight me tight and put the biggest most painful clamps I had ever felt on my tits squeezing them hard. I started to cry which I saw only made his cock harder. He was going to torture me… I knew it when I saw the boob squashing device… the nipple piercing rods. I took the pain like a good slut, even though it hurt like hell. “Now lick my cock clean, you little bitch.” Master ordered me; and right away I was on my knees. Lesson learned.
Hardcore Bondage with Naomi
My master wanted a piggy whore to fuck. He tied me up and put this mask on my face. It didn’t cover my face but it kept my mouth open and pulled my nostrils up. Every time I moved this contraption would pull, I thought it was going to rip my nose off! I oink , snort and eat rotten food for my master. I am his Subby whore and I do everything he tells me to do. I want to keep my master happy. I love being a Bondage and Submission whore. Being tied up, tortured and fucked for hours is my life. I enjoy being spit on, Pissed on and kicked. I want to be treated like a pig because I am nothing. I am a worthless whore. I needed to be punished for being a dirty whore. My master knows what kind of trash I am. He tells me and punishes me for trying to be anything more than a piggy whore!
BDSM Phone Sex Slut Gets Punished Big Time!
I did not know when he was coming all I knew was he told me it would be really hardcore. I needed to be down to nothing but my panties when he came to pick me up and I was to call him Sir. He was going to be my BDSM phone sex drill Sargent and I was in for a big lesson. For starters, when he came up behind me and wrapped his beg beefy arm around my throat I struggled to breathe. He began telling me that I was a dumb little slut,and he ripped my sunglasses off using my face to break them as he slammed it into the ground too. He knocked me out and as I came to he had me tied to the back of an ATV. I struggled trying to pull against the roped that held me hog tied in place.He pulled me off once we hit his little fuck slut shed. I whimpered. He prepped me as he started to hoist me into place. He tied my arms behind my back, shoulders and tits from rough rope that hung from a beam. Then he began to tie up my legs and ankles till I was left in full suspension. I moaned as he began to torture me while I was stuck in his hardcore bondage trap. He grabbed my hair tight and slapped me across the face throwing it back down again. Clamp were attached to my tits and I was whipped all over my body. As he ended he plowed his cock deep into my ass and used my body for his pleasure. I let out screams as he pinch a clamp to my clit and yanked against it with every thrust. He laughed as he let me know my ass hole was bleeding onto the floor. Leaving me there hanging he left and got onto the ATV. I passed out again, wondering when it would be time for fucking again!
Anything for master!
I live to serve him. He is my long dick master and I beg to please him every moment that I am not being used for his pleasure. I love being his show toy for his friends. The way he makes me fuck any and all of them for him at a moment’s notice. I love that look on his face when my eyes are tearing up from him plowing my tonsils with his cock, like he could care less about my pain. It reminds me of my duties as his servant mommy and I love it. He is so young forceful and energetic that I long for his pain when he isn’t here. I may just make him mad tonight so that he will slap me with his cock and piss on me. He will then probably call over some huge cock guys to ass fuck me as punishment. Even when I am a bad little mommy slut my master treats me so well and that is why I live to serve him.
Extreme Bondage Won The Hand
The night started like any other poker night with me serving him and his friends. I made sure the food was always hot and available and that no drink went dry. I emptied the ash trays and dared not gag on the thick smoke that stunk like cigars do. I kept my eyes lowered and not once did I flinch or squeal when I was smacked, pinched, poked or slapped. I watched silently as the new guy to the table, a doctor with lots of money, gingerly sipped his drinks while everyone else gulped theirs down. He methodically lured them into his web increasing the bets and leading them on. I watched as my man got deeper in debt and my pussy was getting wetter by the minute. I know when he looses all his money I am the thing he offers up. The doctor was hot as hell and had lots of money. It wasn’t long before I was the offering and the doctor was playing his hand. He won and told me to get dressed, I was his for the night. With my panties full of wetness I followed him out of the house and into his car. I didn’t say a word the entire ride. When he pulled up to his office I was a bit confused but I followed him obediently. What happened next was both exciting and maddening at the same time. I have never been with someone that had an extreme titty torture fetish. He would return me as damaged merchandise and Master would take his anger out on me not him. I knew it was going to be along 24 hours for me and I would be sore for at least a week.