I’m a curious submissive whore, and right now I am curious about Masters intentions. I sit here awaiting my Master with the cuffs and ball gag he has gifted me. I’m super curious what kind of kinky game my Master has for me. Since I am stuck alone and will be subjected to his orders via the phone it’s always intriguing what my Masters bring my way. I was emailed a giftcard and instructions on what to order, and as I always do I followed Masters orders to the tee. So now I shall see Today just what is in store for me. I have the bowl of ice cubes in the freezer as well. The most intriguing part is not knowing how this will play out if I am wearing a ball gag. But I always do what Master Jay wants me to do. I also have the leather paddle, nipple clamps and bengay.
Tag: sexy bondage
I Secretly Enjoy My Punishments
I knew I was in trouble. He had caught me playing with my pussy. My pussy belongs to him and I am to ask permission to touch it. I had snuck and watched porn on my phone, and I was so horny that my hands crept down my panties and rubbed my wet bald clit to climax. I apologized to him and told him it would never happen again but that wasn’t good enough he said. He told me not to plan anything this weekend because I would be busy making amends for my wrong. I never tell him, but I secretly enjoy his punishments. Just thinking about the dirty naughty things, he is going to do to me makes my pussy so wet. When I got home Friday there was a note on the bed telling me to strip down and lay on my stomach. I did as I was told and waited. I heard him walk down the hall and then felt a hard smack on my ass from the straps. He then bound my arms and legs together and left me. I was starting to get cramps from the position, but I would not complain. I had touched his pussy and now I must be punished. Soon the bedroom door opened and as I looked back a long line had formed. He told me I must take each dick wherever they wanted to put it and never complain or cry in pain. My pussy was soaking wet and I was so horny that I climaxed as the first of many dicks was rammed in my pussy. I took them in my mouth, my ass and my pussy that night. Sometimes more than one hole at the same time. When they were done, I was filled with cum and some of it was mine. I never complained once, I enjoyed it.
Punishment for Playing with my Pussy
I was bad again. My Master had caught me playing with my pussy in the bathtub. I knew he had installed cameras throughout the house to watch me, but I didn’t know he had one in the shower. I had even closed the shower curtain to avoid any camera’s in the bathroom. So, when my phone dinged and a video of me pleasuring myself appeared on my phone with instructions to meet him at 7:00pm, I knew I was in trouble. I did as tell and showed up early, undressed, wearing only heels and a collar and knelt waiting for him to arrive. When he walked in the door, he said not a word to me, just grabbed me by the collar and drug me to the basement. He still didn’t speak to me as he sat me down on the fucking machine and strapped me in and handed me the wand. He even applied electric nodules to my pussy so that he could shock me whenever he wanted. He then positioned the fucking machine deep inside me. He put it on high and turned it on so that it was continually ramming my wet bald pussy. He turned the wand on high and positioned it on my clit, grasping my hands to hold it in place. He then stood back to watch me have forced orgasm after forced orgasm, knowing how painful they would become. As tears ran down my cheeks and my pussy hurt from the fucking machine and the electric shocks, my Master laughed. He made me continue for what seemed hours before he finally turned off the machines, lifted me up and bent me over ramming his dick deep inside my raw pussy, fucking me hard until he shot his warm load deep inside me. He them pushed me to my knees to clean his cock. He dressed and left without saying a word to me.
Home Invasion Tied and Tortured
He was inquiring about a bondage chat session. We were at a little scene party and I was being very docile and shy as my Master that took me there loved me to be. I pleasantly told him he’s going to need to talk to Master about such a thing. I think it upset him terribly. He was able to follow us when we left the party, and found where I lived. He would message me on FB through the group and try threatening me about knowing where I lived and that I really should just give him a date. It was getting annoying that he wouldn’t leave me alone and I never realized he really did know where I lived. He never proved it… well not until the other night. I was asleep and he managed to find the spare key and knew my family was away. He found me in my bed. I was gagged and blindfolded quickly, but I knew him by the way he smelled and breathed. He was very forceful with me and called me a fucking little slut before he slapped my face. He tied my wrists and ankles. I was bound completely and stripped of my nighty and panties. He said now that I was tied up and all his we could have that session he’s been bugging me about. I whimpered as he started to put clamps on my nipples and take the riders crop to them. I tried to squirm but he was too good in his knots. I knew he was going to do bad things to me now.
