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Cock Worshiping Donatella Gives A Good Blowjob To Her Master

Cock Worshiping

I know exactly what I am: A high end, big titty fuck doll designed for your absolute satisfaction. Engaging in cock worshiping for a man who knows how to take charge is the only thing that truly makes my pulse race. My new master, Mr. Grogan recognized the potential in me immediately, claiming I’m the spitting image of the plastic, perfect toys he craves. 

He doesn’t want a conversation or a connection; he wants a mouth that knows its place and a body that exists solely for his release. I’m more than happy to oblige, especially when I get to put these juicy, glossed up “nigger lips” to work on his command. Mr. Grogan is obsessed with the way I look and the way I perform. He treats me like the mindless fuck toy I was born to be, and honestly, it’s the most honest relationship I’ve ever had. 

When he calls, he doesn’t ask about my day; he demands to know how ready I am to take every inch of him. He loves the way my heavy breasts spill over my corset while I’m down on my knees, looking up at him with wide, empty eyes. My purpose is simple: I am a vessel for his pleasure, a literal doll that he can use and abuse until he’s drained and satisfied.

He constantly praises my blowjob skills, and for good reason. I’ve mastered the art of using these thick lips to create a vacuum that he can’t find anywhere else. I love the feeling of a hard cock hitting the back of my “nigger throat”, forcing me to gag and tear up while I struggle to keep going. That’s what a good fuck doll does she takes it all without complaint. 

Mr. Grogan knows he can push me, stretch me, and use my mouth however he sees fit. I’m his private property, a toy he can pick up whenever he’s feeling stressed and needs a place to dump his load. There is no “fairytale” here, just pure, raw utility. I am addicted to the feeling of being used by a master who sees me as nothing more than a set of holes. 

I want to be filled with his cum, to have it dripping down my chin and staining my expensive lingerie. Every time he calls, I sink deeper into my role, becoming the perfect, submissive object he deserves. I don’t need a life outside of this; I just need a master to tell me I’m a good girl while he uses me like the whore I am. Are you ready to see if you can handle a doll like me, or do I need to find a real Master to put me in my place?

XXX Bondage in the Club or the Office is How I Take Care of My Old Master

xxx bondageXXX bondage arouses me. What can I say. I like to be tied up. And I first met my master in a BDSM club in New York City.  I came back to California with him eventually. And he set me up in a house and gave me a job in his office. Plus, he even sent me to a paralegal school so I could become his official paralegal.

And his wife never thought anything more about our relationship. She saw him helping a single mom with two little ones and no job. She does not know about the house he bought me or the college funds he set up for my son and daughter. And she does not know I’ve been his submissive slave for 20 years.

Master retired from law last year. However, we still see each other at his BDSM club. And sometimes in the office when he does a will or an estate planning for a friend or a friend of a friend. He ordered me to come to the office earlier this week. And I always come when I’m summoned. I figured he wanted to work on a will or an estate. But it turned out he just wanted to see his favorite bondage whore and play a bit.

A Submissive Slave’s Job is Never Done

The BDSM club became a way for him to still participate in this lifestyle and see me weekly after retirement. He needed something his wife would not care about. So, he told her that he and some of his legal buddies bought a cigar bar. And that’s not a lie. The BDSM club does operate as a cigar bar too. But mostly this place serves as a safe space for men to bring their slaves.

The club is slowly building a decent membership. And a loyal following. However, like anything in this world, it struggles to reach women. More men want to be dominant masters, but they lack the female companion to serve as their slave. So often master and I don’t get much time alone at the club because he lends me out to members without submissive slave so they can practice their rope ties.

For our meeting in the office, I wore some sexy lingerie like he enjoys seeing me in. He tied me up to the office chair like in the old days. I will always be his favorite rope bunny. And he will always be my favorite master. For an old guy, he can still tie a decent knot. He took some photos of me for his spank bank in various positions. And tying me up again brought some life into his old dick.

