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Rape phone sex fantasies

I’m your little slut right Just to show you once again WHAT A SLUT I can really be. It is as if my entire body calls out to be under your command, so everything you want echoes in me. I live to serve you, Daddy.

I love being your obedient slut RequestContext It makes me shiver when you order me what to do. I get soaking just thinking about getting on my knees for you, obeying your every order. Just the way you make me bite my lip when You are telling me how much and intensely want to fuck.

I want to be owned under your hands. Pull my hair and shove your cock down my throat, I won’t put up a fight. Push it inside me hard, give me some of the good stuff from a real man. And I love it when you call the shots, direct me, and put in my place… delighted to be reminded of the fact that your wish is indeed my command.

Really, you know how to pull our leg too? Make me scream for more, beg you to be touched… I am your little to play thing, and the idea of it turns me on so much. You twist your fingers in front of my mouth and tell, licking them with your eyes that sear through me to remind who is boss.

My body belongs to you, and Jesus I lоve it. Fuck me till I am your fucked-out sex slave for the night I crave to be your submissive little slut, who will take whatever you can dish out. And please believe, I can handle the hits.

 

Cock worshiping on my knees makes me a good submissive whore

Cock worshipingCock worshiping on my knees, before you, is where I need to be. My mind is consumed with thoughts of being completely restrained and at your mercy. 

The thought of being unable to move, to be totally helpless, fills me with a sense of arousal that is almost indescribable. I long to feel the cold metal of handcuffs around my wrists and ankles, the tightness of rope digging into my flesh.

I revel in the feeling of vulnerability as I am bound and at your mercy. Worshiping on my knees is my ultimate act of submission.

I crave the feeling of your hard, throbbing shaft against my lips, the taste of your precum on my tongue as I pleasure you. I am your good submissive whore, eager to serve and please you in any way you desire.

I need to suffer, to feel the sting of a whip against my bare skin, the bite of a collar around my neck. The more extreme the bondage, the harder I come. I am a hardcore bondage slave, and I will always be.

Being a Extreme bondage whore is about pure submission. Spit in my face and slap that man cock on it. Treat me like the trashy cum dumpster I am.

 The feeling of surrendering control, of giving myself over to you, is incredibly titillating. It allows me to let go of all my inhibitions and fully embrace getting my holes wrecked.

 

Extreme Bondage Bistro: A Brutal Feast

Extreme bondage

A vision of erotic captivation, perched on a high stool, legs spread wide, wrists restrained behind me. I’m a trapped bird, waiting for my master’s arrival, wetter than the ocean!

And oh, he doesn’t disappoint. The dominant motherfucker strides in, oozing an aura of sheer sex appeal. With a smirk, he takes control, commencing our sadistic dance. A crack of the whip across my eager back sends shivers down my spine, and I’m his for the taking.

He fucks my mouth like a pornstar, thrashing his thick sword into my gagging throat. The face-fucking leaves me breathless, drooling, and begging for more. But the main course is yet to come—a savory delight!

My legs are unleashed, and I transform into a crawling slave, desperate to please. He takes advantage, spanking my ass till it’s red raw, the scent of lust and leather engulfing us. Then, the ultimate thrill—his thick, veined cock penetrates my sopping cunt, still wet from the oral onslaught.

I’m his loyal dog, moaning and panting, as he pounds me with relentless fury. The pleasure borders on pain, but I crave every second of this vicious cycle. And then, the coup de grâce—he binds me once more, this time with my hands left to dangle, helpless, as he guides his massive tool into my tight asshole.

The anal invasion is breathtaking, earth-shattering, and I’m a quivering mess. He fucks me senseless, owners me like the possession I yearn to be. And when he’s spent, he unties my hands and reveals the real treat—clean up the mess, he commands.

I obey, licking his creamy load from my ass like a lewd ice cream cone. Every delicious drop is savored, a testament to our depraved ordeal.

It doesn’t end there, though. The night’s young, and my stomach growls for more. Bring it the fuck on!

Lady Rosalie signs off, ready for the next twisted chapter.

Bon appétit, fuckers!”

Submissive Whore Venice needs a rough master.

