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Rape Phone Sex Fantasies, Why Do I love them so?

rape phone sex fantasiesWhy do rape phone sex fantasies make my pussy cream with cum? The thought of a big strong man overpowering me, tying me up, hitting me, getting rough and violent even, makes me want him even more.  Being a helpless little slut where I have no control and just have to take getting pounded in the pussy. At the mercy of that big fat cock and whatever it wants, my pussy, my mouth and my ass are here to make it happen.

The more I fight back, the harder his cock becomes.  If I scream, he gags me with a ball gag.  Maybe even blindfolding me so I can’t see his face while he takes that hard cock and slaps it in my helpless little face.  I wiggle and squirm, nothing even remotely helps me break free from the grip of this man. He’s fully taking advantage of my holes.  There is no consent, there is only complying with this man who wants his big juicy dick satisfied by my slut holes.

It shouldn’t feel so good for something so wrong to feel so indredibly amazing. I shouldn’t crave that head of his cock entering me for the first time as I try my best to fight it off. But I am just a submissive whore and he knows it.  He doesn’t care what I want, in fact if I fight him, he’s more likely to cum faster as the resistance drives him crazy causing his cock to throb over and over.

Why do I get so turned on by something so naughty and wrong?  Why do I dream about it at night?  Who wants to help play out my fantasy as a huge submissive slut with me. Have your way with my slut holes on our next call, purty please!!

Submissive sex, I will be your sex slave if you so wish.

Submissive sex, I will be your sex slave if you so wish. Chain me up. Take a whip to my behind. Promise I will like it. Quickly I will be begging you to do so much more to me. Look at my pussy. My pussy is getting wet already. In a word I want to squirt all over you. 

That is to say if you are willing to give me permission to squirt all over you. I will do it before of any number of people. In a word I am yours. Your submissive. Your slave. In fact, I am whatever you want me to be. 

By all means, make me beg on my knees. Chain me up. Tie me down. Fuck me hard, fast, and lastly make it rough. I am your submissive whore. Abuse me. 

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Submissive Slut Tied Up and Used

Soft bondageWhy do you want to punish a girl like me for? Oh, you have some plans for me that require me to keep my hands away from my pussy. Rubbing my clit feels too good to stop, so you take my wrists, bring them above my head and tie them with a soft ribbon. Then, you turn me around and start fucking the shit out of my ass. My arms are indisposed, so I couldn’t use them for balance. I had to rely on you and your generosity. You used me like a fuck toy, turning me around and pushing me into different positions. You own my body, not I. I should not ever be seeking my own pleasure until I get permission from you to do so. I need to be a good slut for you even if it means I can never rub my clit again. Please, fuck me harder. I want to be your cock whore. I want to cream on that big cock!

Erotic submissive stories teach me.

Erotic submissive stories teach me. I would like to tell you about how I became a submissive. Everyone starts someplace and I was stuck. Unhappy, felt like the same thing was happening everyday and I knew what that was. Nothing. I was in a rut. 

                Meeting the man who would awaken the hardcore bondage whore I am now. Went looking for something not sure what when a friend asked me to go with to club. I was given a mask when we entered. I liked the feel of the satin on my face. The enigma of it all. Settling in to enjoy a night of new experiences my eyes wondered the room. Alighting on women and men in varies stages of dishabille. Then I saw her… a woman sitting at the feet of a man. She wore two stars on her nipples, her pussy was covered by a small black triangle, and nothing covered her ass. Her only other adornment was a collar with a small chain leash.Erotic submissive stories                I was wet and shocked. She didn’t look sad. She looked happy as she gazed at the man. I watched them and he looked up and saw me. Leaning forward he spoke to her before standing and walking to me, she followed until they reached me and took the chain off. Whispered something to her and she smiled, walking away.

                We chatted at the bar, getting to know each other. Donny’s hazel eyes held me captivated. I sat at his feet as he read to me. Soothed by his voice, wanting more. I asked for more. A private room. Silk scarfs tied to the bed post. A scarf to cover my eyes making me experience everything by touch alone. It was slow and sweet. The best sex I had in my life. The soft bondage had me wanting more. I had started and I needed so much more.

Submissive whore gets caught masturbating without permission

Submissive whore My waxed pussy has welts all over it from daddies leather belt.. I was caught rubbing my hairless slit while daddy was supposed to be at work… an overwhelming unbearable feeling took over me as I polished his leather belts waiting for him to get home.. I had a flashback of the day that daddy whipped my ass after a shower because I had not dried my feet before walking on the carpet. This is only part of Slave training and for that I am thankful.. I am not complaining or seeking attention…. I normally give him a call before I even think twice about masturbating’ without his approval.. But this day something had taken over me.. My body heated up and my pussy tingled.. I tried to just tease by continuing to polish slightly, rubbing the cold buckle on my bare slit… The cold only stood the hairs on my body and stiffened my nipples..

I swapped ends.. and just slipped about 4 inches of the other end of the leather belt into my pussy… grinding back and forth slightly while wiping my cunt juices off the buckle end.. uhh but I couldn’t help it the thought of the Soft bondage and knowing every wack is daddies way of showing his love for me; sent me over the edge.. Light swirls lead to me thrusting deeper and deeper into my cunt.. I swallowed daddys entire belt inside my pussy.. while choking myself with another.. Daddy walked in and caught me. I knew in that instance I was screwed.. the sight of him standing there, made me orgasm unintentionally.. Which only made matters worse! Daddy didn’t understand how seeing him there upset and  being caught in action could even be slightly enjoyable.. It was the rush, knowing I was going to be right back in that same position that made me hot! first he whipped my ass and after he blew his load he punished me… My ass and wet pussy stung as daddy whipped me for hours while jerking his cock and reminding me what happens to a disobedient Submissive whore! 