Bondage Whore Bernice
When you are a bondage whore, life can be unpredictable. I go to fetish clubs often. Master doesn’t mind because fetish clubs are rarely about fucking and I maintain my submissive nature. I just went home with the wrong man. Story of my life. It has happened before and will happen again. Harry was a dominant master. He is looking for a new sub. His last one moved for work. I have seen him at this bondage club often. He was always with a pretty blonde. When I saw him alone last night, I put myself in his eyesight. I wanted him to tie me up. I knew he was a rope expert. We got a room. He was not a big talker, but he did bind me like a parcel package. I felt like a contortionist. He had me in some unnatural positions. When the club closed, he suggested we go to his place. He knew I was owned, and we could not fuck. He didn’t want to fuck me. I was too old for his tastes. He likes a young submissive whore, but he had no problem perfecting his already excellent bondage skills with me. He tied me up so securely, I couldn’t move without fear of breaking a bone. He excused himself to use the bathroom and never came back until the next morning. He left me tied up tightly on a guest bed while he slept. I pissed the bed. I was dying of thirst and I was cold. When he came back the next morning, he had to cut the ropes because even he could not undo the knots. I had rope burns on my wrists and my ankles. I could barely walk when I left. He gave me his card and suggested we do it again. I took his card, but in my head, I was saying hell no as I ran out his door.
Submissive slut
“Suck it like a good whore! Mommy loves being my submissive slut, doesn’t she?!” he growled into my ear as he tightened his grasp on my hair and pulled my head back to bring me face to face with him. I nodded and stared at my sexy young son, commanding me to suck his cock. He shoved my face down to his cock and forced it into my mouth. Using a handful of my hair he pushed me all the way down, ramming his hard cock in my throat until he spurted his hot cum all in my mouth. I have been completely submissive to him for a few years now. He loves knowing that he owns my juicy Mommy cunt and he can do whatever he wants with it. Sometimes he like to tie me up and force fuck my throat. Other times he watches as his friends run a train on me and fill me with their hot loads of cum as he strokes his cock from across the room. We have a special relationship that started a long time ago. I love being his personal whore. I do whatever he tells me to and he loves degrading me and making me his bitch. I will always be ready to take loads of cum from my sons firm young cock.
Submissive Little Cock Worshiper
Do you want me down on my knees for you, Sir? I will stay there all day just waiting for you to decide that you are ready to throat fuck me. I know you love it when your submissive slut is down on her knees and ready to take your cock all the way down. You love it when I gag, don’t you? Master, nothing pleases me more than making your cock happy with my throat. I love gagging and having you tell me that I better stop with the fucking gagging and just suck your cock like a good slut is supposed to.
If I gag too much, I know that you won’t reward me with your load of cum in my mouth. You’ll spray it all over my face instead and you might even aim for my eye because you know it hurts. But I know that if you do that, it’s only because I’ve done something to deserve the pain. My Master wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, but sometimes I’m a dumb bitch and I mess things up. Are you ready to see what happens today when you call me, Master? I’ll be here and I will be ready for you.
Hot Day at the Beach
The day I met Jack, I was sunning myself at an isolated beach. I was completely naked, as I had never seen anyone else venture to visit my lovely secret location. I was on my back and suddenly, a shadow was cooling my skin. Opening my eyes to see if it had become cloudy, I saw him.
I could not see his face. But, I could see that he was also naked. He said, “Hey. What are you doing on my beach?” I said, “Hey. I think it’s my beach.”
He stood above me, moving his legs to either side of me. He went down on his knees, and I felt his clearly hardening cock brush along my stomach. His movements were so fluid, they seemed almost dreamy and, for some reason, I was not alarmed.
He told me not to move. I obeyed.
He told me not to speak. I obeyed.
He ran his fingers all around my breasts, and then pinched my tingling, rock hard nipples. A moan escaped my mouth and he said, “Hush.”
He slid his body back, guiding his lovely cock into my already wet pussy.
He slammed it in deep and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. It only took a few slams before I felt his hot come begin to flow. He pulled his dick out and climbed up to my shoulders, saying, “Lick me clean.” I obeyed.
Then he stood up and walked away without a word.
He wore a large tattoo on his shoulders that said,
“Captain Jack.”
I don’t know if that’s his name but that’s what I’m calling him.
I sure hope I see him again.