I knew I wanted it… wanted everything I was getting “Are you wearing a condom?” I asked.He tightened his grip on my wrists, remaining all the way inside me and looked up from assaulting on my tits long enough squint his eyes at me and say “Nope. I’m going to shoot my cum deep in you, whore.” I have to admit part of me really wanted it, but I started to struggle. He moved up to look me in the eye, his face hovering centimeters above mine and clamped his hand on my mouth.“Look bitch, you wanted this shit. Now shut the fuck up.” And with that he took a scarf and tied my wrists together tightly and then tied them over my head to my headboard. I didn’t know if I was more scared or more aroused, but I think the fear fed the arousal. I didn’t fight him off at all. I let him tie me up. He moved off me and I kicked at him but missed. I didn’t really want to make him angry. He took my panties the rest of the way off and shoved them in my mouth. I didn’t open my mouth for him but when he pinched my nose shut, I opened my mouth right away. I didn’t even try to hold my breath. He opened my drawers and found a couple of pairs of tights he used to tie my ankles to opposite posts at the foot of my bed. Now I was lying face up, completely naked and spread eagle on my bed with a stranger who was going to really fuck me. “You really are a sexy whore, I’m really glad you were dumb enough to leave your doors unlocked. I can’t believe I’m going to get to fuck a hot piece like you, baby.” He ran his hands over my stomach and up to my breasts, cupping them, pushing them together letting them go, bouncing them up and down. I was powerless to stop him, and even if I hadn’t been tied up and gagged, I don’t think I would have stopped him anyway. He got back into bed next to me and sucked my nipples some more, sucking harder and harder, until I thought he might actually suck them off. The pain was intense but also unbelievably arousing. I became wetter than I can ever remember being before. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. Before too long I felt him on top of me, felt his cock pushing inside my pussy again. “You’re so fucking wet baby. After I fuck you and shoot a few loads up in your wonderful pussy, I wanna fuck your ass; Would you like that baby?” I was more turned on than I had ever been. I felt his cock jerking as it pumped semen into my pussy. I hadn’t cum yet, but I didn’t care. “Oh my god, you’re a good whore baby. You wanna be daddy’s little whore, don’t you baby?” I moaned as I felt his cock get hard inside of me again and nodded. I looked up at him with big innocent eyes and moved my hips up, trying to make him go deeper inside me…
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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…
Submissive Whore Sookie
I awoke dazed and confused, I couldn’t move or see anything and I didn’t know why. I started to scream only to realize the ball gag was blocking my efforts. I couldn’t remember what happened, and I didn’t have time to think before I heard him right next to my ear, “Finally, you’re awake.” I tried to muffle a scream as I felt the smack of a riding crop on my bare tits. “You are mine now, I own you, you will do everything I tell you to or you will bare severe consequence.” He said this with another slap to my tits and a twist to my nipple. As scared as I was I started to feel a warm sensation coming thru my pussy, and I was ashamed that I was turned on by this. He must have noticed me squirming and before I knew it his hand was in my cunt, finger fucking me hard and fast. He was laughing at me, “See you are already such a good submissive slut, say it for me now” he tells me as he removes my ball gag. I try not to moan and repeated what he told me. He knew, he knew that it turned me on being taken advantage of, he knew that I loved being treated like the little whore I know I am. All of a sudden I was being dragged down and hogtied on the edge of what felt like a bed, I still couldn’t see anything. He ordered my to open my mouth and he began violently fucking my mouth, holding my head and forcing his whole cock down my throat. All you could hear was me choking on his cock and him telling me what nasty little whore I am and what a good slut I am for sucking his cock… and you won’t believe what he did next!
BDSM Phone Sex Slut Gets Punished Big Time!
I did not know when he was coming all I knew was he told me it would be really hardcore. I needed to be down to nothing but my panties when he came to pick me up and I was to call him Sir. He was going to be my BDSM phone sex drill Sargent and I was in for a big lesson. For starters, when he came up behind me and wrapped his beg beefy arm around my throat I struggled to breathe. He began telling me that I was a dumb little slut,and he ripped my sunglasses off using my face to break them as he slammed it into the ground too. He knocked me out and as I came to he had me tied to the back of an ATV. I struggled trying to pull against the roped that held me hog tied in place.He pulled me off once we hit his little fuck slut shed. I whimpered. He prepped me as he started to hoist me into place. He tied my arms behind my back, shoulders and tits from rough rope that hung from a beam. Then he began to tie up my legs and ankles till I was left in full suspension. I moaned as he began to torture me while I was stuck in his hardcore bondage trap. He grabbed my hair tight and slapped me across the face throwing it back down again. Clamp were attached to my tits and I was whipped all over my body. As he ended he plowed his cock deep into my ass and used my body for his pleasure. I let out screams as he pinch a clamp to my clit and yanked against it with every thrust. He laughed as he let me know my ass hole was bleeding onto the floor. Leaving me there hanging he left and got onto the ATV. I passed out again, wondering when it would be time for fucking again!
Submissive Whore Figging Training
Submissive whore desires pain and there is nothing I can do about it! Many submissives are also masochist and I like to think I fit in that category. Life as a submissive led me to experience a lot of pain. I learned to accept it as part of being a whore. To really enjoy fucking I must have pain inflicted on me. There are certain men that enjoy hurting women when they fuck. I like to think I find some joy in being hurt. A slap across the face to the floor is what I need!
