I was his slave and I know it sounds out dated for those living in the 20th century but I was the type of girl who loved to have her beau or man in her life tell her what to do sexually. My quivered thinking about the responses that it gives when I am told what to do. I quiver when I am being tied to the bed or locked in dark place and ordered to suck cock. It was this type of behavior that ran me into Brad.
First things first, Brad was the first responder when my uncle had locked me in the basement for most of my life only letting me out to go to school or to suck on his hard protruding cock to fulfill his need. Over the years my being told what to do had escalated and I loved for a man to tell me to take it in my mouth and swirl it around and bend my ass over so he could probe his fingers in my ass. That was the kind of shit that really turned me on and left me reeling and most of the time begging for more. I wanted and needed a man to take control!
When Brad walked into my life he was possessive from the start sexually and would have me on my knees for hours sucking his cock and letting the cum drip down my breast and licking it off with his tongue. It was tantalizing for a while then things started getting very kinky, like he would want me to invite guys over so he could suck their dicks and stretch me wide inserting things in my clit and watch masturbating as they took turns throbbing their beast in my aching pussy. But I was no holds girl who loved being told what to do and have the feel having to hold my orgasm turned me on. Brad was it the spoiler who ordered me to get on my knees and swirl his balls in my mouth and shove his 9 inch oversized cock in my pussy. Awaking needs in me that could only be performed by being a submissive.
Sadly our relationship ended when he got promotion to another city and now I am aching to find a replacement to be in control and dominate this aching pussy!
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Domineering Replacement
Female bondage gets everyone excited!
Nipple clamps. Why’d it have to be nipple clamps?! I love being a part of female bondage, and I can bear pain as well as the next girl – better, even – but I have extremely sensitive nipples! And these nipple clamps… *shiver!* They were a bit much!
So I’d meet a guy at a party recently, and he called me up to get together. When he took me back to his place, I found that he was into, well, slightly more than the average boy! He greeted me, stripped me, then pinned me spread-eagle against the wall.
And then the slow torture began.
At first, I hated it / loved it. I mean, pain-with-pleasure is the best way to go! He started by tickling me all over very, very gently and carefully with a very sharp blade. It tickled like crazy, and when I squirmed, I got sliced a bit in a few places, but not many. After that, he gently washed me clean of the blood… and that’s when the real fun started.
It began with the nipple clamps, which were fierce enough to almost make me see red. But then the flogging began. And, let me tell you, the feel of a leather whip slapping hard against my pussy was both excruciatingly painful… and incredibly arousing. Soon I could hear the leather slapping against what seemed to be just a slopping wet cunt.
When I started feeling liquid running down my legs, I didn’t know if it was cum or blood, and I didn’t care. He unfastened my arms and legs, picked me up, and fucked me against the wall, my poor pussy beaten to bits.
It was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
Blackouts.
Its Saturday night and I am getting ready for my nasty client.
He likes pain and harm done to him.
He makes me feel like a powerhouse.
I enjoy making him suffer.
I have laid out my plastic tarp and lit my candles.
I have chocolate melted and I have my whips and chains ready.
Its been a hard week, So many people have gotten on my bad side this week I am ready to take it out on this man.
I see red as soon I as hear him knock on the door.
I let him in, and before he said anything I punched him in the face.
He knows how this work.
He started taking his clothes off after I punch him
He dropped to his knees and put his hands behind his back.
I put his dog collar on and cuffed his hands behind his back.
I tied some rope to his cuffs and made sure his hands where held up behind him nice and tight.
I grabbed my hot candle wax and poured it all over his back and down his ass crack.
While he was moaning and whining about the burn I grabbed my hot chocolate and dipped his balls into the chocolate.

I loved watching the tears roll down his face.
I pushed the heel of my shoe into the bottom of his feet.
My pussy was dripping wet and I saw the faces of the bitches who pissed me off this week on his bare ass.
I grabbed my whips and started hitting him.
I don’t know what happened.
I finally came too and saw that I had beat the shit out of him.
He was sobbing like a baby.
I untied him and kicked him over.
Told him to get the fuck out of my house.
