Tag: Bondage

Upsetting The Welder

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Daddy’s shop has a lot of rules. Like a lot. “Don’t touch the buttons on the lift,” “Don’t mess with the air compressor,” “Put the tools back where they belong.” On and on; seriously, how is one little girl supposed to know and remember all of Daddy’s silly rules every time she wants to visit his workshop?  He says the shop can be a dangerous place for curious girls, and all of the rules are to protect me and keep me safe, but honestly, I just think he makes them up so he can spank me whenever he feels like it.

For example, the day I waltzed into his shop and stopped in my tracks. A colorful eruption of sparkles exploded in front of Daddy as he hunched over the bench. The sparks were so bright they made him look like a dark shadow as he worked under a big helmet. My feet started bringing me closer, mesmerized by how the bright lights danced off every surface around him. Because I wasn’t looking where I was going, my foot kicked something heavy on the floor, and the clang caught Daddy’s attention. His helmet-covered head snapped in my direction, and the sparks stopped immediately. I could tell just by his posture I was in trouble.

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Birthday Wishes Do Cum True

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

No one in the crowded hotel lobby knew what I was there to do. They didn’t know under my black trench coat, I wore an emerald green, strappy lingerie set minus the panties. There was no way for them to tell that the garter belt holding my nude thigh-highs up framed my dripping, bald pussy. These facts only made me wetter as I stared at the elevator through the swarm of strangers.

Finally, the doors opened, and a petite brunette smiled at me. She strode toward me with purpose and waved a key card up. “Kayla?” I nodded, and she slapped the card into my hand. “He’s in room 309. Blindfolded and restrained. You have him for twenty-four hours, just his birthday. But remember, “The icy stare she pinned me with gave me chills. “He’s still my Husband. No matter how badly he wants you.”

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Bondage Beauty

Posted 7 months ago by Rita

Bondage Beauty

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Being his bondage beauty makes me so proud. We walk through the dark club, hand in hand, as Master and sub. My eyes are cast down, watching our feet move in unison. He’s fully dressed in a suit, and I’m wearing only a nude-colored thong. To anyone looking, I’d appear fully naked, save for my tall heels.

I’m not shy or ashamed; I’m his little work of art, or I will be once we get on stage. The crowd is milling about, drinking, dancing, and talking. I feel eyes clocking us as we move, and then murmurs follow. “He’s here.” “That’s the Dom I was telling you about.” “Oh, look.” Then, the group of people shifts focus when I follow him up to the center of the stage.

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My client “Justin” is such a funny guy. He has a real issue with freedom. Isn’t that funny? I think so. The best thing he can do on his days off is session with me and have some tied-up fun. To be tied up and caged is like his kryptonite. Every session only gets more extreme with him. Our last session was so incredible, that I just had to spill the details! And I bet when he sees this, the stakes will only go up. It all started how it usually does, with him tied up to the bed not being able to move.

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What Are You Doing?

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Have you ever gotten that text? “What are you doing?” Maybe it’s just me, but I think those four words hold so much promise. Last night, I was bored and wanted to have some fun. Some productive fun. I’d ordered a new fuck machine and really wanted to test it out on a willing victim.

Sure, I know what you’re thinking, “willing?” Yes. Most often, I do like to take my prey by surprise, but I wanted an honest review of my new toy, so I texted my girlfriend to see if she’d be up for a bit of experimenting.

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Service Myself

Posted 1 year ago by Francie

Service Myself

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I’m here to service myself. I like getting off, but none of you boys can ever do it right. Honestly, it’s frustrating as hell, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.

The next person who calls me is getting tied up in my living room. Hands above your head, feet forced apart by a spreader bar, and a lot of shibari work to build a harness with a loop on each side in case I need to flip you or fasten you to a cable from the ceiling. I’m genuinely really excited to make you into a sex toy. I think I’ll even assemble a pulley system to easily hoist you up to the ceiling when I’m not using you.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Bondage is such a hot way to show someone how much trust they have in you. My sweet boy hasn’t had much experience with bondage, but he is willing to let me do anything and everything I desire to his perfect body.

Inside of our playroom is a bench-like chair that operates a lot like an inverted table. I can maneuver the table up, down, back and forth, so to speak. Any which way I desire to use my boy’s body for my pleasure. Tonight, I secured him to that table with leather straps and tormented the fuck out of him.

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I don’t know about you, but I tend to have a fair amount of scandalous dreams. A few nights ago I had a dream that was quite erotic and I woke up soaking wet (absolutely HAD to finish myself off). Now these scandalous dreams are more than just about sex, this dream in particular leaned heavily into the submissive part of my subconscious. Opening my eyes in the dream, almost as if I had blinked, I was immediately disoriented by the view I had. I was hanging upside down with my eyes partially covered, but I could see out of the bottom and above. I determined I was blindfolded and laying with my head hanging off the end of a bed. My favorite candles were burning, I could smell them. Both my legs were tied spread apart, my pussy exposed completely. Arms were also tied to the posts of the bed, my breasts bare, nipples erect.

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Daddy doesn't take kindly to strangers, but doesn't mind watching me be filled by stranger cock. This is the last time I'll play without permission, and Daddy won't let me forget.

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“Daddy. I. I’m. I’m sorry. I didn’t know the photos would pop up during your presentation.” I could hardly breathe, let alone talk. Daddy was going to make good on his promise, I should have known. After his nipple punishment, I was strapped and restrained in the most beautiful complex piece ever designed by him. My knees bent and bound at the ankles with my feet flat on the bed. I was on my back with my hands pulled and secured above my head. The ball gags catching everyone in one of my muffled screams. As Daddy circled around me like a shark.

Hot candle wax. His favorite flogger. The tease from the vibrating toys, edging me but never letting me finish. “Who’s my favorite girl?” He’d whisper in my ear while denying me my release. My eyes told him I wanted everything from him. His eyes promised me that only He was ever going to see me like that again.

 

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Poetry

Posted 2 years ago by Writer

So instead of writing out a whole little story I decided to write a little bit of poetry.

You got me tripping you got me falling all over the place,

all I have to do is take one look at your face.

When I look into your eyes, I get so lost so hypnotized.

When I feel your arms wrapped around me so tight,

I feel safe I feel warm through out the whole night.

Every time your lips begin to touch my skin, I lose every piece of clothing I was just in.

You make me tremble, you make me weak. You got me over here barely able to speak.

Your cock gets harder with every lick, I am so happy your the one I got to pick.

Make me moan make me shout, so the whole place knows what its about.

Moving fast then moving slow, go harder and harder don’t let go.

Switch positions make sure there is none we’re missing.

Go in deep or just the tip, bend me over and grab  my hips.

Use all your force, move to the floor. I want you to make me your dirty little whore. Continue reading “Poetry” →