Master had spoiled me letting me get a taste of control the last couple of times we played. But I quickly learned that was short lived. No way in hell he was going to let me get used to that. But I have to say it was fun while it lasted. Tonight he stripped me of my freedom completely yet again. Placing me on my stomach and bounding me with some new thick rope he bought. I guess he wanted to make a statement or making sure that I knew I was meant to be his submissive slut. And he was going to make sure I stayed that way. He bound me up tighter than he ever has before. The rope was beginning to burn my skin as I wiggled around. Trying to get as comfortable as possible. I guess I was being to vocal for his liking this time around so he shoved a gag in my mouth. I heard him moving one of the fuck machines around. He positioned it just right, lined up to fuck my cunt. I knew if I was to resistant I would get it in my ass too. So I held still as he fucked my pussy with this metal fuck rod on this highest setting.
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A New Present For His Submissive Whore
Today my master surprised me with a beautiful new restraint . I love when he gives me presents that he will benefit from more than myself. It’s almost as if it is me giving him the gift. Being the submissive whore that I am I love to give and to please. I was eager to try it on for him. So I strapped myself up with his assistance. Of course it did not end there. He stretched my hands up over my head and then bent them behind my back. I knew exactly what was coming next as he started to bound my wrists together then securing them to the wall behind me. Then he placed me on my knees and unzipped his pants. Out came his cock, smacking me in the face. Open wide he demanded and like the good little slut that I am stretched my mouth open as wide as it could go and he began skull fucking me deep and hard. Gagging me with his meat until he shot his load all over my face. He just stood there admiring his little whore and told me how beautiful I looked with his nut dripping off my face all tied up and helpless.
Submissive Whore Bo Serving the President
As a Submissive whore my lifestyle is a little on the complicated side with being a MILF and professional. With it being President’s Day I managed to sneak in a session with one of my favorite Masters. We decided to do our own little salute to the President, as my Master is a built black man and we often play switch up on History.
My Black Master gets so hard treating me like a white whore slave. So, it only goes without saying that playing President to this white whore slave made his black cock so fucking hard. I absolutely LOVE how my Black Master Fucks me after he’s whipped and tortured me.
The way we play gets my cunt sopping wet in anticipation of my reward. I take his torture and slow sensual torment knowing that as long as I am a good whore I will get his big black cock in my sweet white girl pussy. He makes me beg for his BBC and I willingly comply.
Bondage Phone Sex Whore for Anal Extreme Bondage Fun
I like bondage phone sex games. When I first got into bondage it was pretty vanilla. I’d be bound and gagged, sometimes blindfolded for what I considered to be more psychological games. Think 9 1/2 Weeks. Maybe there would be some spanking or breast play. So when an old friend I met at a bondage club in the late 80s found me on Facebook and wanted to hook up, I assumed we would have some old fashioned bondage fun. I guess I am a dumb whore for assuming his kinks haven’t intensified over the years.
I let him restrain me. I was there on my living room floor, helpless like I was 2 decades ago. When he dragged me by my bound feet and started kicking me in the pussy, I knew he had evolved into a hardcore extreme bondage kind of guy. I just prayed snuff was not his thing. He ripped my panties off, forced me on all fours and inserted an anal hook in my ass. If he had just placed the hook in my ass, I would have been okay. I like ass play. I have always been an anal whore. What he did was torture. He dragged me around my house by the anal hook. It was in me so deep, I thought my ass would prolapse. He had me oink like a pig as he pissed all over the floor dragging me around like a red headed mop.
He even lifted me up in the air by the hook to force me to suck his cock. As I trembled and grimaced in pain, he pissed down my throat. His strength scared me, yet turned me on too. He was a different man now. Meaner, more dominate. By the time he was done using me as his anal rag doll, my ass was gaping open and pretty battered. I’m sitting on an ice pack as I tell my tale hoping someone will give my ass a bit of the hair of the dog that bit it. I am a glutton for punishment.