I woke up hogtied with a ball gag in my mouth. No amount of struggling seemed to loosen the ropes. I looked around at my surroundings, but I didn’t recognize anything. I had no clue where I was or who had taken me. I didn’t even know if anyone knew I had been taken! The bedroom door opened and the man who had abducted me walked in. He stared at me with hungry eyes and a crazy smile. Holding a video camera and tripod, he set it up in the corner of the room. My shirt was then pulled up so he could squeeze my perky tit. He started out massaging it, but his grip gradually became firmer until he was squeezing it so hard, I thought my boob would pop! Twisting my nipple, he smiled at my pain. I groaned in agony as he twisted harder and harder. He spanked me repeatedly until my ass felt like it was on fire. After what seemed like an eternity of torture, he said if I didn’t scream or run, and that I agreed to love him, he would untie me so I could be his good whore. I shook my head, unable to say anything with the gag still in my mouth. As promised, my restraints and ball gag were removed. Now, he said, as long as I behave and love him, I could stay loose. I let him use my body for his pleasure. I was his perfect little whore, bending into any position he desired. He fucked me until I was too sore to sit up straight and I was oozing cum from every hole. He was my owner now.
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MILF Phone Sex Domination
MILF phone sex sluts make great submissives for younger guys. I don’t know why, but I am consumed with thoughts of my next master being half my age. Honestly, I would like my son to take over as my full-time Master. Have you ever had thoughts about dominating a mature woman, maybe even your own mother? It’s extra taboo, right? My son has the mean streak his daddy did, it is just not his dominant personality. I guess my son is a switch. I have been working to make him a dominant son permanently. I know how to trigger his rage. I did it this weekend. I embarrassed him in front of a girl he had over. As soon as she left, he came at me in a fit of rage, which made my cunt wet. He pinned me against the wall with his bare hand around my throat. He had rage filled eyes as he ripped off my blouse. He started smacking my tits with his bare hand. I tried to act scared and apologetic, but this was exactly what I wanted. After he bruised up my tits, he bruised up my ass. He has fucked me a few times, all out of rage. This time, I got a hardcore anal fucking along with some strangulation. He wrapped his belt around my neck as he slammed in and out of his mother’s ass. He used his belt as a reign, pulling me back into his cock. He enjoyed hearing me choke, so he pulled the belt tighter. I almost passed out. When he came in my ass, he seemed to lose some of his rage. I think he was hoping to score with the young girl he had over, but I ruined it and she left. I just need to keep him sexually frustrated.
Bondage Whore Bernie Needs Punished
Bondage whore Bernie is my name on Tinder, FetLife and a few other fetish sites. I can’t help it. I love bondage. Do you remember those old silent short films with the woman in peril tied to a train track? I masturbated to those images as a wee girl. I wanted tied up then rescued. As I grew up, I wanted tied up and abused. Something about being vulnerable and helpless and at your mercy makes my cunt wet. I’m trusting a stranger or a master not to kill me. Not to permanently hurt me. My master, my boss, ties me up to my office chair often. Yesterday, he was feeling mean. It happens, but not often. Normally, we have more of a sensual master slave relationship. Hardcore bondage and nipple torture made his dick hard. He tied the ropes so hard, my wrists bled. He ripped my shirt open, exposing my DD breasts. He slapped my tits so hard they started to turn colors immediately. He started sucking on my right tit. It felt amazing, until he bit so hard on the nipple it tore. I was bleeding down my breast. He grabbed my jaw, spit my blood and flesh in my face and said, “Did you think I would not know about your little online endeavors, bitch.” He was not happy I was moonlighting. I was being punished; not for cheating, but for not asking permission to be on those sites. Master owns me. I know I am his property, no better than the office chair I was strapped to. He spent the rest of the day punishing me for my violation of our master servant relationship. He sodomized my ass with the stapler, along with other office supplies. Lesson learned the hard way. At his age, I didn’t know he still had all that in him.
Bratty Girl Gets Punished
Sometimes, I can be a little too bratty for my own good. I was with this guy at his house and I just could not drop the attitude that day. He asked if he could take my jacket but I told him if he wanted to make himself useful, he could go get me a drink. Clenching his jaw, he went and brought me back a mixed drink, which smelled of vodka and pineapples. I scowled and demanded something else! The sweetness would surely give me a headache. He grabbed me by the throat and said I was such a brat and I needed to learn some respect. He slapped me across the face and tied my wrists together after pinning me down. Dragging me down to his basement, my ass hit each stair with a loud thud. He threw me onto this table, which wasn’t long enough to support my legs, meaning I had to keep them held up. Securing me to the table, he put a metal rod in my mouth, which also locked into the table. I couldn’t lift my head or turn it very far either. I was completely helpless! My wrists were hooked up beneath the table, behind my head. With brute force, he entirely ripped off any clothing still left on me. I did not have a spare outfit with me. Unbuttoning his pants, he took out his rock hard cock and started railing me with no mercy. My pussy took the beating as he slapped my perky tits, telling me what a stupid whore I was. I needed to learn some manners and he was going to teach me. Pulling my legs up with his arms, he then fucked my tight, dry asshole, ripping into me. I screamed in pain, but he did not let up what so ever. I couldn’t beg him for forgiveness with the metal bar in my mouth, so I hoped my pleading whimpers would be understood. But they were not, or, at least, went unacknowledged. He spent hours doing whatever he wished to me. By the time he was done, it was dark outside and he made me walk home in my tattered clothing.


















