Bondage and Submission

bondage and submission

Bondage and submission are what I am good for, sir. That is what I told him when he asked. I did not know the man. Master sent him to me. Master owed him a favor. He thought I was a fair trade for a tit for tat deal. I do what master wants, even if it is submitting to a man he owes a favor too. I did it because I am an obedient whore. Once I knew the man wanted to tie me up, I broke out the ropes. I was too eager for him. He slapped me across the face hard. He does not like women to like it. He wants them to be annoyed and scared. I switched gears. I cannot have him reporting back to master that I am a bad slut. I started to get Bambi eyes. Big and scared like a deer in the headlights. He tied me up and I whimpered. It was not too tight, but I gave the submissive whore performance of the year acting like he was going to give me rope burns. I can make tears well up in my eyes just thinking about it. He got hard once he thought I was in pain. I gave him what he wanted because I know my livelihood was at stake. Master does not like it when I disappoint him. If I did not deliver what this man wanted, master would not be off the hook for the debt he owes. I thought I would be play acting for the duration of our time, but when he fucked my ass, I was crying. Master is not found of ass fucking. This guy was and his cock was huge. Like almost a foot long. He rammed his cock up my ass dry too. He showed me no mercy. I was no longer acting. I was crying. I was in pain. I guess it was a good thing because master would be pleased that I gave the man what he wanted. Real pain. Real tears.

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