I did not know when he was coming all I knew was he told me it would be really hardcore. I needed to be down to nothing but my panties when he came to pick me up and I was to call him Sir. He was going to be my BDSM phone sex drill Sargent and I was in for a big lesson. For starters, when he came up behind me and wrapped his beg beefy arm around my throat I struggled to breathe. He began telling me that I was a dumb little slut,and he ripped my sunglasses off using my face to break them as he slammed it into the ground too. He knocked me out and as I came to he had me tied to the back of an ATV. I struggled trying to pull against the roped that held me hog tied in place.He pulled me off once we hit his little fuck slut shed. I whimpered. He prepped me as he started to hoist me into place. He tied my arms behind my back, shoulders and tits from rough rope that hung from a beam. Then he began to tie up my legs and ankles till I was left in full suspension. I moaned as he began to torture me while I was stuck in his hardcore bondage trap. He grabbed my hair tight and slapped me across the face throwing it back down again. Clamp were attached to my tits and I was whipped all over my body. As he ended he plowed his cock deep into my ass and used my body for his pleasure. I let out screams as he pinch a clamp to my clit and yanked against it with every thrust. He laughed as he let me know my ass hole was bleeding onto the floor. Leaving me there hanging he left and got onto the ATV. I passed out again, wondering when it would be time for fucking again!
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BDSM Phone Sex Takes a Bound and Force Fuck Turn
I love to please my Master. That means being no taboo and doing anything and everything that he could desire, even if it is being his little fuck whore force fuck slut. To Master it was not enough to be roleplayed, he wanted it to be real and real it was. He waited till I fell asleep at my own home, and he was not going to tell me when. So when that day come it was an absolute surprise. I laid up and screamed as he shoved his way into my tight dry cunt. It was even worse when he pulled out and force fucked his way into my ass. The sting of pain ran up my spine and over every single nerve ending. I cried out only to be silenced with his hand around my throat. He was masked, so there was no real way to know it was him and not some other intruder. When he was finished he slapped his hand across my ass and and drug me out of the bed by my hair. Once the the living room he placed his foot on top of me holding me down to the ground while he got a drink. Then he walked me to the living room for force fuck two. This time my cunt was a little bit wet. I was ready and from the roughness I was becoming aroused. When he was done with me he bound me up and tossed me onto the couch. It was going to be a long weekend he warned me. I would be ready and willing every second though. I loved it rough!
Submissive Whore Bernice’s Worst Nightmare
I have always been a submissive whore. I have had many masters over the years, some rather twisted, but I never complained. It is not my place to question what you do to me, only to serve you. Master Ted was an old school BDSM man. He had a fetish for old mental hospital restraints. Strait jackets, crib cages, facial jackets made of leather, and a slew of now illegal restraints. He had a special room that scared me to death. The old medical devices he collected were pretty much torture tools in modern society; archaic devices deemed cruel and illegal in the medicine world. He always threatened me with “the room” if I ever disobeyed him, but I never did.
One night however, he was drunk and feeling extra cruel, so he put me in “the room” for his own amusement. Not to break me. Not to punish me. Just to scare me. Just to get off at my torment. It was about fucking my mind, not breaking my spirit. I was and still am horribly afraid of being trapped in small places. Master Ted tossed me in his chamber of horrors. I was put in a straight jacket, tossed in the Utica Crib, where he bound my legs with old leather restraints and put a Texas Chainsaw Massacre looking facial restraint over my face. The face mask had chains on the inside that pulled my cheeks back forcing my mouth open. It was designed to prevent asylum patients from biting their tongues. But for me, it was meant for torture.
I was left bound, trapped and deprived of light for 48 hours. What I didn’t realize was that Master Ted was sitting in an old wheelchair most of the time with glee beating his cock as he listened to me whimper and cry, and watched me pee and shit myself. When he freed me, I was completely broken. I thought I was broke in before, but I never had been restrained that long in such a small space with no light and my mouth forced open an extended time like that. It was torture. I was dehydrated and confused. It really messed with me psychologically. The worst mind fuck a master has ever implemented on me before or since.
