Bondage Whore Bernice

I love being a bondage whore. Being tied up and at the mercy of others exhilarates me. I love being a slut in peril. I forget that not every man I play with honors the same code as my Master. We have safe words. I can be untied whenever I want with him. Sometimes he may tie me tighter than I am comfortable with, but he won’t leave me for dead for anything like that. His reputation matters more to him than my discomfort. That is not the case with my son and his friends. My son hates me. He blames me for everything that is wrong in his life. Friday night, he got made at me because I wouldn’t give him money to buy pot. I caught him trying to steal the money from my wallet and I threatened to call the police. He is 18. He could have been arrested. He smacked me, then tied me up to a chair in the living room naked. He invited a few of his friends over and they pissed and came on me. He charged his friends $20 a piece to do whatever they wanted to me. He raised his own money to get his weed and booze. His friends invited a few friends too and before long, my son had made over a grand on his submissive slut mother. After they left, I begged him to untie me. I was covered in cum and piss, but he left the house and didn’t come home until last night. My own son left me tied to a chair for almost 2 full days while he got high. I had to piss on myself in the chair. I had no food or water either. I don’t know if I hate him, or if I am proud to be his mamma.