You kidnapped me from a bar last night, you must’ve slipped a drug in my drink because all I remember is drinking a feeling like I needed to get some air. I looked around and I have no fucking clue where I am. I tried to scream for help but there was something in my mouth, I started to cry because there was nothing that I could do. You stepped out of the shadows laughing at me and told me that I was going to be here forever. You told me that you’ve been watching me and that my body is fucking yours. You pulled me up and started ripping all of my fucking clothes off one by one as I cry and beg for you to let me go. You finally got them all off and you tell me your fucking cock is getting so fucking hard listening to be cry and scream. You pull out your cock and know what is gong to happen. You were going to assault my fucking body. You stuck your long fingers in my tight fucking cunt stretching me out before you sucked on them telling me how fucking good my pussy taste. You gave me no warnings and just shoved your huge fucking cock into my tight fucking cunt. It hurts so fucking bad and eventually you cum deep inside of me filling my pussy up. You tell me that I am going to be here forever and that I am going to be your breeding whore.
Tag: Submissive sex
Obsessed with me
I created a site on one of those famous platforms where you can garner fans, and they can subscribe to what you post, and sometimes you may also hear about some nudes and explicit content. At first, I wasn’t going to go down the road of showing my body off, and I gathered quite the audience with only peep shows. One of my adoring fans became super aggressive when I began to post nudes. He was infuriated and said that I ended up disrespecting him as my number one fan. I had to delete my account or post that I am his and delete all the nude photos. At first, I didn’t want to listen to his pleads, but I realized how much money he contributed to me, so I began bargaining with him, let me be, and I wouldn’t post anymore. If I deleted the album, id lose out on so much money.
I didn’t hear from him for days. I thought I could finally be free and breathe. At this point, I didn’t even want his money. It was utterly storming out on a Sunday night, and I was getting ready for bed when I heard someone in my apartment. It was my subscriber. I began to scream to my roommate for help, but I came to the clear answer that she was still not home from work.
My obsessed fan began to corner me and told me I would learn my lesson and give him the submissive sex he deserved. I was trapped and would be his submissive cunt for the night.
Being a Bondage Whore is Painful
I love being a bondage whore. Bondage is much better in real life though than on the phone. That is because I struggle to tie my own knots or get my body contorted into certain positions. Master and I met at a bondage club in NYC in 2000. He loved tying me up. He said I had a body built for ropes. I am well-proportioned. I have big boobs and wide hips. Long arms and long legs. I am not double jointed though. I wish I was because then I could tie myself up or get out of the knots a man leaves me in. Over the weekend, I was playing bondage games with a man I met on Fet Life. He is married like my master to a woman who is no submissive whore. I am not sure why dominant men marry dominant women, but I am happy to be the side piece of beef that he experiments on. Tony brought all kinds of ropes. He practiced simple knots with my hands behind my back. He used a two-column tie in the beginning for a crab tie. Pretty basic. He wanted my arms behind my back in a box tie. That position always hurts my shoulders. With every rope position, he got more creative with his ties, and that meant more pain for me. A pretzel hogtie left me powerless on the floor. For that one, I was naked and exposed. All four of my limbs were pulled behind me with my wrists bound to my ankles in a position that could have left me paralyzed with one false move. I trusted this guy. He was into women like me who enjoy bondage and submission games. Once I was in a more dangerous and painful position, he left me for my son and his friends to find. They came home drunk and saw me naked and bound like a side of beef. They took advantage of the situation. They pissed on me and fucked me, and still left be bound and gagged until this morning. Now I have a dislocated shoulder and rope burns I will have to explain to my master.
I Need More Than Light Bondage!
Light bondage is for white bitches! a chocolate slave like me can handle extreme BDSM and sex that’s so rough its assault. I’m used to being treated like dark fuck meat with holes made for a superior white cock. You always bind me by my tits and twat until they’re bulging through the ropes. I want to be your nigger cum dumpster so bad that I actually enjoy when you demand that I worship your lily-white dick. If my praise doesn’t seem sincere, you punish me however you see fit. You know how much I hate nigger dick so if/when your pretty porch monkey gets out of line you let 6 big black apes fuck me pink hole. I only want your cock in my filthy nigger pussy, master. “Please don’t let those silver backs touch me and force fuck my ass” I beg as they come closer with their swinging cocks. You still let them obliterate my fuck holes with their big ass nigger dicks because that’s what darkie sluts like me are good for. It is my job to figure out what makes master happy so I hope after I get all this nigger juice out my twat I can please you again.