Outside of the bar, you blindfolded me, tied my hands behind my back and put a belt around my ankles. You lifted me and put me in the trunk of your car. I rode in the truck for what seemed like an hour. You took me out of the car and pushed me into a small barn. You tied me up to the barn poles, arms outstretched. You took my blindfold off. Ten of your friends were waiting for us. I was so excited when I realized this was the gang-bang I had asked for. They each took a turn at me one after another, fucking me in every hole, sometimes three at a time. Penetrating me in my pussy, another in my asshole and one in my mouth. They couldn’t get enough of me. A couple of them took more than one run at me. It lasted for hours and I couldn’t get enough. Thank you baby for my birthday surprise.
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Submissive Sex with My Son
Submissive sex is the only sex I have as a whore. I am the bottom, always. My son was in a foul mood this weekend. He shows signs of his daddy more and more everyday. But this weekend, the mean son of a bitch came out. I found out he has been selling weed for money. I confronted him. My Master and my boss, the reason we have a roof over our heads, is a lawyer. If my son got busted, I would lose my job. Master would cut ties with me, cut me off financially. I laid into him about what he was jeopardizing. He smacked me. Made it clear he didn’t give a rat’s ass about me. He is 18. He doesn’t need me or our house. I tried to reason with him some more and he punched me in the face so hard, I passed out. I woke up naked, chained to the bed with my son force fucking my ass. He had his hands around my throat choking me too. I was clearly his bitch. My son let me know he didn’t care what I did at work, but when I was home, under his roof, I would answer to him only. He sounded just like his father 20 years ago. My son doesn’t really know his dad, but with every hard thrust in my ass, he made it clear that he was his father’s son. He fucked me for a few hours. I’d pass out from his hands choking me, then wake back up being fucked like a rag doll. He came finally, but left me there chained to the bed, bloody, bruised and battered. Covered in cum too. I guess I have two masters now. Maybe I need a third master. Think you are up for the job?
Bondage Whore Gets Passed Up for Her Teen Daughter
I’m such a bondage whore. I hooked up with a guy this weekend I met at a bondage club. My ex husband had my daughter for the weekend, so I thought we had the place to ourselves. We did, until she came home unexpectedly. I tried to cut my weekend short with my special friend, but he tied me up in front of her so he could enjoy her teen pussy without interference from mommy dearest. I tried to get him to stop, but I was bound and gagged. He said, “Why would I waste my time on an old bitch, when I can have a tight young thing?” I knew he was right. I should have been upset for my daughter; for what he was going to do to her. I was upset for me. I wanted to play with him. I had a weekend planned around bondage and submission games, but once my hot teen slut daughter came home, it was all about her. I tried to convince him that he would have more fun with me because I was a willing submissive. “I like them not willing” he smirked. I was forced to watch him tie up my daughter and force fuck her tiny holes. She cried out for me to help her, but I couldn’t. I watched as he tied her then put a spreader bar between her legs to keep them open. He fucked her bald cunt and her virgin ass. I know I should have been concerned her, but I was too green with envy. I should have been the one getting abused. He knew I was jealous too. After he was done coming in her holes, he pissed on me saying, “I didn’t forget about the old bitch.” He left me tied up. I asked my daughter to untie me, but she spit in my face and left me tied up for the weekend. It wasn’t until my son came home from his camping trip that I got released.
Crime and Punishment
Sometimes I can be an insolent bondage whore. Then again I don’t know anyone who doesn’t get a crabby bug up their ass once in a while. I know some of the most submissive women and men you could ever meet, and every so often I hear stories of the punishment that came with a crabby attitude. Last week, I got myself a little taste.
*Masturbation* isn’t all that big of a deal for most, but for a submissive with rules that you are not allowed to without permission, makes it a big deal. My Master knows that most types of punishment actually turn me on, but he does know what I don’t like. As simplistic as it is, I do not like being cold. I grew up in a very cold part of the country, and I live in continuously warm weather for that reason.
Master had been gone for a few weeks and I was lonely and horny, so I invited my bestie over for dinner and watch a flick. We ended up having a few too many glasses of wine and we ended up licking each other’s pussy until we both had a few orgasms. It was a night that I really needed with a companion and cumming. Master came home about 12 days later and when I picked him up at the airport he didn’t say much on the way back. I parked the car and all he said was for me to go to the basement and wait.
I made a straight line to the basement and he followed shortly after. He cuffed my wrists behind my back, left my t-shirt on and cut my panties off. I watched him walk to the washing machine, take the cold water hose off of it and turn the water on. I know from washing clothes that the water gets incredibly cold. He puts a nozzle on the end of it and starts to spray me down from head to toe. I am screaming from the cold, cold water while he tells me to tell him what I have been doing lately. I had totally forgotten by this time, the encounter I had with my bestie. “Have you cum while I was gone without permission whore?” he said. My mouth dropped open suddenly remembering the night and shit… the webcams. He continued spraying the freezing water all over me, but he abruptly put the hose down and picked up a flogger and began lashing my tits. I tried to make “pain” noises but it was hard to hide that I was enjoying his attention. After a while, he put his hands on his sides and told me I was a useless pain whore. Well, yeah… I usually enjoy it. I didn’t say that but I am sure he could tell what I was thinking. He frowned and took the cuffs off and told me to prepare his dinner. “Yes Sir,” I said with a bit of a grin. Maybe I got away with this one?
Cock Worshiping Takes Style, Skill, and Training
I personally believe that cock worshiping takes style, skill, and training. Blowjobs are a pretty standard event in this type of situation but there are a lot more details someone might miss if not properly trained. There is one little secret I have when it comes to blowjobs. As a Master maybe you don’t see that me worshiping your cock is my way of being in control to a certain extent. I can set the pace; I can get you close and stop or change positions. I can get your cock aching so badly you can see the veins pulsing and your balls tight to your body needing to cum. The ultimate in cock worship and I love to do it. Lying next to you, playing with you stroking you is all fun too, but nothing beats the taste of your precum in my mouth and your groans and heavy breathing in my ear. That’s what I call the perfect dinner with music.