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Erotic Bondage Stories Are A Crucial Part Of Slave Training

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“Kneel, slut. Now.”

 

The command hits me like a physical blow, and I drop instantly. My knees slam into the hardwood floor, my back straight, chest pushed out, and hands clasped firmly behind my ass. This is my default state. I don’t speak unless spoken to, and when I do, every sentence must start and end with the proper acknowledgment of my Master’s status.

 

“Yes, Master. I am ready for my instructions, Master,” I moan, keeping my eyes locked on his boots.

 

He reaches down, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head back so I have to look up at him. “Remind me of the speech rules, Edith.”

 

“I am a mindless, fucking hole, Master. I only speak to praise you or beg for your cock, Master,” I gasp, my breath hitching.

 

He sneers, his thumb pressing hard into my cheek. “And your posture when you aren’t kneeling?”

 

“I must keep my legs parted and my back arched, Master. I am never to close my thighs or hide my pussy from your sight, Master.”

 

He lets go of my hair, letting my head snap forward. “Good. You’re starting to remember. Now, crawl over here and lick the dust off my shoes. Use your tongue, slut. I want to feel every wet swipe.”

 

I don’t hesitate. I drop my chest to the floor, crawling forward on all fours, my tits swinging. I press my face against the leather, my tongue darting out to lap at the soles of his boots. I can smell the street and the scent of his power, and it makes my pussy soak through my thin lace panties. I’m nothing but a tool for his pleasure, and the strictness of it makes me ache

Pissing Phone Sex is all fun and games until your face is glued to my cunt.

Pissing Phone Sex

Pissing Phone Sex is all fun and games until your face is glued to my cunt.

Using that big mouth of yours as my personal toilet. It’s one way to shut you up!

I pull my pants down and straddle your face.

You think it’s going to be some innocent pussy licking until I grab the front of your hair.

I pull your face deeper into me when you feel something warm.

Your mouth starts to fill up and overflow with my steaming hot piss.

Pissing Phone Sex

Drink it all, you little bitch, pulling your hair again.

The only thing you can breathe is me as I put my whole-body weight on your face.

Drink my piss then lick my pussy clean slate.

This is all your pathetic ass is worth, being my little shitter!

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Extreme Bondage Is Just Right For This Submissive Whore!

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Now, I am nothing more than a living, breathing fuckhole. I exist in a state of permanent heat, my holes perpetually open and waiting for the next intrusion. I spend my weekends at the club, stripped bare, my ass held wide open by a spreader bar for any man with a cock to use. I love the sight of the line forming, each man eager to take his turn ruining me.

 

One man slams into my pussy while another drives a thick cock deep into my throat, their rhythms clashing as I whimper in absolute ecstasy. I take them all, my walls gripping and squeezing, my body absorbing every inch of meat they offer. When they cum, they don’t pull out; they fill me to the brim, pumping hot, thick loads of cum deep into my womb and my rectum.

 

I lie there, shaking and drenched in seed, my eyes glazed over in a submissive haze. I don’t want a break; I want the next man. I arch my back, presenting my dripping, gaping holes to the room, a mindless slut who lives only to be filled. I am the perfect tool, a limitless void of pleasure, forever open and forever craving the next hard cock to stretch me wide.

Submissive Whore Gets Slave Training In Extreme Bondage

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I knelt on the cold floor, a submissive whore, my wrists bound tight behind my back, shivering in anticipation. Master didn’t ask, he commanded. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back with a sharp tug that exposed my throat, and then he shoved two thick fingers deep into my mouth. I gagged, my eyes watering as he pushed past my tongue, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. He impaled me with a heavy silicone plug, jamming it into my tight pussy with one brutal, uncompromising thrust.

 

“Do you say no, Edith?” he growled, his palm cracking across my cheek.