Wearing my leash at the park was fun

Light bondageLight bondage is what me and Master Daddy enjoy, but today we decided to take a walk in the park.  Master Daddy is slave training me so I had my cute pink collar and leash on today. As I strutted along next to my master he gave me instructions to take my shirt off and expose my chocolate tits to joggers nearby. I did as I was told knowing that Submissive sex would follow as my reward for such whorish behavior. I truly love the looks we get when Master Daddy and I play in public places, I get so turned on he has to remind me not to go to far. I couldn’t care less who sees me submit to Master Daddy, I am his eternal sex slave.

 

 

Soft bondage gets me over the edge just like any hard dick

Soft bondageStrapped down with a brush slipping over my tits and teasing me until I’m a discomforted mess, I knew I couldn’t ask for anything different than soft bondage. I risk everything every day, and every dangerous moment or breath I give to someone else makes it all feel worth it. I take great bliss in the uncomfortable, in being teased and used. I feel amazing when I can barely breathe and my every nerve is singing at me. I need to be used and somehow this guy knew exactly what he had to do to get me down on the table with straps tied up all over me. My legs spread, my juices leaking onto the table with every tease, my naked body the showpiece for him and his friends. He’s got others staring at me, using me, appeasing their own whims while pushing me past boundaries I didn’t know I had. Too bad those boundaries will be gone by the time they’re done using their submissive whore, just a memory of a stuck-up girl I didn’t know I was. I’m always pushing further, growing more into myself and becoming kinkier. Every day is another step into a taboo-less valley of urges and desires met at every turn. I’m grateful for the experience, even if every touch and tease and abuse brings me just a little further from my husband. I used to be such a nice and cute girl, a wallflower without the slightest idea what this kind of world was like. Maybe that’s why I got addicted so fast, why my urges exploded and the next thing I knew my pussy was my main attraction and my pretty fast was no longer important. Fuck, I need this, I need to be treated like the whore I really am. It makes me feel so real and in the moment to be tortured, even if just a little. I can’t get anything like this with my normal husband, even if I wish he’d change his ways and realize what a submissive slut like me needs.

Dad Uses BDSM to Dominate Daughter

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I like hardcore fucking in soft, fluffy handcuffs. I don’t care what is done to me as long as I have those handcuffs on me. The first person who fucked me like this was my father. He was a kinky motherfucker who loved to make me his bitch. Since I was a teen, he got me hooked on BDSM and worshiping him as my Master. He fucked me into submission every night, putting me in these fluffy, pink handcuffs that he got from the sex store. He whipped me, choked me and even tried to waterboard me with his piss. It got to the point that he could control me at any time. I didn’t even try to tell my Mom about what we were doing (not that she would be able to believe her daughter could be such a nasty whore). When he wanted me, he could get me with the snap of his finger, putting me in those pink handcuffs that I always loved.

Soft bondage Is enough

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Soft bondage is enough to keep a good whore like me in line. Soft bondage includes ropes, scarves, and many other toys that keep me restrained but somewhat mobile. Being able to break free or to wiggle out of a set of ties, puts more work on a submissive. She must be careful not to anger her top or worse yet, disappoint her Master and Mistress. Very much a dutiful slave and always wanting to be the best, I will keep my pace and be restrained with as little effort on you as possible. Matter of fact. I have something right here to lace my breasts, legs, and a hand or two for you while you take complete bodily control and make me into a mindless fuck doll at your mercy and whim. A quick wrist tie with my own panties is enough to let me know who is in charge. And of course, I know that bondage is more for myself than my master, although I look sexy good with a gag in my mouth and my hands laced up behind my back. And as always, Your wish is my command. 

Submissive Whore Valentine’s Day in the Bondage Club

submissive whoreI had a submissive whore Valentine’s Day. Maybe not the traditional celebration for the most romantic day of the year, but I am accustomed to that. I have never had a romantic Valentine’s Day. This was the most romantic one ever because my master brought me flowers, wine and candy before he took me to the sex club. I was no stranger at this sex club. Master took me last month and I was the bell of the bondage club. I showed up all the 20 and 30 something slaves. Master was the oldest master in the place, but he had the prized pony, so he was sort of the bell of the ball too. He loved being high fived and congratulated on having such a good bondage whore. Other masters were in the club with their slaves for Valentine’s Day too. I wore some sexy black and white lingerie with red heart accents. I was ready to show up the competition again. The club was packed. More packed than last time, but we were still the oldest slave and master in the place. New faces. I was not sure if any of the guys were there before. No one looked familiar. I got a few disses though for being old. I wanted to show up those younger slaves more than ever. I was the first up on the stage. We began simple. Started with a frog tie and a shrimp tie. He worked himself up to the more complicated bondage techniques like Shinju and Strappado. Master’s new meds make him tie me up in more complicated and contorted poses now. Good for him, but bad for me. I am sore as fuck today from a chain strappado position that won for best bondage position. I was happy that Master won again. It made me feel special and him feel great. Bondage and submission are my life. I did not want to be tied up for Valentine’s Day, but not like I had a choice. If master feels good, I feel good too. So, I guess a happy master, means a happy slave and a sore one.