Bondage Whore Bernice

I want to be your bondage whore. Nothing gets me wetter than being tied up, helpless and at your mercy. I met Tony at a bondage club. We hooked up afterwards. He knew how to tie a strong knot. He bound my legs together and restrained my arms securely behind my back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even wiggle my hands out of the ropes. Sometimes guys don’t secure me properly and I can undue the ropes. I am double jointed in the left arm, which helps me get out of predicaments like this one. Tony knew my secret, so he secured me in away that my ability wouldn’t help me. I felt totally restrained. I just met him, so I had no clue what he could do. It was risky bringing a stranger back to my place. I have done it before and it has rarely gone well. One guy left me tied up for three days. Left me alone. No food. No water. No ability to get to the bathroom. My son and daughter found me when they came home from a three day weekend with their father. I told them a burglar got into the house, but I never believed that they bought my story. The same thing could have happened with Tony. It didn’t happen. Tony took his time with this submissive whore. He circled me like a hungry vulture deciding what he could do to me now that I couldn’t fight back. He spit in my face. He smacked my big tits. He sodomized my ass with a beer bottle. He pissed on me. He even took a huge dump between my tits, then pushed them together to smear the shit around. I was not expecting that. He came on my shit covered tits. I thought he was going to leave me there smelling and bound, but he untied me, so I could take a shower. It was a degrading evening. What would you do to me if you had a captive audience?

Bernice

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