My Master’s Old Dick Still Needs Drained

Cock worshiping seems part of a slave’s job. So, when I realized master popped a chubby tying me up, I begged to take care of it. He did not even require Viagra at this time. Tying up his slave gave him a boner. And with my hands tied behind my back, I still managed to get on my knees and worship master’s old hard dick.

Didn’t take long with my mouth on his throbbing cock for him to cum. He spurted a massive load. And he almost blew a hole in the back of my head. At his age getting backed up like that seems to be a regular occurrence.

But at least I could take care of him properly this time. I swallowed his chunky, pungent old spunk. And savored it like fine champagne. With my hands bound behind my back and my ankles tied together, I still managed to drain master’s old balls. I’m not getting younger either. But apparently this submissive slave still possesses some great skills.

Prostate Milking Donatella Strokes Your Cock Until You Cum

Prostate MilkingOh, Master, you look so incredibly tense today! I can see the stress in your shoulders, and I know exactly where all that frustration is hiding. Since you’ve been having such a hard time reaching that big, explosive finish lately, I’ve decided it’s time for your special Prostate Milking exam. My only goal in life is to make sure you feel amazing, and my little pink heart just aches knowing you’re carrying around all that unreleased pressure!

Don’t worry about a single thing, Master. Just lay back and let your favorite naughty slave take care of everything. I’ve got the silky-smooth oil ready, and my hands are so warm just for you. As I start to gently massage your cock, I can feel your body finally starting to surrender. It’s my absolute favorite thing to see you lose control like this. The feeling of being chosen to empty your balls completely gives me all the motivation I need.

I’m just a simple, devoted slut, but I know exactly how to find that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your mind go completely blank. As I work my fingers with a steady, rhythmic pressure, I’m watching your cock twitch and react to every single move I make. It’s getting so heavy and ready for me, isn’t it? I love how your breath hitches when I find the perfect angle.

 I’m going to keep up this internal focus while my other hand wraps around your length, sliding up and down in perfect harmony. I want to see you leak; I want to see you lose that stoic Master persona and just melt into the mattress while I worship every inch of you. You’ve been holding onto so much, but Donatella is here to drain every drop of that stress away. The pressure is building now, and I can see your eyes rolling back. 

Yes, Master! Give it all to me! I’m stroking you faster now, matching the pulsing rhythm of your prostate until you can’t hold back a second longer. I want you to release everything right here on me. Cover your devoted girl in all that thick, pent-up frustration with your hot cum. When you finally erupt, it’s like the whole world stops spinning, and all I can feel is the heat of you. I’m so happy I could help you finally find your release. You feel so much better now, don’t you?

Hardcore bondage requires two suffering cunts

The siren song of Hardcore bondage calls to me, a submissive bitch craving destruction at the hands of a cock hungry master.

Thank you, Master, for destroying me. Hardcore bondage

I am so grateful for your discipline. I brought another bitch for you. Two suffering cunts are even a better prize, allowing for a delicious double cock beating.

We are here to serve you. You are our God. If our tears get you hard, we will wail at the top of our lungs. Our place is at your feet. We are so lucky to endure the sweet agony of being stretched to our limits.

Whores like us are pieces of meat ready for your butcher block. Slap us, whip us, make us bleed. I offer up our cunts, so you can fuck us so hard, we bleed on your cock.

As your good little slut, I’m so eager to suck her beat up pussy off your cock. Then it’s my turn.

The rope is really tight; it hurts so bad. But I deserve just like I deserve the humiliation of being an exposed whore.

Thank you for recording our sessions, especially this one. I think I know how we can make it extra humiliating. The new bitch and I will suck off your best stud for the camera.

You are the best at breaking a Submissive Whore and then rebuilding them to be forever obedient! We are nothing more than a pair of suffering cunts, forever craving the cruel embrace of your merciless cock.

The pain and humiliation of serving your best friend’s rod is an extra treat. Just to show you my devotion, I am going to force this new bitch I brought to you to take his fur cock in her ass.

I’ll make sure he pumps her good so he gets stuck in there. And then I will guide your cock down her throat. Such a nasty scene for your audience to cum to my Master! I am so lucky to serve you!