The more BDMS toys there are the better! Pull me across your lap and expose my bare ass! Take the cane I have handed you and bring it down across my cheeks! I am sure your cock will get hard from the smack and my pussy will start to cum! I especially have learned to like figging!
Master please spread my cheeks and begin to play with my asshole, the warmth of your tongue feels so good!Spread my cheeks and begin to insert the ginger root into my tight little hole. The coldness causes me to gasp out loud. My ass expands painfully to accommodate the ginger. Little by little you work the ginger almost forcing it in! Finally the ginger is inside my tight ass and then you begin to spank me! I feel a warmth spread through me! I am trying hard to take it but the ginger root is painful in my ass. The pain from the spanking and the rising heat from the ginger are too much for me. I start whimpering like a wounded canine. The root has been in my ass for 20 minutes! My legs shake as I try to hold on! Finally you take it out of my ass and ram it into my pussy hole! Spreading my ass cheeks I feel the girth of your cock slam into my ass with such force that the ginger root drives itself harder into my pussy lips! I feel you cum on my ass!
I am always drawn to the dominant powerful men. They know they could easily tear me apart. I’ve been beat up, pushed round and forced fuck! I am so broken Master that you must abuse me! I want to be tied to a bed and whipped! The nuns here have certainly taught me well in a few short weeks and now it is your turn!
Submissive Whore Bernice’s Worst Nightmare
I have always been a submissive whore. I have had many masters over the years, some rather twisted, but I never complained. It is not my place to question what you do to me, only to serve you. Master Ted was an old school BDSM man. He had a fetish for old mental hospital restraints. Strait jackets, crib cages, facial jackets made of leather, and a slew of now illegal restraints. He had a special room that scared me to death. The old medical devices he collected were pretty much torture tools in modern society; archaic devices deemed cruel and illegal in the medicine world. He always threatened me with “the room” if I ever disobeyed him, but I never did.
One night however, he was drunk and feeling extra cruel, so he put me in “the room” for his own amusement. Not to break me. Not to punish me. Just to scare me. Just to get off at my torment. It was about fucking my mind, not breaking my spirit. I was and still am horribly afraid of being trapped in small places. Master Ted tossed me in his chamber of horrors. I was put in a straight jacket, tossed in the Utica Crib, where he bound my legs with old leather restraints and put a Texas Chainsaw Massacre looking facial restraint over my face. The face mask had chains on the inside that pulled my cheeks back forcing my mouth open. It was designed to prevent asylum patients from biting their tongues. But for me, it was meant for torture.
I was left bound, trapped and deprived of light for 48 hours. What I didn’t realize was that Master Ted was sitting in an old wheelchair most of the time with glee beating his cock as he listened to me whimper and cry, and watched me pee and shit myself. When he freed me, I was completely broken. I thought I was broke in before, but I never had been restrained that long in such a small space with no light and my mouth forced open an extended time like that. It was torture. I was dehydrated and confused. It really messed with me psychologically. The worst mind fuck a master has ever implemented on me before or since.
I guess my first mistake was letting that Master know my fears. Now that you know I am scared of being restrained in small dark areas, what would you do to me?
Submissive Slut for Torture Phone Sex
A submissive slut needs to be prepared for anything. I am a slave to the men in my life. I have masters of all sorts. Some like bondage, others are more hardcore S and M guys, and still some are extreme torture sex masters. I have one Master, my boss, who is all three in one. He was never into such extreme games that my life could be at risk until he was surfing the internet for BDSM equipment one day and happened upon an extreme BDSM and torture art site. The images he saw of graphic acts of violence against slaves got him really hard. It also got him really thinking about how much fun it would be to take our play to a darker level. I did not want that, but what choice does a submissive whore have really?
Our BDSM and bondage games had always occurred at the office, so when two men jumped me in my bedroom, I thought it was one of my other masters wanting some rape fantasy play. These goons bound and gagged me, then took me into my living room and tied me to a chair. Not any chair. A clearly medieval looking torture chair. I almost pissed my pretty pink panties. Master came out of the kitchen with some scary looking devices that clearly would leave a mark, maybe even permanent ones. It was right out of the BDSM comics he looked at online.
He had an old fashioned breast ripper and some various vice grips. I was crying I was in so much fear. The one thing looked like it could pull one of my big boobs right off. He started to pinch my nipples with it, drawing blood immediately. I let out a yelp. I knew better than to show any sign of pain. Next thing I knew he grabbed my clit with it and pulled so hard he tore the skin around it. One of his sidekicks started snapping my finger nails off. I’m not sure what hurt more. The nipple and clit torture or losing my finger nails. The nerve endings were exposed and it was unbearable. I couldn’t help but cry. Master smacked me so hard my mouth bled.
He worked my nipples and clit up like never before. I had to seek medical attention. I had to make up some story about a home invasion because I would have been committed had the doctors thought I allowed this to happen to my body. I don’t know what came over Master that day. He has never been that violent towards me again, but I know it lurks within him. I know that at any point in time he could torture me dead. So don’t think that just because I am a bondage gal I can’t deliver a torture phone sex call. Sadly, I have experience in real life torture. Not going to say I like it because it doesn’t matter what I like. It is all about you Sir.