Your young submissive whore. The bitch you can do anything you want to, I am powerless. Weak. Nothing I can do as you violate my holes. Nothing I can do as you force my little ones to do your bidding. Nothing… I will do nothing. You are in control, you own me. My little ones… they’re all yours. I’m a very bad mommy. I will cry and beg you not to hurt them, not to violate them but you and I both know I am full of shit. We both know from my wet sloppy pussy soaking wet over here that I want you to as bad as you want it. You don’t hesitate, and you make me watch. I deserve this. This is all I will ever be good for and I know it. I am to be used and then thrown away. My cunt is all I am worth, only good for breeding fucking and using as a personal cum dumpster. Here to serve and please your cock any time you may desire. I am yours. I will worship you, I will obey your every command and serve your glorious cock to its full extent. You can make me do anything. Anything your horny heart desires. I might say no, I might beg for you not to, you might hear my muffled screams as you do the unthinkable – but don’t stop, I want it. I need it, I need to be forced, I need to be serving you in my rightful place as your very own submissive whore.
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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.
Bondage Whore Dukes it Out at Work
When I arrived to work yesterday, I had a surprise waiting for me. Master had another bondage whore named Bo tied up at my desk chair. Apparently, she was sent as a temp to help me out with a big law case pending. She arrived early and fucked something up so he restrained her at my chair. He wanted my help in teaching her a lesson. I’m a submissive whore. I don’t know how to be a dominant bitch. Master was not happy that I questioned his order and smacked me hard across the face. The look on Bo’s face told me she was not hired as a paralegal temp.
She was a MILF whore just like me. Only difference being she was the hourly kind. Master just wanted two bitches to play with today. Two hot MILF bitches. I hesitated on smacking her again and this time Master tied me to the chair and freed Bo. She wasted no time using me as a punching bag. She went at my big fucking tits like she was Mike Tyson. Master was stoking his dick watching her use my boobs as punching bags. I struggled to get loose; I understood the game now and wanted to play, but snooze you lose.
Bo wailed on my titties for what seemed like an eternity. They were black and blue by the time Master freed me so I could fight back. He watched as we wrestled each other in his office. I had no clue what I was doing. Bo, however, clearly was the Ronda Rousey out of us because one punch to my face and I was out cold. Woke up tied to the desk with cum all over my face and loser written in my own blood on my forehead. Master apparently likes seeing two sluts fight each other. He said next time he would toss us in a cage naked and see who comes out alive.
Confession: Young Slut & P Mommy
“Don’t fucking scream slut” He ordered me as I woke up completely bound on the couch. I was wet and slick, it was clear I was turned on. I thought to were my little ones were, asleep in their rooms. “I’m going to fuck you and your brats till you’re begging me for more you fucking whore.” He snarled at me and went to get them… I knew I should be scared and mad, but I was turned on and curious, but I pretend to struggle a little… wondering what he was going to do to my little ones. He took them both out and made them get on their knees. He forced to watch as he shoved a giant dildo into my ass, making me scream against the ball gag. They watched again as he applied nipple clams to my already rock hard nipples. I wanted to beg for more, I wanted it all to stop but I was soaking fucking wet. I was so turned on and the little ones watching it all turned me on even more thinking about the same thing happening to them. He must have read my mind, because he scooped up my youngest and spread her little ass apart shoving a fat butt plug into her virgin ass. I didn’t mean to but I moan and tried to cross my legs to hide how incredibly turned on I was, but he saw the lust in my eyes. “You sick P Mommy, you like to watch your little daughters holes get violated just like you don’t you?” I said nothing and you grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving my head down on his cock and removing the ball gag in place of his cock. He held my head there until I thought I was going to pass out, that’s when he lifted me up and I finally admitted to him what was making my pussy so fucking wet.
Slave Bondage Training for BBC
Slave bondage films are something I enjoy watching. I made the mistake, however, of watching one at work. It was really hot. About a busty MILF like me being bound and broke by a big black master who used her as a black breeding whore. I’m in my 30s, so I can still get knocked up. I fantasize about being a breeding bitch all the time. Master is white. His cock is nowhere near the size of the black daddy I saw on the porn film. Master smacked me hard across the face, broke my laptop and called me a dirty nigger loving whore. Perhaps I am.
Master was like if you want to be a nigger slave, I will make you one. He got out the biggest black dildo I have ever seen. It was like 16 inches. Huge. He tied me up first. He didn’t want me resisting. He shoved it down my throat and held my nose. I was gagging. “If you want to be a slave to big black cock, you better be able to handle their meat whore,” he yelled as he continued to ram that thick black dong down my throat. My eyes were watering; I was gagging; I almost puked. He took the rubber dick and jammed it up my ass. It hurt like hell. I tried not to cry. Slave training is always painful. Master was teaching me how to be a good slave for nigger dick.
As he was force fucking my ass, he jabbed my cunt with his fist. According to him, big black cocks are so big it feels like you are getting double stuffed. He pulled the shit covered dildo out of my ass and made me clean it up. When I grimaced, he pulled his dick out and pissed in my face. He was training me to do whatever disgusting painful thing he dished out. “You think I am bad you submissive whore. Wait till a black posse gets a hold of you. I will look like Gandhi in comparison,” he seethed. All day long he used me roughly. He was clearly angered over my curiosity about black cock. He finally left me alone. I was still tied up. Covered in piss. Smelling like a toilet. Gaping asshole . Swollen pussy. He wrote on me with a sharpie “Black Spunk Only.” I didn’t know what that really meant until he returned with about 12 huge black men.
Be careful what you ask for…
























