The Hardcore Bondage Box

Hardcore bondage

 

Every sub knows that if you flap your gums a little too much around the wrong dom then you get put through some of the most extreme hardcore bondage you’ve ever been forced to endure.  I’m not just talking about latex body suits and leather straps.  You get lippy with a really domineering dick and you’re going to get the business.  Last night, I let my mouth get the best of me with a heavy handed master who, apparently, isn’t into levity when he’s slapping around and breaking down a slave.  And when he gets really mad, he busts out The Box.

I couldn’t help myself, he totally set me up for it.  When you meet a new master, it can be a little awkward and a bit nerve wracking, so I like to lighten the mood and joke around when I can.  He was in the middle of his opening spiel (they all have one) when he mentioned something about the “titillating torture” he was about to put me through when I interrupted him to tell my favorite joke: “How do you titillate an ocelot?  Oscillate her tit a lot.”  Needless to say, he was not amused.  

Maybe he isn’t into jokes.  Maybe he doesn’t like to be interrupted.  Maybe he doesn’t know what the fuck an ocelot is and he felt stupid.  It doesn’t matter which part pissed him off the most, what matters is that I was hobbled and locked in a hanging stockade of a box for the entire time I was in his chamber being chastised, whipped, fucked hard and filled with cum.  It sucks, you can’t see what’s about to happen to you or move any of your limbs to do anything about it when it does.  I just had to take everything he had to throw at me and he expected me to stay quiet while I did.

We all know that didn’t happen.  I talked shit and screamed and, of course, tried to be funny while I got violently banged, beaten and blasted with jizz.  Wanna know how I know he liked it?  He didn’t gag me.  He could’ve put any number of gags in my mouth that would’ve easily shut me up while I was bound and tethered with my head in The Box of extreme bondage and super serious men.  No, he let me keep gabbing away while he gouged out my vag and gaped my asshole.  Being locked in that dark and musty cube would’ve been a lot worse If I couldn’t say anything and joke around.  Next time I’ll tell him a real knee slapper, I bet I can make him laugh.  

 

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