I get a lot of callers who want bondage chat. Most are expert ropers, but some just enjoy the naughty tales a rope bunny can supply. I have been a rope bunny more than half of my life. Hell, more than a third of my life. Daddy tied me up first. However, he did not tie me up because he enjoyed being a rope master. He did not even know how to tie BDSM knots.
Daddy tied me up so I would not escape. When I became a teenager, he feared I would talk to someone. A friend, a teacher or maybe even call the police on his perverted daddy ass. And initially, I think I felt too ashamed and scared to say anything. Daddy fucked me daily for years. He pimped me out to his drinking buddies too.
I had no friends thanks to daddy. So, no one to tell. When teachers got worried about how withdrawn I seemed, daddy pulled me from school. Said we were moving out of state. And he tied me to the bed while he went to work. He put a rubber sheet on the bed in case I had to pee. Daddy made me a bondage whore before I even knew what bondage meant.
Daddy was No Rope Master, But He Made Me a Rope Bunny
After a few years though, I learned how to escape his ties. I would fix a sandwich, use the bathroom like a normal girl, and watch TV until I knew he would be home soon to untie me. And once daddy passed out drunk, I took a few dollars out of his wallet here and there until I had enough for a bus ticket.
Daddy came home one day and discovered that not only did I escape the ropes, but I also escaped him. And I never looked back. That’s my rope bunny origin story. Now, I am with men who know all the BDSM rope knots and ties. And they tie me properly so I cannot escape. But with a few exceptions, I do not want to escape. Tie me up. Tie me down. This submissive whore loves being a rope bunny now.
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