Bondage and submission for Christmas? That is what most men need. My master needed it last night. He has come to see me the past month at home more than he has in our 20-year-old union. I think retirement hit him hard. Although he still does some wills and estates, his time in the office went from daily to maybe a few hours a month.
My master may be in his 70s, but thanks to Viagra, he still gets erections and has needs his wife will not fulfill for him. That is why he has a side piece. When he arrived this morning, he brought me breakfast in bed. But he brought rope too. I am his old rope bunny.
I’ve been a bondage whore most of my life. But even with arthritis, master is my favorite rope master. Although he might not tie me as tightly as you or his friends, he gets the ropes just right and contorts my body like no one else. The only reason I am limber for any man is because of him. Master got me in the perfect condition to serve him.
I Love Being a Submissive Rope Bunny
Master took a Viagra before he arrived at my place. However, I do not think he needed it. His cock was hard when he saw me on my bed in my pink teddy holding rope. I knew he was coming over and I wanted to be tied up. First, I took care of master’s morning wood. Lord knows his old wife will never suck his cock. She did not suck it when they first got married. I was the first one to ever give him head, and when that happened, he’d been married 20 years already.
He blew a decent sized load of spunk for his age. I am a good submissive whore and I swallowed down every last drop. With cum on my breath, master tied me up like a hog. While he left me tied up, he ran an errand, came back with Starbucks for me and a second boner. That boner was from the Viagra. I took care of his old dick again. And he left lighter and happier. I so enjoy taking care of men.