 

“No, Master,” I whimpered, my hips instinctively bucking, trying to swallow the plug deeper. He flipped me over, spreading my cheeks wide, and drove a thick glass dildo into my tight ass. I screamed, my body shaking from the sudden stretch, but I pushed back against the intrusion, craving the feeling of being split open. He spent the hour rotating toys, swapping the glass for a vibrating plug and the silicone for a ribbed shaft, drilling me relentlessly. Every time I gasped for air, he shoved his cock into my mouth, pumping deep into my throat until I choked on his cock. I realized then that my only purpose was to be filled; my body was nothing more than a playground for his whims.

Slave training makes me hang from your wall for hours

Slave trainingMy extreme Slave training is every month. It’s kinda like reprogramming for broken cocksleeves like me. Before I even get to sample that thick, mean cock of my Master’s, I’ve already endured hours of agonizing suspension.

My skin’s on fire from the rough ropes, and my muscles are screaming for mercy, but of course, I get none of that. Not. A. Drop. No, sir. While I dangle there, like a marionette with snapped strings, He whips me into shape – literally.

They take turns flailing cruel lashes across my back and ass, forcing me to cry and beg for more. More pain, more abuse, more degradation. That’s what I need to be molded into the perfect, obedient slave.

He demands everything from me, and I give it to him.

Total, unadulterated submission. After the beating he makes me crawl, he makes me worship his dick with my mouth, and then he makes me cum on his powerful cock like the needy Bondage whore I am.

Submissive Sex Slave Training: Human Urinal Day

 

 

submissive sex The final lesson of the day. He stood over me while I lay on the bathroom floor, my jaw locked open, my head tilted back. I was no longer a woman; I was a piece of plumbing.

 

“Time to empty the tank, you disgusting sow,” he mocked.

 

I felt the first hot spray of urine hitting the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, gagging as the salty, warm liquid filled my mouth. He didn’t stop, continuing to piss directly down my gullet, forcing me to swallow in rhythmic gulps just to keep from drowning.

 

“Drink it up,” he sneered, the sound of the stream splashing against my tongue. “This is all you deserve. You’re not a person, Edith. You’re a fucking urinal. A place for me to dump my waste.”

 

He finished with a few final drops, leaving me drenched and smelling of ammonia. As he zipped up, he kicked me lightly in the ribs.

 

“Clean the floor with your tongue, then get back in your kennel. I might decide to use you again tomorrow if you’re a good little toilet.”

 

I stayed there, tasting his piss, completely erased, existing only to serve his every whim.

My pussy is a Cock worshiping tool for Daddy

Cock worshipingCock worshiping whore’s ultimate purpose is to serve, to worship, and satisfy the God-like penis between your legs. You rule over me; I am your doormat you can step on and do what you please.

I want total subjugation of my pussy

Allow me to bow down and worship that towering, hard-as-steel cock until I’m nothing more than a broken, begging slut.

Each day, I eagerly await the command to present myself, wide open and dripping, ready for my master to use me as he sees fit.

Your size almost seems cruel to my tiny cunt. But I know my place and won’t try to stop you fitting it all the way in.

I get a strange euphoria when I am being a submissive slave. It’s like being remade from the inside out, my very being molded to worship the cock that now ruled over me.

I beg for the abuse, to surrender completely to your dominant will. How much pain do you want to inflict on your Bondage whore slave?

Take out all of your frustrations, I deserve every second of pain. When you have destroyed my cunt, go for my ass. Every hole is yours to defile.

Submissive Slut Training Continues With Cock Worshiping

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He sat back in his leather chair, legs spread wide. He didn’t say a word, just flicked his fingers, signaling me to crawl. I slid across the floor on my belly, my bruised ass stinging, until I reached his crotch.

 

“Open wide, bitch,” he commanded.

 

I looked up at his thick, pulsing cock, already leaking a bead of pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking greedily, trying to please him. He groaned, but then suddenly grabbed my hair, shoving his shaft deep into my throat.

 

I gagged, my eyes watering, but he didn’t let up. He used my mouth as a sheath, pumping his hips violently, slamming his cock against the back of my throat.

 

“Suck it, you fucking hole,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You were born to serve this cock. Your only purpose in life is to keep me hard and keep this dick clean.”

