A submissive slut does what is asked of her, even if it scares the piss out of her. I was a very bad slave. I spit out Master’s cum because it tasted nasty from the asparagus he ate for lunch. I had to be punished. My punishment was extreme. He hauled my ass to a graveyard. I hate graveyards. They scare me. He knows that. He knows all my fears. When we arrived, I saw him slip some money to a grounds keeper. The next thing I knew I was being forced into a coffin. No ordinary coffin either. This one had a fresh stiff in it. I went into full panic mode. Hyper ventilating, shaking uncontrollably, even pissing on myself. When the coffin shut, I started screaming, pleading for forgiveness. The smell of death made me sick. I could hear Master laughing on the outside. My fear amused him. I have not been in a coffin for a very long time. This was my first time with a dead body. My last offense was far more egregious, but here I was being punished like I bit his cock off. I lost count of time. It felt like I was in there for days, but it was only a couple hours according to Master. When he opened the coffin door, I was drenched in sweat. My finger nails were broken and bloody from trying to claw myself out. I smelled like piss and vomit, but I let Master skull fuck me right there. I let him fuck me on a fresh gravestone. I didn’t really let him. I misspeak. There is no letting a Master do anything. I am his property. He let me know that I needed to be a proper submissive whore at all times or I would end up dead and buried in a coffin and no one would ever find me. Master knows how to keep his bitches in line. Do you sir?
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Submissive Slut Faces Her Worst Fear
Mercy For His Submissive Whore
He told me because I have been a good submissive cunt, he would take an easy on my torn and tattered body. This is the side of my Master that I am use to. This hardcore bondage with pins and torches have had me in severe pain. But it is my wish to please my Master and if his will is to lace my cunt shut with stitches than so be it. But for this moment in time I shall endure the pleasure of yet another one of his master pieces. I literally have not an inch of wiggle room as I am contorted in his contraption. A massive steel cock shoved stomach deep into my cunt as I am held down by my throat. Master knows what he wants. Master gets what he wants.
Slave Punishment
You know what’s hot? Hot and steamy and sexy kinda hot? When you get all worked up from being pounded all hard, you’re tied up and helplessly taking a long throbbing shaft and you feel the release from your nipples clamps – only to be followed by a sharp cool pain. That pain is ice, running over my nipples. And then suddenly his cock is outta my cunt and is being replaced with ice. Perhaps this is punishment for having too much fun being submissive slut. A stupid little skank enjoying being treated like a whore. This surprise of ice was followed by a hard pressure in my ass, it was also a sharp pain, but more painful than the ice – some toy that was torturing my asshole from the inside. I was squirming and moaning and begging for mercy, but he only pushed me further. Making me be his slave that deserves every second of punishment and torture. And you know what? I still love it, even as I beg.
Extreme Bondage with Breanne
Tonight Master really showed me the direction he is going to be taking me in, his little submissive pain whore. He invited over another bondage couple that we met at the party last week. And I have to say my pussy got so fucking wet as I watched her skin being prodded and picked with them needles. And that was just the beginning. Her Master pulled out these enormous hooks. Never had I seen let alone in person hooks of this size pierce nipples. This made my cunt quiver. The sight of her blood starting to run down her tit nearly made me want to cum. I could tell that my Master seen this was exciting me. And I just knew he was conjuring up ideas of his own for this submissive slut.
Hooked
Master has me hooked. No literally. Master has me hooked right by my tight asshole. He is always showering me with the latest bondage gadgets. He absolutely loves to try new forms of bondage and cannot get enough of my submission to him. This particular item we tried out most recently was a stainless steel hook that slipped into my asshole in which was also attached to a section of rope. A very short piece of rope to be exact that was fastened to either my arms or my head. We tried both points out. And anytime I would move. Just the slightest movement or squirm. Due to him over stimulating my very sensitive clit that hook that was latched into my ass would hook me even deeper and harder. The more I tried to hold still the more my body quivered and flinched causing my asshole to be hooked like a fish that had just been reeled in. I could tell Master was taking full pleasure in my pain. As that hook would ride deeper and deeper inside of me. His cock was standing tall and just dripping with precum. I thought surly he was going to cum without even having to touch himself. And he did. His cock just started spewing cum out of his dick hole as he had his eyes glued on my hooked ass hole. I see this being a favorite of Masters and plan on being his little fishy whore very often in the near future.