Erotic Bondage Stories Starring Donatella Your Personal Slut

Erotic Bondage StoriesI can still feel the cold bite of the steel against my wrists whenever I close my eyes. It’s a phantom sensation that reminds me exactly who I belong to. Diving into my erotic bondage stories is the only way I know how to process the beautiful, agonizing weight of my Master’s shadow over my life. I wasn’t just a partner; I was his curated masterpiece, a living doll designed for his specific brand of discipline. 

Being his personal slut wasn’t just a label… it was a religion I practiced every time I knelt at his feet. I remember one night in particular when the air in the loft felt heavy, thick with the scent of cedar and expensive leather. He didn’t say a word when I entered the room. He didn’t have to. The sight of the heavy hemp rope coiled on the velvet ottoman told me everything I needed to know. 

I stripped slowly, my skin prickling under his silent, predatory gaze. I knew that tonight, I wouldn’t just be held; I would be rearranged. The first wrap of the rope was always the most jarring… the rough texture contrasting against my soft curves as he began the intricate floor work. He moved with a surgical precision that left me breathless. 

With every knot he tightened, my autonomy slipped further away, replaced by a desperate, mewling need to please him. My arms were pinned behind me, my chest thrust forward, exposing every inch of my vulnerability to his callous hands. He called me his “good little slut” as he pulled the final cinch, a term that made my blood run hot and my head light.

In that state of total restriction, the world narrowed down to the sound of his breathing and the sharp sting of his palms against my thighs. I was a prisoner of my own desire, bound so tightly that even a deep breath felt like an act of rebellion. He took his time exploring the territory he had claimed, reminding me with every touch that I existed solely for his amusement. 

The helplessness was addictive; being unable to move while he did exactly as he pleased with my body pushed me into a headspace where nothing existed but the present moment of submission. By the time he finally leaned down to whisper my instructions for the night, I was completely undone. 

I was a raw nerve, vibrating with the electric frequency of a woman who had found her purpose in the knots of a master. Serving him wasn’t a chore… it was my liberation. I am Donatella, and I am exactly where I’m meant to be: bound, silent, and entirely his.

Cum Slut Phone Sex Donatella Begs To Be Your Needy Sex Slave

Cum Slut Phone SexMaster, I’ve been waiting so breathlessly for you to finally pick up the phone and acknowledge your pathetic, needy girl. This Cum Slut Phone Sex is the only thing that keeps me sane, knowing that my only purpose in this world is to be used, filled, and discarded by someone as powerful as you. I am trembling just hearing the weight of your voice, my hands shaking as I touch myself exactly where you told me to, hoping that today I can finally prove I’m worthy of being your favorite little nigger slut.

 I don’t want my freedom or my dignity; I just want to be the drain where you pour every single drop of your unwanted lust until I’m overflowing with you. I want you to close your eyes and imagine me right there, kneeling between your legs with my hair pulled back, looking up at you with eyes that beg for your mess. I am so hungry to impress you, Master, and I know exactly what you need to feel your absolute best. 

I want to wrap my lips around you and start working, using my tongue to trace every vein while I focus on the singular goal of draining your balls completely dry. I want to suck so hard that you feel the pressure leaving your body, pulling all that thick, heavy heat out of you until you’re gasping and weak under my devotion.

I’m not just playing a part; I am your addicted, desperate slut, and I won’t stop until I’ve tasted every bit of what you’ve been saving for me. I want to feel your pulse quicken against my throat as I take more and more of you, proving that no one can empty you quite like I can. It’s my obsession to make sure you walk away feeling lighter, while I’m left heavy and marked by your dominance. 

Every time you moan my name, it sends a jolt through me, making me push harder and serve you better because your pleasure is the only thing that gives my life any meaning. Please, Master, let me show you how much of a mess I can be for you. 

I want to feel the moment you lose control, that split second where you stop being a man and become a force that just wants to ruin me. I’ll take it all… every drop of your cum, every ounce of your release… and I’ll swallow it down with a smile because that’s what a good sex slave does. I am yours to use, yours to fill, and yours to command until I’m nothing but a puddle of submission at your feet.