 

I focused on the taste of him, the salt and musk, swirling my tongue around the rim while he throttled my neck. He began to speed up, his breath hitching. With one final, brutal thrust that nearly choked me, he erupted. Hot, thick cum flooded my mouth, coating my tongue and throat.

 

“Swallow every drop, slut. Don’t waste a single bit of my seed.”

 

I swallowed hard, licking his cock clean until not a single smear remained.

Prostate Phone Sex With A Sub Slut

Prostate phone sex Master tried Prostate phone sex and now all he wants me to do is play in his tight asshole, he wants large dildos anal beads and butt plugs in his ass constantly, I have been playing in his ass everyday for the last two weeks, I started with my pointer finger during a sloppy wet blowjob, finger fucking his tight hole, searching for his gspot, never taking my mouth off his cock, finding what I was looking for ticking the spot until he blew the biggest cum shot down my throat, from that moment he has been hooked, wanting me to explore his asshole daily each time the toy is bigger and bigger.

Today we are using a huge strap on dildo for the first time, it is about eleven inches long and very girthy, I start with slow deep strokes until his hole gets used to the gigantic cock, picking up speed until I am balls deep in his ass, fucking the shit out of him, I put a vibrator on my clit so I could feel the sensation as I stroke his tight hole, once in the groove I start talking to him, calling him my little slut my sisssy master, telling him to let his clit leak for me. I feel so powerful when I have him bent over, taking my dick. I feel my orgasm building as I tell my slut to cum for me. When his cock starts leaking, I feel myself squirting down my thighs! A submissive slut can dominate her master sometimes.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Men of All Ages Harbor

rape phone sex fantasiesMost men harbor rape phone sex fantasies. That’s why phone sex lines like mine exist. A virtual force fuck may not feel as gratifying, but it keeps you out of jail. I overheard two young guys at the BDSM club talking about how it should be their right to take their wife whenever they want. If they get married, she’s property. It shocked me to hear such young guys talking like that. In my world, mostly older men think like that. Many old school men believe the wife stays at home, cooks and raises the family. But even my master beliefs in safe words and wants my consent.

These two boys appear to be trust fund boys. They come from money. And they’ve never known struggle. They don’t know rock bottom because of their financial net to catch them when they fall. Money gets them out of trouble. I’ve never really known that.

Master asked that I come to the club Friday morning to make sure everything appeared stocked for the party that evening. Two of the newer members, the trust fund boys, waited for the club to open. I figured why not let them in since I would be there for a couple hours stocking the bar and preparing for the party later.

The boys just wanted to smoke a stogie and enjoy some bourbon. So, I let them. That was my mistake. Perhaps they wanted me to hear their conversation. But I acted like I was in my own world. The way they talked reminded me of my father. That scared me. I am submissive whore, but misogynistic men scare me. They do not follow any rules.

Sometimes, It’s Better That Master Does Not Know Everything

After I finished inventory and party prep, I told the boys I needed to close the bar, but they could come back tonight. But they did not want to hear that. They told me that since my master is not around, I should listen to them. That was a mistake on their part. Master would bar them from the club just for that. So, I insisted they leave. But they weren’t going to let a submissive woman or any woman tell them what to do. They came behind the bar and pinned me in a corner.

They started to grope my tits and choke me too. One of them even slapped me repeatedly. My body belongs to my master. And  he wouldn’t accept this behavior. Everybody that’s a member of this BDSM club knows they can only tie me up and spank me. Anything else requires master’s approval. I’m his prized pony. Something that hasn’t happened in a long time happened. They force fucked me..

But I know these boys can get away with murder. Their last name and their money buys them a get out of jail free card every time. I knew if I pushed this master or I could end up dead. So, I just laid there like a rag doll. And two guys not even born yet when I became a submissive sex slave, fucked my ass and my pussy. Left me full of cum. Ligature marks around my neck too. My battered ass and pussy look like raw hamburger meat. Those boys did a number on me. But in their world, I only exist for their pleasure. So, what do you think? Do I exist only for your pleasure too?