Submissive Whore      Submissive Whore Venice needs a rough master. Will you be my mean master? I like it rough. Give me all the cock. Have that fantasy rape without the fun parts. After all, I really do need to have the pain. Liking pain is all inconsequential if you tell me not to like it.

     Tell me what I am. Would you like to beat me? To be sure it will be a blast. Pimping me out. Making me cheat on my husband. He is already cuckolded. Next you can make me tell him. Even though I cheat on him I have never been forced to tell him.

     As long as you are happy that is all that matters. All that is left is for you to tell me if you want Rape phone sex fantasies and will it be with a hardcore pain or light.

     What will you make me do next master? Claim me? Beat me? I need the rough master. I do so like it. In due time, I will be your complete slave. As you wish will be done as soon as you order it.

     Which means here and there I am yours. All yours. Keep me nearby. Beneath you. Your will slave.

Bondage Phone Sex Sluts Spend Most of Their Lives Tied Up

bondage phone sexI know a thing or two about bondage phone sex. I’ve literally been tied up most of my life. But it all began with daddy. He abused me before I even remember. After my mom left without me, he abused me instead. However, when I got older, he feared that I would run away or tell someone what he did to me. He was right. Eventually I learned how to get out of the restraints and steal some money. And once I had enough money, daddy came home one day, and I was gone. Took a train to New York City.

Met a man, married him and had a son and daughter. But he turned out to be worse than my father. He tied me up but only to whip me. Then I met a much older man while working in a BDSM club. And me and my little ones went to California with him. Bondage has always been his thing. But he never tied me up to whip the flesh from my body. Or explore his violent rape phone sex fantasies.

I Will Be a Bondage Slut for Life

My master changed my life. Showed me how to be a good bondage slut. And for years, he tied me up to my office chair. Do you know how hard it is to type or answer the phone tied up? However, I got better with time. He retired a few years ago, but now he ties me up at his BDSM club or at my home. The home he bought for me. His wife thinks he and his buddies own a cigar bar. She has no interest in his business. Which turned out great for us.

He came over last night and tied me up on my bed. Tied me up so good that there was no way I could wiggle out of those restraints. But I do not want to escape Master. Not even when I get rope burns. I am his rope bunny. His bondage whore for life. And I would not have it any other way.

Bondage Whore Gets Resourceful After Left Tied Up on Her Bed

bondage whoreThis bondage whore gets tied up often. And I mean that figuratively and literally. Sometimes, I get on long calls and cannot take care of other horny men. And sometimes I get tied up on my bed and cannot even get to the bathroom. My son stopped by last night to do laundry. My son moved into his own apartment last year. And my daughter went to UCLA in August. Empty nest syndrome.

Suddenly, I have so much more time on my hands. My master retired mostly from law. My two offspring flew the coup. So, I dabble on Fet Life, Tinder and at the BDSM club where I help since my master owns it. But I did not go to the club last night because my son came over. And honestly, I should have just let him come over and gone to the club while he did laundry. But I wanted to cook for him.

Sometimes, Family Can Be the Cruelest People You Know

My relationship with my son turned complicated years ago. Although it has improved, he does not really care for my submissive whore lifestyle. Neither does my daughter. Even though my submissive lifestyle gave them a nice house, a quality education, new clothes every year, food, entertainment and college funds. They do not respect the sacrifices I made for them. But I still love them even if they only tolerate me.

My son started an argument with me last night, and when I stood up to him, he tied me up and left me on my bed. He force fucked my asshole because he did not want to knock up his whore mommy. I felt relief for that. I do not want another ungrateful brat. But once he took his frustration out on mommy’s ass, he left me tied up on the bed. No one would come to untie me. So, I needed to get resourceful.

But before I could roll myself off the bed, and crawl to the kitchen to find something sharp to cut the ties, I had pissed the bed. This submissive slut now has bruises and bumps from falling off the bed. And rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Sometimes family can treat you the worst.