I guess my first mistake was letting that Master know my fears. Now that you know I am scared of being restrained in small dark areas, what would you do to me?
Submissive Slut for Torture Phone Sex
A submissive slut needs to be prepared for anything. I am a slave to the men in my life. I have masters of all sorts. Some like bondage, others are more hardcore S and M guys, and still some are extreme torture sex masters. I have one Master, my boss, who is all three in one. He was never into such extreme games that my life could be at risk until he was surfing the internet for BDSM equipment one day and happened upon an extreme BDSM and torture art site. The images he saw of graphic acts of violence against slaves got him really hard. It also got him really thinking about how much fun it would be to take our play to a darker level. I did not want that, but what choice does a submissive whore have really?
Our BDSM and bondage games had always occurred at the office, so when two men jumped me in my bedroom, I thought it was one of my other masters wanting some rape fantasy play. These goons bound and gagged me, then took me into my living room and tied me to a chair. Not any chair. A clearly medieval looking torture chair. I almost pissed my pretty pink panties. Master came out of the kitchen with some scary looking devices that clearly would leave a mark, maybe even permanent ones. It was right out of the BDSM comics he looked at online.
He had an old fashioned breast ripper and some various vice grips. I was crying I was in so much fear. The one thing looked like it could pull one of my big boobs right off. He started to pinch my nipples with it, drawing blood immediately. I let out a yelp. I knew better than to show any sign of pain. Next thing I knew he grabbed my clit with it and pulled so hard he tore the skin around it. One of his sidekicks started snapping my finger nails off. I’m not sure what hurt more. The nipple and clit torture or losing my finger nails. The nerve endings were exposed and it was unbearable. I couldn’t help but cry. Master smacked me so hard my mouth bled.
He worked my nipples and clit up like never before. I had to seek medical attention. I had to make up some story about a home invasion because I would have been committed had the doctors thought I allowed this to happen to my body. I don’t know what came over Master that day. He has never been that violent towards me again, but I know it lurks within him. I know that at any point in time he could torture me dead. So don’t think that just because I am a bondage gal I can’t deliver a torture phone sex call. Sadly, I have experience in real life torture. Not going to say I like it because it doesn’t matter what I like. It is all about you Sir.
Bondage S & M Isn’t for Beginners
Bondage S & M is not for novices. I am a seasoned BDSM girl, but my daughter is not. She saw “Fifty Shades of Gray,” and thought the lifestyle looked hot. The next thing I knew, she was texting my boss, offering herself up to be used by him. I tried to explain that he doesn’t simply use girls, but tortures them. He is a hardcore master and makes Christian Gray look like Snow White. She thought I was just being jealous.
When I arrived to work, Master immediately bound and gagged me in my office chair. “I have a special treat for us today, slut,” he said. He opened the dungeon door and there was my sweet baby girl strapped to his St. John’s Cross with a ball gag in her mouth. He had an array of torture devices he uses for slave training. She looked scared. I tried to warn her, my level of BDSM is not for novices. First he tortured her teen pussy with an industrial massager. This thing goes so fast on a chick’s clit it leaves skid marks. She was convulsing. I thought she would pass out, then she did. Next was the cattle prod to revive her.
I have to admit, I was watching in delight. Little bitch thought she could run with the big dogs. She needed a good dose of reality. Master devised a special torture device just for her-he called it the clothes pin snake. He affixed it all over her tits and tummy then yanked it off. He kept doing this to her until she was crying and begging to be released. Amateur. I sometimes spend my entire day at work with spiked heated nipple and clit clamps, that Master pulls on whenever he needs something, which is like every 5 minutes, and she is whining about clothes pins.
He let her go. She reeked of urine; had bruises all over her tiny body and had tear stains on her face. She looked at me with disgust for not helping her. “Extreme bondage and BDSM is not for curiosity seekers baby girl. Stay on the porch with your Fifty Shades of Gray drivel and let mommy take the heat. I can handle it. It is my life,” I told her. I have been playing S and M games longer than she has been alive. I don’t think she will ever be ready for my lifestyle, but if a teen subby slut piques your interest, maybe we could break the bitch together.