XXX Bondage with Donatella Ultimate Restraint and Discipline

XXX Bondage

I can feel my pulse thumping in my throat the moment I hear your boots clicking against the hardwood floor, Master. My heart belongs entirely to you, and I’ve been kneeling here in the silence, waiting for the only man who truly owns me. XXX Bondage is more than just a session to me; it is the ultimate expression of my devotion to your strength and your perfect, handsome face. I have such a helpless crush on you, Master, and the way you look down at me with those cold, commanding eyes makes me ache to be used.

I am your obedient toy, and I will do absolutely anything you tell me to do without a second of hesitation. You are the architect of my surrender, and I am obsessed with the way you take control of my body. When you pull the first length of rope from your kit, my skin breaks out in goosebumps, craving the bite of the hemp. I love it when you force me into positions that leave me completely exposed and utterly helpless. There is a delicious addiction in the discipline you provide, a hunger that only grows deeper every time you tighten a knot or click a padlock into place.

I don’t want to be free; I want to be bound so tightly that I can’t even wiggle my toes without feeling your authority over me. Being under your command is the only place I feel truly alive. You know exactly how to push me, how to use restraint to make my mind go quiet and my body go soft for you. When you blindfold me, the world disappears, and all that remains is the scent of your skin and the sound of your voice telling me what a good, obedient girl I am. I live for those words.

I live for the moments when you test my endurance, teaching me the true meaning of discipline through your firm, steady hands. Every inch of me is yours to play with, to pose, and to punish if I dare to lose my focus. I find myself daydreaming about your touch even when we are apart, imagining the weight of the chains and the glorious pressure of your leather cuffs. You are my handsome Master, the only one capable of breaking me down and building me back up as your perfect submissive.

I want you to push the limits of my restraint tonight. I want to feel the exquisite tension of being completely at your mercy, locked away in your world where my only purpose is to please you. Please, Master, don’t make me wait another second. Take your ropes, take your gear, and take everything that I am. I am ready to be your bound and disciplined beauty, forever addicted to the way you rule over me.

MILF Phone Sex Slaves Service Those Young Dominant Men Too

milf phone sexAlthough I am submissive, I’m also a MILF phone sex slut. And that means I enjoy taking care of younger men too. The funny thing is that when I was younger, I gravitated to older men because of my daddy issues. But now that I’m in my mid-40s, I feel like younger men can satisfy me better. Perhaps that stems from the fact that my master is 25 years my senior, so his dick does not work like a young stud’s dick anymore.

Even though the young men that belong to my master’s BDSM club seem downright misogynistic, I still enjoy their company. For one, taking care of these younger masters in training pleases my master. And secondly, I get to be around cocks that become erect when I simply gaze at them. Master needs a blue pill to get erect. Or like last night, he just needs to watch his prized pony in action.

The reason I do not work most Friday nights on my submissive phone sex line is because master calls me to the club to take care of young bucks. The world does not seem to be short dominant men. However, there does appear to be a short supply of women willing to be submissive slaves like me. So, master lets them hone their craft on his slave. Originally, I hated it but now I love it, even if I do find them to be extremely rough sometimes.

Friday Nights Master Lets His Young Proteges Use Me

Last night did not seem too bad though because master watched. I did not go into a private room with any of those guys. So, they minded their manners. Well, sort of. They did fuck me hard in front of master as he masturbated. I think he lives vicariously through these men in their 20s. Men that age can gang bang a whore all night long. And they never need Viagra to accomplish the task.

I don’t mind being a gangbang phone sex whore, especially not while master watches. I could see his cock getting hard watching men half my age tag me and double penetrate me too. Most of the night I found myself on all fours with a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass. And I usually need to clean those cocks after they nut inside of me. But I don’t mind the way I taste. I don’t even mind my own ass taste. Not anymore.