Submissive Slut Bernice Entertained Rough Teenage Boys

submissive slutAs a submissive slut, I do what I am told to do, even if I do not like it. It’s not about my pleasure because my master’s pleasure matters the most. And I have never said no, not even when the idea of what he wanted me to do scared me. As a whore, no master accepts no for an answer. My job literally involves doing what I am told to do.

Over the weekend, master needed me to do a favor for a potential client. Master does not pimp me out exactly. However, he does dangle me like a carrot in front of very wealthy potential clients. Although my master mostly retired from law, he does take on occasionally some big estates that need planning, and wills and trusts drawn up. It requires minimal work, for a big profit.

This guy wanted a submissive sex whore to service his grandson and his friends at a private party. This potential client comes from a generation of wealthy men who hired pros to take young boys’ virginity and make them men. But he did not trust any online whores not to extort his family if they found out about the family of their client. And you just do not find street corner whores anymore. Not easily at least.

Even Schoolboys Can Enjoy a Submissive Slave

Although I did not want to do it, I did. Like I said, slaves never can say no. So, I showed up and did what master instructed me to do. But this boy and his friends went hard on my pussy and ass all weekend. I am still recovering. These young teenage boys seem like monsters. They fucked me hard. Ass, pussy mouth. They did not care what hole they fucked. And sometimes they shoved two or three cocks in a hole at the same time. They even pissed down my throat and up my ass.

I felt relief when my time with them ended. But I felt destroyed too. All my holes felt sore and swollen. And I now sport some bruises from where they grabbed me and pinned me to the floor. This submissive whore sealed the deal for her master. But boy did I pay the price.

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.

BDSM chat with the best anal bondage whore.

BDSM chatMy master met Jace through an online BDSM chat a very long time ago. Master said he has been a long time paying customer for years and he wanted to set me up with him. I was worried because Jayce really loves rough anal and lots of bondage from what I heard. Although I take big cock in my ass hole; I am not so confident on a big 10 inch black man cock. I told my owner I was nervous and he laughed and threw a huge 14 inch dildo at me and told me to set it up on the fuck machine. I stood there without moving and wide eyed at the size of the toy. 

I was regretting even saying anything because I could tell my owner wasn’t in the mood for back talk or complaints. He stood up and looked at me and said “Bitch I really don’t have time to beat your useless ass into submission; so take the toy out, put it on max speed and lay down while it fuck your ass hole open”. I did not want to make him anymore annoyed so I did what he told me; he sat back stroking his hard cock as he watched my ass hole get used up. It went on for a while until I could not feel my butt hole anymore. He told me to stop, told me to make him cum and than told me I was ready for Jayce and everything he had in store for me!

Extreme fetish phone sex with a mother of three that will do anything to stay alive!

Extreme fetish phone sexExtreme fetish phone sex with a mother of three that will do anything to stay alive! Caught in a border blunder as I try to get my daughters out from the cartel’s hands. My husband sends me a rescuer, but he wants way more than I can give him. Hanging in the Stalls, my pussy lips hanging by weights. Bound and branded, I think my hero is here to take me back home. But I am so wrong, for I will be punished for making my teen sluts into drug mules.  I got my sluts addicted and now they are working the mule barns, while I am taken to a nearby warehouse to be sold to the highest bidder.

My only hope is to stay hidden and pray that my husband can save me. The man buys me and lets me know that he has bought my daughters with the money my husband gave him. But my husband doesn’t want me or the girls back for another year or two. He needs to recoup his losses, and so it has been arranged that the girls go to harems in different countries to make his money.

Extreme fetish phone sex with a mother of three

The Japs want a younger slut to impregnate and use as a geisha in waiting, so my youngest redhead who is just starting to enjoy the hurt of the big Mexican cartel’s cocks is going. I won’t see her for at least a year. And she will be leaving my grandbrat behind. This isn’t normal Rape phone sex fantasies we are talking about.

My oldest is going to Germany where the evil fucks will brand and mutilate her body before sending her home to me. She will never be good for anything other than a house servant now!  I’m scared for her, but I know I have no choice but to let her go. I just hope she survives and comes back in one piece. As for me I am now indebted to The rescuer, and he wants to make sure every one of my holes is destroyed in multiple scenes with lots of donkey dick!