The life of a bondage whore is never dull. I have probably spent most of my life tied up. In fact, I might argue that I’ve spent more time tied up than not. Almost my entire teenage years my father had me tied to my bed. I had very little freedom. Although I escaped him, I never escaped being tied up.
My master loves to tie me up. In fact, we met in a bondage club in New York City when I was in my early 20s. And now he owns his own BDSM club. And he teaches classes to a younger generation of men who want to someday have their own rope bunny to play with.
Master summoned me to his club this weekend because he needed a rope bunny to demonstrate different knots to his class of future masters. Although I’m not a fan of some of these younger men because they seem more misogynistic and just cruel compared to men of my master’s generation. I like old school masters. But as a submissive whore, I do as I am told.
This one guy who is 26 and in law school, is the grandson of one of my master’s partners in the BDSM club. So, he gets special attention. Master wanted me to spend quality time with the boy in one of the private rooms so he could master his rope techniques. Again, I do as I am told. But this boy scared me. Just something in his eyes told me he hated women. A rich boy who can have anything he wants. even women, because of his money. And those types of men I fear the most because they know their money buys them out of trouble.
Younger Men Seemed Filled with Hate for Mature Slaves
This boy did more than just practice his rope moves with me. He brutalized my ass too. Master did not say anything to him about molesting me or fucking me. Master lent me out just as a rope bunny so the boy could practice his skills. But he had other things on his mind besides bondage. Master never lent me out much before because he didn’t trust other people with his prized pony.
I tried fighting this strong and angry young man, but he just slapped me hard. I fell and landed on the floor with a thud. Then he started kicking me. I knew master did not approve of any of this, but I feared if I told him what this boy did, he might lose the club. How does a boy his age get so filled with such rage against a woman. What started out as him exploring bondage positions turned into him exploring his rape phone sex fantasies for a red headed MILF.
When we emerged from the VIP room, master knew something had happened. He could see my tear stained cheeks and the bruise appearing on my cheek. But I told him, I tripped. I’ve been a submissive slave my entire life. Although it would be nice to have a master who did not lend me out to psychopathic boys, when it happens, I suck it up. This is not my first rodeo and it won’t be my last period
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