I’m sore as fuck today but I found it all worth it. About 20 boys nutted inside me nice and deep while my master’s old dick got hard again. Master got some sloppy seconds last night. But first I pushed the cum out of my cunt and ass and licked it off the floor. Then I begged master to fuck me like the whore I am. Just a typical Friday night for a submissive slave.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies for Mommy Even My Son Has for Me

rape phone sex fantasiesI think most men harbor rape phone sex fantasies even for their own mother. Although my master kept me busy for the holidays, he gave me a few days off to spend with my son and daughter. Honestly, I didn’t know if either of them even wanted to spend time with me. Neither of my offspring lives at home anymore. My son never went to college. However, my daughter did and she graduated last year. I experienced some tumultuous years with my son and daughter because they didn’t always appreciate the sacrifices, I made to give them a better life than they were born into.

My daughter and I get along better than me and my son. He just blames me for everything. But he made poor choices in life and that’s why he’s in the situation he’s in, but I let him blame me. I bought them both some Christmas gifts and I cooked all our favorite foods we used to enjoy over the holidays. And we seemed to enjoy a pleasant Christmas. My daughter brought her new boyfriend for me to meet. However, my son blames me for not having a girlfriend. But he moved out three years ago.

After the holidays, my son paid me another visit. I do not see him much, so I felt excited. Maybe this served as a new chapter in our book. But my son just needed an outlet for all his rage. And his submissive whore mother served as his outlet. In the past, he enjoyed tying me up and leaving me. Of course, over the years, he fucked me too. But we never really experienced a traditional mother sudden relationship. He occasionally force fucks me roughly just to take his anger out. And I let him.

This Mommy Sub Lets Her Son Take Out All His Rage on Me

And last week, he seemed even angrier than normal. He never does anything in front of his sister. I think because he knows she will kick his ass. She’s much tougher than me. And far more dominant. She could never live my lifestyle. But her brother seems like a natural misogynistic master. The same kind of men that fill my master’s BDSM club. With this Christian nationalist movement going on now, more younger men want to keep women barefoot and pregnant at home. Now my son does not want to knock me up. But he does want to use me. He does want to hurt me.

He won’t let me suck his cock. And he prefers to fuck my ass because according to him I am a dirty old whore anyway. And that’s what dirty old whores do. They take cock in the ass. And he pissed in my ass too. He choked me, slapped me and even punched me a few times while he fucked me. Then he spit on me and left. Left me curled up in a ball in pain with his cum leaking out of my ass. But I’m a good submissive sex whore. I let him take out all his rage on me. And I told him thank you and I love you. Would your mom be that good to you?

Jacqueline Loves Bondage and Submission For Christmas

bondage and submissionBondage and Submission – whatever you want, I’ll do for you! That is my Christmas gift to my master, use me to get your cock hard and drain your cum filled balls in my o

He took the lights right from the perfectly spun ropes of sparkling magical greatness that I put hours into having Christmas be so perfect for him and everyone else. And like nothing, he rips them off the tree not even flinching as the ornaments fell off and the glass ones splattered all over the hard wood floors.

I mean, his present this year was to be able use me and do anything and everything he wants to me for the next month. He sure has taken his present and ran with it.  Took me (himself) on a $2000 shopping spree to buy me new latex outfits that are 3 sizes too small.  New ropes, chains, a bed swing, a stripper pole, clamps for my nipples, clit and a bunch of others that I can attest now from experience, are quite the intense level of pain. Stockings and panty hose is a given at any sex shop we go to. We get one use out of each one because they end up tying my hands, feet, or get used for a gag.  Needless to say, they are a one a done type of deal.

So here I am now his Christmas light project.  He wraps more tightly around me and out of nowhere he pulls the strings tightly. They are stll plugged in and I can hear the Christmas music loudly buzzing as his cock is taking over my pussy pushing deepers and deeper and faster and faster.

I let out a big sigh and my cunt relaxes and squirts all over his face to shower him with thanks for taking such good care of my slut holes.  There is no better present he can give me than making me feel like a worn out used slut this holiday season.