Bondage Whore Breast Torture
I’m such a bondage whore; sometimes I try to get into trouble so master will tie me up at work. I was purposefully late the other morning just so he would tie me to my chair. I was hoping for breast bondage. It is my favorite. I love it when a man wraps them up so tightly that look like torpedoes and start to change colors. I guess master is on to my games. He did tie me to my office chair for being late, however, he did not bind them like I hoped. Instead, I got nipple and breast torture. That I do not like. I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter and he was pissed that I put in for maternity leave. He beat, cut and drained my breasts of their milk. I was never able to breast feed her because he mutilated my nipples. My more recent torture was reminiscent of that time. He smacked my tits together. He used them like Muhammad Ali uses punching bags when training for a fight. I was crying from the pain. My fun bags are fake, so the more he punched me, the more the risk increased that he would bust a saline bag. He stabbed my nipples with a letter opener. He even stapled my nipples, piercing them to my areolas. I was bleeding. Battered and bruised, but master was just getting started. He is part of an old boys club. They smoke stogies and drink gin. He lit a big fat stogie until the embers were bright orange then burned my already bloody nipple. He put the smoke out with his gin. The pain was awful. So bad I pissed myself. Alcohol burns an open wound. The sting of the gin was almost as bad as the cigar burn. I was forced to work the rest of the day with bleeding and swollen breasts. Blood leaked through my bra onto my pink blouse. It just made master hard remembering how good he punished his worthless submissive whore.
Pussy Under Pressure
For the better part of our playtime Master has an erotic and impassioned touch to our bondage sessions. But this last bit of fun we dabbled in was intense torture to my poor little pussy. That is not to say I didn’t enjoy it. Just saying it was a different type of pleasure that I was not quite used to. In fact I fucking loved it. The balance of pleasure and pain brought me to an eruptive orgasm. He started by restraining me, naturally. Bounding my wrists together above my head to the bed posts following that my legs were ripped back and fastened to my wrists. Popping my pussy out front and center for him to perform his version of bondage, torture surgery. Smashing my pussy lips between lucite pressure vessels. Exposing my cunt hole for him to jostle around many different sizes of fuck beads in my pussy. Stretching me out in a slow and steady pace. Every now and then he would bite down on my clit which eventually became the cause of my squirting all over his face.
Slave Training for a Submissve Whore
Slave training doesn’t happen just once in your life. I’m a natural redhead; that makes me a bit stubborn and unruly sometimes according to my Master. I need to be broken more often than a young slut. Retraining is what Master calls it. I showed up late to work again. That is twice now this year I have been tardy. Master finds that unacceptable. The moment I walked in the office, he greeted me with a whip. I got several lashes to my black like a black slave received two centuries ago. I fought back the tears, but the pain was too much. I felt the blood soaking my white blouse. Master just smiled an evil grin looking at the agony on my face. I actually peed my panties from the pain. He stripped me naked and force fucked me. I say force fuck because I never really want to fuck him. Yes, he owns me, but he is old with a shriveled up dick and gray body hair. Pot belly too. I know it is wrong to hope for his death, but I do. I want a new Master. His dick felt cold and dry in my ass. That was until my warm wet blood trickled down my back onto his cock as he was sodomizing me. His hands clenched my throat tightly as he pounded his old dick in and out of me. For his age, he has enormous strength and so much anger. I have been his bitch for decades. Sometimes, I pray that he goes just a little too far and kills me. My daughter says call the police on him; have him thrown in jail for torture. But, Master has forced me to be his willing slave all these years with documents that I was too stupid to read before signing. He made it look like I have been embezzling from him for years, but all that money is in some Swiss account off the Cayman Islands that I can never touch. For a stupid submissive whore like me, it is prison or years of slave torture. I accepted my fate long ago so my offspring would have a home, but as they get older, I still wonder if prison would be better than this constant torture.











