
Having a hardcore bondage slut for a mother must be very unique. I know a lot of bonded sluts who don’t let anyone know what they do in their private time. I personally know how it is so arousing for a young teen like my son. He is always hard when he gets to see Mommy toed up and Daddy punishing her. My son is allowed to insect my body anytime he wants to at my husband’s permission. I feel like I’m losing my own soul by having my boy take control of me in this way. Just today as I was showering and getting ready to take my daily bare bottom spankings from my master, my son decided it was time for him to play. I had barely begun to bathe when he busted into the bathroom swinging some nylon rope. “Mommy dearest whore, look what I found!” he snickered and lunged at me. I tried to beg him to not do this right now. Master would punish me severely for being late to my daily maintenance spankings. No matter my own son is the one impeding mommy. I was forced to be tied and had my panties stuffed in my mouth while my son slapped my face and forced me to jerk him off behind my back. His young dick is nice and big like his father’s, I wanted to suck it and begged behind the gag. And that is when my master talked in ad began screaming at me that I was a filthy fucking mommy whore. My husband and son double penetrated me as they whipped my ass and body hard with the ropes that had bound me.
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Soft bondage gets me over the edge just like any hard dick
Strapped 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.
Dungeon call
I went down for some secret meeting. As a submissive slut I am taught by my master anything can transpire. Down to the dungeon, I went. Every time I have to go there, I am always expecting the worst sometimes it’s bad, sometimes it’s terrible other times it’s a surprise that’s not too bad. After being beaten to a bloody pulp all weekend, I dreaded what it could be. The first rule of the torture chamber is don’t complain. It doesn’t matter if you’re bleeding profusely and you’ve been beaten for hours if you complain or let it be known how unhappy you are, you will be tortured even more. all he wanted was an excellent deep blow job. The kind of Bj that will put him in the best mood ever. Immediately I went on my knees and began to worship Him and deepthroat him. As a thank you he pissed all over my face and gave me a nice slap to the face.
Hurt me with your slave training
“Ow! Oh fuck!” The slap of my titties bouncing against each-other after his palm landed firmly to the side was enough to scramble my expression and wet my loins for his effective slave training. I’m a glutton for a little agony every once in a while, and that means when a man gets in his head that I’m a toy to be played with I respect him more if he’s willing to hurt me. I cried out his name, I cried a little in general, and my titties shined a little red. My breaths were heavy, while I moaned and twitched. He had created a rhythm for me, one that had my body in sync with my heart beat. “Harder~” I gasped, begging him to give me all of his passion in a way that I couldn’t ever forget. “Make me bleed.” A lot of men are into a woman who knows her place, I’m one of them, and I get a lot of appreciation. There’s nothing better than a woman that you can smack, hit, abuse and torture, who’ll beg for more with a teary smile and a dripping cunt. “Cum.” I heard him order, and I couldn’t stop myself from giving in and giving him the treat he requested.

