Submissive Phone Sex with Cassandra: The Anti Girlfriend of Your Dreams
“Not here for you Your here to please
Open wide Get down on your knees
Take my cock and don’t reject
Disobey I’ll break your neck”
That is from the song “Sex Slave;” my Master’s love song for us. No sappy ass love tunes for me. On Valentine’s Day, while other girls got flowers and candy, I received nipple clamps, shock collars and new bondage equipment. I was tied up and fucked in the ass, while you were spoiling your girl like she was a Goddess. I also was skull fucked, whipped, kicked, choked, burned, cut and humiliated, while you two were dancing romantically. Instead of drinking champagne, I drank my Master’s piss. While you and your wife were eating steak at some fancy restaurant, I was eating dog shit, tied up to a pole naked in the back yard, freezing. Your wife probably wore a diamond necklace, while I wore a diamond dog collar. Anytime your woman looked at you, she saw love and admiration. I did not dare look into Master’s eyes, and if I did, I saw hatred and disdain, before I was slapped.
I am a submissive phone sex whore. The women in your life are companions, best friends, lovers, wives… I am a fuck pig, a sex slave, a torture doll…. Your girl walks into a room with her head held high. I crawl on my hands and knees with my head dangling low praying that I will live. I bet the women in your life love the color red. They associate it with roses, heart shaped candy boxes, rubies and love. It is the color of romance. I fear the color red because in my world, it is only associated with blood, my blood.
For you see, I am not the kind of woman men cherish, adore, love, spoil or pamper. I am the kind of whore men own, abuse, hurt and torture. I am a pain slut, a cum dump, a pet, a punching bag….everything your girl is not. But, I bet you are curious about my type of woman. I never say no. I don’t dare cry. I give until I die. Take a walk on the dark side with me.
Future Hardcore Ass Fucking Porn Star
I went to a new club with one of my masters this weekend. I thought it would be a typical BDSM dungeon, but this club specialized in hardcore ass fucking. All the women in the club were to be anally gang banged. In fact they were filming most of it for some underground ass rape porn series called Bound and Gangbanged. I watched a few girls go before me. They were all strapped down with ball gags in their mouths while men fucked their asses. Not one guy, but every guy in the club, over a 100 men, got to fuck every girl’s ass.
I’ve had rough anal before. I like getting fucked in the ass. But a 100 men in my ass was daunting. Each girl that went before me was crying, even bleeding. A few ended up with prolapsed asses. When it was my turn, my Master got the first turn. He fucked me on a fancy bench. He shot a load up inside my hot ass, and before his cum had a chance to run out of me, more dicks were crammed into my rosebud. Sometimes 4 at a time up my ass. The pain was awful. I was being stretched out more than I ever had before. Cameras were filming me; guys were circle jerking around me; my ass was getting tortured by countless cocks.
I laid there, face down on a bench getting some hardcore ass fucking for hours. When everyone had taken their turn, I was released to my Master, who decide he wanted to fuck me again. I had a bucket load of cum up my ass. My ass has never been this sore. I have been sitting on Popsicle all day. Master just called me and said the owners of the club were so impressed with me, they want to use me in more underground films. My ass belongs to my Master. Apparently, my ass belongs to all men because I am a worthless whore.
I spent all my favorite giftcards!
Anyone who knows me well knows that all I wanted for Christmas was a gift card to one of my very favorite stores. I bet you can’t guess how many x’s are in this store’s name! This is my favorite store to shop in, not only do I know everyone who works there, and they know me quite well too… but they have the widest selection around for whatever ‘mood’ I’m in. This year I really racked up on those gift cards giving me a lot more options to get what I really wanted. I have been wanting to add to my bondage collection as I have been in that mood for some time now… I needed more toys to play with. I decided I could never have more than enough handcuffs and ties – maybe a sex sling will be needed too? I wanted more ball gags – those are the best! I love to torture so I of course had to make a stop to the nipple clamps and weights section, probably one of my favorite parts of the entire store…mmm. A purple anal plug was next to be bought, what is bondage without some forced ass play? What’s your favorite part of bondage? Mine is when you are all tied up, helpless as you can be, ball gag in your mouth, restraints holding your legs apart, and nipples hard from the clamps weighing them down as your lil man pussy, tits and ass get slapped over and over again with my favorite little whip. It leaves the best marks, if only you could see. I bought more toys of course, for my other moods, but I know what I’m in the mood after all that after Christmas shopping.
