You came over last night with the intention of some fucking and sucking but I was being rude and so you needed to hand down some bare bottom spankings instead. I realized way too late what I had done wrong when you pulled me over your lap and grabbed my hands. You then used the other hand to pull up my skirt and pull my panties down. You wasted no time in turning my pretty ass a bright shade of red. Each smack feeling worse as you whaled on my petite posterior. I felt my eyes well up with tears somewhere around the tenth skin slap. I knew that I had deserved this punishment and tried not to squirm too much. I was crying so hard that the shaking was moving my body around too much and I ended up with a few handprints on my thighs as well. I hurt so badly when you finally let me up that I knew sitting tomorrow would be almost impossible. You asked if I had learned my lesson and I replied quickly with “yes sir!” You grinned at me rather evilly and said that you have decided to fuck my ass tonight. My eyes widened at the thought and the pain that would come with it and knew that I was not in any shape to fight you off. I was in tears again as you shoved your now lubed cock into my rear end and slapped your hips into my sore cheeks. You fucked me hard and fast until I felt your last thrust as you emptied your balls into my bowels. You gave me a kiss and then went home, I tried to soak in the tub but I was too raw to sit for long. I climbed out and dried off knowing that it was my own fault. Off to bed I went knowing that I was in for a long, uncomfortable sleepless night but I sure learned my lesson.
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Branding my property
Tonight was all about bondage S&M. Master tied me to a chair, taped over my mouth and then told me that tonight I was going to be branded. He had been working with a guy who designed them and finally found one he liked. He started heating it in the fireplace and would remove it on occasion to check that it was heating evenly as it should. Just before he pulled the brand out to use he came over and quickly cut my skirt and panties off. He then took the brand from the fire and brought it over for me to see. I was pleading with my eyes and trying to shake my head no but he just laughed and said that all cattle got branded and that I was nothing but property to him. He then took the brand and pressed it into my left ass cheek. I screamed, tried to move and had tears streaming down my face but he held it in place until it cooled a bit. I have never been in so much pain and was retching from that and the smell of burnt flesh. My master then patted me on the head and said that I did well. He brought over some ointment and applied it to the singed skin before he cut me loose. He leaned down, ripped the tape off of my mouth and told me that he would see me next week. He had left the ointment there for me and I used some more before bed. I cried most of the night and was unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in. It took a long couple of days but it has finally scabbed over and doesn’t hurt as much. All I can say is thank you Master for the forever mark!
Submissive MILF Phone Sex Slut
This milf phone sex slut has always been submissive. I had my first gang bang before I could drive. My father got me drunk and rented me out to some friends. About ten guys who my father owed money to came over to fuck his young teen daughter. I was scared, which is why daddy got me drunk first. His pals smelled like sweat and whiskey. They grabbed my tits, tore my clothes, slapped my face and shoved fingers in my mouth and pussy. I was pleading with my father to make them stop, but he could have cared less about me. One of the guys pushed me down on the floor. His cohorts stripped me naked and tied me up. I was tied to various pieces of furniture so I would not escape. I was fighting. A couple of the men skull fucked me. Other guys fucked my ass and my cunt. I was worried I would get pregnant, but no one cared about that. My daddy joked that if I got knocked up, the brat would be sold. I was no virgin. Daddy had been exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for years on me, but this was the first time I fucked more than him or had multiple guys at once. Girls my age were riding bikes with their friends or hanging out at the mall, not getting sodomized by their daddy’s friends. I was anally brutalized. Men put their fists and cocks in my ass, and cunt. I cried harder than I did when daddy force fucked me that first time. I sobered up quickly from the pain. They brutalized me for hours. They spanked me, skull fucked me, fisted me, double penetrated me, strangled me, slapped me and pissed one me. My ass prolapsed for the first time. I was fucked raw. Decades later, I am a gangbang phone sex whore you and your friends. Just now, I like it.
That Spawn is Mine!
My master has found a new way to torture me!
He knows how much I want to please him and some how, my need for his approval has turned into the deepest need for him that I have ever experienced!
He has started shackling me to the bed, making me watch as he fucks other sluts!
I can’t help but cry, mascara running down my face as my cunt drips for him, my master. Watching him get serviced by another while I ache for him is the cruelest torture!
I see her head fall back in ecstasy as he explode deep in her wet cunt!
Then he leads me to her and says that if I want it that bad, I will have to eat it out of her as he grabs me by the hair and forces my face in her snatch!
I can smell his cum in her raunchy fuck hole and all I can think about is sperm swimming around, searching for her whorish eggs to latch on to!
That whore filled with my masters seed is more than I can stand!
My mind races at the thought of his potential spawn growing inside that whores spoiled cunt!
Suddenly, uncontrollably, I reach deep inside the whore! I am elbow deep clawing out her insides, pulling her cunt inside out and shoving it deep inside in my own womb!
That spawn is mine!
Strange Things Bottomed Me Out During Torture Phone Sex
There’s something sadistically sexy about torture phone sex. I myself am a masochistic whore who needs to be beaten and bloodied on a regular basis. I was given some sick and sadistic torture just the other day, and it led to the strangest object ever being shoved up my ass. I was rented out by a pair of young, cocky Wall Street fuck faces. They were high as kites, floating on some Colombian coke, and wanted to use me.
I was hung in the center of a room by my wrists and an anal hook. My arms were bound behind me, and I faced the floor, which swung several feet below me. They whipped me repeatedly, fisting my poor soaking wet cunt. This was more intense than any other torture phone sex I had ever endured, but it sure made my pussy more excited than anything ever before.
They were so fucking focused on my asshole, and the “special surprise” they had for me. Lowering me down, they let me off of the anal hook and unbound my wrists. They made me lay on my back as they used me as a human toilet, squatting their hairy assholes over my body and leaving steaming piles of shit. They made me rub it in to myself, since i was such a lowly piece of garbage myself.
They took turns forcing themselves in my poor asshole, gaping it out and then they both pissed in it! Fuck I really was a human toilet, and that disgusts me! This was true torture phone sex. Then it was time for the strangest thing that had ever been in my ass! They brought out a toilet scrubber brush to clean their new piss whore. They scrubbed my body until I was raw, scrubbed out my mouth, and then shoved that hard bristled nightmare right into my gaping asshole and cleaned out my filthy piss filled asshole. Nothing before or after has ever measured up to that anally tortured experience. I have never forgotten the excruciating pain of those hard bristles rimming out my black hole of an ass, and still to this day the very recollection gets my cunt soaking wet.
His Rape Phone Sex Fantasies
He said he had rape phone sex fantasies. I thought he meant fantasy. I role play all the time. I thought I would be role playing a damsel in distress for him. He was hot and wealthy. I was hoping we would keep on dating. We went out to dinner. Maybe for some it was not polite dinner conversation, but hearing his violent fantasies made my cunt wet. I like rough sex. I have never minded being called names or having my hair pulled. I like a good spanking too. I was ready to indulge his fantasies when we got back to his place, but I was not given a chance. The moment we got back to his place, he punched me in the face. He pinned me against the wall like I was a bug. He yanked my panties off so hard they left a burn mark on my skin. I fought him. I told him this was too much and I wanted to go, but he just jammed his fist up my cunt while hurling insults at me. This was no fantasy. This was no role play. This was him doing whatever the fuck he wanted. The more I fought, the more he hurt me. Eventually, I just gave up fighting. He nutted, tossed a $20 at me and told me to take an Uber home. I wanted a relationship. He just wanted to abuse me.