Humiliation phone sex with Wendy: Ruin me
Maybe I’m sick, but I love the way you use me. When you tell me what a worthless and dirty slut I am, it just drives me wild. Before it upset me, but now it makes me wet. I’ve even learned to enjoy when you spit in my face.
Only a filthy whore would tolerate the abuse, but I beg for it so I’m worse than a whore. I’m a desperate, depraved pervert who gets turned on while she’s being humiliated. My secret fantasy is that one day you’ll destroy me completely. I know it’s really twisted, but I can’t help it. I don’t just want you to ruin me physically either, I want you to ruin me emotionally too.
Anytime you think you’re punishing me, it doesn’t feel like a punishment at all. I’m just happy to be of use to you and also to have your attention. Serving you is the only thing that matters, before I do anything I need your permission first. Your approval is needed even when I want to eat or go to sleep.
You get what you want when you want it, no matter how disgusting or degrading it is. All I want is to be a good girl for you, you’re willing perfect slave.
Christmas Bonus
My new pool guy Roberto is a big strong Spanish who is so intoxicating I had to have my way with him. He came to check my pool for winter and after he was done I told to come inside the house for his Christmas bonus.
When he walked I was sitting by the roaring fire in a old wooden chair. I had nothing but a red corset and black lace thong and thigh high’s on. He had his sexy smirk on his face as he walked closer to me, I grabbed his hands. I sat him down in the chair in-front of the fireplace and tied him up with a some ribbon.
I turned on some slow jams to get me in the mood and I started to dance for him. He watched with his big brown eyes as I slowly took my panties off. He started to say something in his thick accent as I shoved my soaking wet thong in his mouth to keep him quiet.
I wanted him to see what I was going to do but I didn’t want him to say a word. I knew he could talk me into letting him go so he could be in charge. I took his leather men out if his pocket and cut his shirt open exposing his big hard chest. I wanted him even more.
I unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi hard cock. I wasn’t please with how little his uncut cock was but it would work. I took the knife and I put the blade against
his skin and I started to lightly run the blade acrossed his chiseled Chest a I rubbed his cock. He started to grow and get harder as I rubbed him more and more.
I took the knife and cut the buttons off of my corset one at a time to expose my big beautiful Brest. I stood there rubbing the knife up and down my body and then got on top of him and and put the tip if his cock inside of me. I slowly started to slide his cock into my wet warm cunnie.
I started to bounce on his cock and when he would start to flinch and tense up his body to cum I took the knife and held it to his throat. You are not aloud to cum until I say so. That did nothing to stop his little worthless cock as I pulled my pussy off him he squirted his cum all over my pussy lips. I was angry and pushed my heel into his chest until the chair knocked over.
I left the panties in his mouth and sat in his face and ride him till I came
all over him.
Merry Christmas
Xoxo monika
Discipline
You know that sometimes I forget the rules or forget to obey them. You were getting really frustrated with me last week, more than usual. I can tell because my little ass is still covered with bruises and welts. You keep them fresh by spanking and whipping everyday so they don’t fade. Begging for you to stop doesn’t change anything, I should know better anyway because I don’t have the right to beg for anything.

When my whining gave you a headache you put the ball gag in my mouth to silence me. Then, you locked me in my cage and turned off every light. I was left alone in a pitch black room reflecting on my behavior. I regretted upsetting you very much Sir. You could tell how sorry I was two hours later when you let me out of that scary dark room. After you removed the gag you immediately filled my mouth with your massive cock before I could say anything. You slammed my head against the wall and kept pushing your prick deeper and deeper into my throat. Hearing me choke and gag didn’t slow you down either. You were going so hard and fast that I threw up!
It was so embarrassing when I puked, I could tell you were angry too. You even rubbed my face in the puddle and made me lick it up. Most of it was on the floor, but some was on your cock too. Once both were perfectly clean you went back to pumping your throbbing prick in and out of my throat. This time you didn’t stop until you filled my mouth with your warm, yummy cum.
Thank you Sir, for being so good to me…


















